Over in Tahn'siol, Yulnii continues to draw in her ever-growing sketchbook, unaware of the events that had just occurred. Surrounded by the rest of the Elibar'acals, she partakes in conversation at random, sometimes toying with the magic, sending swirls of mist to tickle their noses or (in the case of Asul) grow tired. At this point, it had been almost a year since Valmuel and Yulnii had seen each other.
Yulnii didn't realize that her enemy-turned-friend was gone. The woman that she had spent hours with, training, talking, learning. The one who had hardened her to the outside world, who had left her on her own. The one person she could ever actually confide in.
Yulnii didn't realize that her mentor was gone. The woman who had bestowed upon her the gift of Fi'hiiran'tanya and all its knowledge. The woman who had known the ways of the world so well, and even when gone, had tried to teach her them.
Yulnii didn't realize that her family, so small, had lost another member.
Yulnii didn't realize that now, she was the most powerful anti-mage in the world of the Fringe.
Yulnii didn't realize that Valmuel was dead.
Maybe she would in a year, ten years, or a hundred. Who can really tell? Word can go slowly when the deaths are silent. And even the great memories of the elves fade with time. But when she would eventually find out... her heart would break into a thousand pieces and she would cry for her lost great-aunt, the strongest woman that had ever lived.
Rest in peace, Valmuel Elibar'acal.
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