Days had gone by without an answer. Iris avoided going near the mage's tower as much as she could but not knowing how to proceed disrupted her everyday work. Although her days looked much like before, papers were left unattended in her study, meetings were postponed and even her food was left barely touched more times than she could count.
She wanted to discuss this news with someone, or at least share her thoughts. The fact that she had magic would turn many against her, that she was sure of. At the same time, she wanted to learn, to be of help like Ray said.
Iris thought many times to write to her father and ask him about her mother, about magic and about her ancestors. The stories the late duchess told her so many times never left her, and she would sometimes find comfort in them, thinking that her mother was watching over her.
