Late evening.
Dining, Jones Estate.
Critic Arley, Critic-Ishire.
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"It was Helena" Sarah enunciated, taking back her hand. "Helena of Critic-Ishelm" she added.
Conan frowned. "I did not think she was that powerful" he admitted.
Theodore's mother was a descendant of the first magic practitioners, they're curses and spells were stronger, and Conan was surprised by the whole event.
Sarah nodded. "She was not even a bit uncertain, I loved her voice before I saw her and her beauty didn't fail either" she complimented.
"Yes," Conan agreed.
Then they spent the rest of the day gazing at each other and smiling, soon evening came and Conan knew he had to go home, he didn't know how to but he didn't want to scare Helena, he could act as though nothing changed but she would be uncomfortable with that. He sighed as he approached his carriage.
