where: the gardens
when: april 30th, afternoon
who: closed to @soundsempressive
salma was never one to crave peace. silence and serenity were things she found irksome rather than comforting. buzzing bees and chirping birds were not her idea of a happy setting. regardless, the gardens were the best place to examine her wards; wards she suddenly worried were effected by the magical disruption from the council meeting. there was no way of knowing how widespread that issue had been. the pleasant side effect from being outside meant she was away from the chaotic shouting that had occurred minutes ago. salma loved debates, but that was far from the kind she typically enjoyed.
her illusions seemed to be largely unaffected. she knew they had previously been stabilized by residual magic that radiated from feiyan’s creation, but she could never be too careful. she trusted little, especially where ‘magic’ was concerned. if it couldn’t be proven with fact, was it even real?
her mind lingered on the thought of feiyan; just for a passing moment. the others wouldn’t think so from her actions at the meeting, but her disappearance did...bother her. feiyan had been a rock for salma since she was dragged into this mess. it was hard to imagine what it was going to be like if she never returned. who would guide her, then? but, of course, perhaps it was her own turn to guide.
the thought flickered out when salma heard a rustle; a parting of tall grass and arching sunflowers. she caught evelyn’s eye, just for a moment, before she returned to her work examining the mansion, painting her face once again with that ever-present mast of apathetic boredom.
“i’m sure your ferns are fine.” she said, flatly, knowing full well that’s not what was bothering her. “they’ll survive your powers fritzing.”