Post by Izabella A. Bogatyryova on Jan 11, 2017 10:58:11 GMT -5
shackled
October 2, 2016
Izabella paced in a circle, books and notes surrounding her in the common room. They were all over the table, and once that ran out of room she enchanted the rest to hover around as she went back and forth between them. Quills also floated around at a frantic pace, making notes and crossing things out. To anyone walking in, it probably looked like she had lost her mind or decided to take a page from Pippindorio’s book. It felt that way.
“Eto ne budet rabotat', no ... eto zel'ye tol'ko v konechnom itoge yest' by cherez moyu kozhu, a ne kol'tso …” She shook her head as she looked through the floating books, Russian coming out automatically. “I eto ocharovaniye budet tol'ko lyuft. Mozhet byt' ... mozhet byt', vzyat' odin iz starshikh ..” Stopping, she turned on a dime and went to the table. Books were littering it, but she picked up the oldest one and resumed her pacing as she began combing through it.
It was already October and her and Erebos had come up with nothing.
The door to her cage inched closer to locking her inside. It was a claustrophobic feeling and it drove her even more to figure this puzzle out. It had been a few days since she last slept. Or maybe she slept yesterday? Honestly it became a sort of blur, but the only time she really rested lately was when she felt safe with Adam’s arms around her. But that was few and far between moments. She had to be careful with the amount of time she spent around him. The last thing she wanted was to be the cause of him getting in trouble or losing his job.
Not that a relationship with him, secret or not, would even matter anymore come June.
And with that thought on her mind, she continued in her frantic search for any type of solution, completely unaware of of the footsteps heading towards her mad world.
But that won't work...this potion would only end up eating through my skin and not the ring…
And that charm will only backlash. Maybe...maybe one of the older tomes..