Azrianna paced back and forth in front of the mirror as she waited for Azier to answer her call as she watched the surface pulse with purple magic that rippled like water across the void that was left instead of a reflection.
It had been two days since she heard from him last, and no one had answered either her, or Amyra when they attempted to contact the ship. At first, she had told herself not to worry - but now it was all she had been able to manage.
Frustrated, she had a brief moment where she felt like she could have broken the thing into pieces - but luckily Amyra came into the room as the right time, which stopped the Queen from her plans to shatter the glass.
"Any luck?" The scholar asked as she came to Azrianna's side and put her hand on her shoulder.
