Following the night that Nyrielle fed on her, Ashlynn began to truly adjust to life in the Vale of Mists.
The notebook that Nyrielle had given her to learn sorcery proved to be full of both intriguing and useful ideas and profoundly frustrating to try to read.
"Drawe a cycrle on… I don't even know what those letters are," Ashlynn muttered one evening as she prepared for dinner with Nyrielle. "Mæsture þa… forget it," she said, firmly closing the book. "I'll ask her to read it to me again and write out my own copy."
When the vampire had mentioned writing out a book for her instead of translating a text written by the Eldritch clans, she'd been overjoyed, thinking that it would be easy to devour the contents of the notebook and begin her exploration of sorcery.
Once she started reading, however, she realized that while Nyrielle's speech remained fairly modern, she still wrote and spelled words in much the same way she had more than two hundred years ago.
