Pleasure at her sound whipping of the young b***h flooded her again, and she allowed herself a large smile. Stretching that other-her's senses a bit more, she noticed other energies mingling with the healer's...something not wholly identifiable, though she knew what it was, and -- two bellicas? Yarrow was no surprise. But Anala -- what a pity. I'd thought she may be a bit more faithful.
In a while it wouldn't matter. Magea Rosa's help would be locked in a room, unreachable by anyone but her -- Empress of the Reiaume.
She would have done it sooner, for the psychic noise coming from this end of the castle had been unbearable. She lacked the power herself to lock the Magi in her tower. That would change someday, but for the moment she still needed help.
She fingered the ring on her hand.
