Deep in Nightmare...
Selph's head was aching. The only portal she could use was the fountain, but it gave her no view of the action. Most of the words came through jumbled, scarcely intelligible through the burble of water. She endured the beginning; she knew that she and her brother had been a topic of conversation--though she was unable to speak of the specifics--but now, it seemed to just be NiGHTS and Chamelan discussing drinking games, or some other inane thing. She could stand it no longer.
With a soft whine, she allowed the image to fade and dropped her staff so she could rub her temples. She would have to wait and learn the results of Chamelan's efforts upon his return, along with whatever else he had decided to share... She couldn't even peer through Master Wizeman's hand to hear that report. Her staff treated it as if it didn't exist, but that couldn't be right; he must be blocking her out somehow, but he hadn't yet reprimanded her, so she could only assume it hadn't been that much of an irritant to him.
Regardless, the reason for that would not solve her current issue. Taking her staff in hand again, she scooted off the edge of the bed and flew off to the Pentaideya Grand Theater. There, she would wait.
