Listless mint eyes opened in the darkness. It was hours before dawn would paint the sky. Elua er Goltbred had once again not slept very well - even despite all of the relief that the moments with Qat had given her.
The illusionist felt restless in her spirit as much as her body. So just like yesterday morning, she began reaching for the fragment of her husband-wife inside of her. The connection felt *unusually* active for this hour. Her beloved was already awake.
But there was something else about it that forcefully drew her attention.
The reincarnator quickly slipped from her bed and onto her bare feet. She focused on the supposed 'distant' connection of spiritual energy that was not so far away as it should be. Curiosity drove her to hurriedly extend her spiritual sense outwards, tracing Qat's presence to... the kitchen of the Goltbred estate.
The brunette tilted her head and the naturally monotone voice was barely a whisper in the dark of her room.
