#firsteve

❀  ---    Though in a foreign place, Scheherazade did not panic, nor did she show any signs of distress. In fact, she seemed quite comfortable where she was. Though she was worried for Muu and the others, she knew that they were quite capable of defending themselves. Reim would be fine without her, they'd been so since she had passed on. She remembers dying, sacrificing herself to save Titus and going back into the great flow of the rukh and yet here she stands, physical form and all. Completely unharmed, all of her powers intact. It's a mystery to her, but she doesn't say a single word about it.

              After being given a map of sorts and a paper with her quarters, she begins to walk, wand in hand to where she's supposed to be. Long hair flows behind her, dress sways as she walks, rukh swarm around her being because she is loved very much. She must have looked heavenly to most, but she paid them no mind. 

              It doesn't take her long to reach her destination. With care, she twists the doorknob to her room. Her partner isn't there yet, so she decides to make herself comfortable and sit on a chair. Wand firmly grasped in her hand, she waits for them to step through the door before speaking. ❝ Mana, correct? ❞