( Emilia di Carlo was born on the night of an unforgivable storm. Something powerful stirred the seas and turned the moon blood-red. When sardines washed onto the shore the next day, the gulls would not touch them. Her grandmother would say it's because they are no fools.
Then again, Nonna Maria is a superstitious sort. Emilia can't help but wonder what omen she would glean from these strange waters. Just as quickly, she banishes the wondering. She has a duty to perform, and thoughts of her family pinch her chest still. It's not only mourning. )
Here. ( She turns to her companion for the evening, lifting one of the lamps she holds in offer. In lieu of spelling candles, she has worked with the oil of these lamps instead, casting an extended spell that should double its duration and give them better sight.
Not since Taravast have Lan Wangji and Emilia been assigned to something together. Let us see what horrors they get up to tonight. )
that son of a biscuit eater, for lan wangji.
Then again, Nonna Maria is a superstitious sort. Emilia can't help but wonder what omen she would glean from these strange waters. Just as quickly, she banishes the wondering. She has a duty to perform, and thoughts of her family pinch her chest still. It's not only mourning. )
Here. ( She turns to her companion for the evening, lifting one of the lamps she holds in offer. In lieu of spelling candles, she has worked with the oil of these lamps instead, casting an extended spell that should double its duration and give them better sight.
Not since Taravast have Lan Wangji and Emilia been assigned to something together. Let us see what horrors they get up to tonight. )