Frostfall, 2nd, 4E 201
I've decided to keep a journal. It's as much a calming activity as anything, plus I think it might be nice to look back upon someday. The day when I am Queen of Skyrim, when I sit at Her side.
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“I cannot begin to express my disappointment,” she began. “After all I’ve done for you. You steal. And not just things, but knowledge. And that is the biggest offense. Yes, some of these things you were taking are valuable, but it’s the knowledge; that’s the real tragedy, for it is priceless.
“So, what am I to do?” The Caller continued.
Because Ienarath hadn’t been sleeping in the room with the other women, she didn’t have to worry about sneaking out. But, because the Keep seemed to be a buzz of activity at nearly all hours, as The Caller made sure of, she would need to stick to her plan closely. When the time came, she swiftly made her way to the storeroom. She had to stop unexpectantly once, and for longer than she would have liked.
Over the next month Ienarath began taking note of everyone's daily routine. As she sat in the main common room late one night, pouring over her notes, she came to the conclusion that, “Damn! This is going to be difficult. I’ll be lucky to get a 2 minute window without anyone seeing me.” Then, as she began to piece all her information together, she laughed a bit, “Ha, she is a crafty one, if nothing else, isn’t she?” Ienarath said, referring to The Caller.
In the days that followed the attack, Ienarath kept to herself, avoiding Fellgrim, Sifkni, and Rolgbi at all cost. No longer feeling safe in her room, she spent almost all of her time in the largest common room. She felt exposed in the large open area but decided that there was greater safety there, surrounded by others, then in a smaller out of the way room that could be locked. Regardless, even when others were around, she felt alone.
Ienarath continued about her business over the following weeks. With the other women gone the Keep seemed a little colder somehow. It was something she’d have to get used to, though, since, as she found out from Mikal, they would gone for several more weeks. However, having the quarters to herself was nice.
After the men were securely locked up, Ienarath went to one of the common rooms to relax. Many came to hear how she managed to capture the men. Even The Caller came to listen. The Caller rarely mingled with the other mages outside of business affairs, so there was a certain tension, but also an excitement, in the air.
The following morning, after her testing, the Keep was buzzing with rumor; everything from Ienarath having been killed to The Caller appointing her above Celeste as Conjurations Master. When she woke up and stepped out of her quarters, she was assailed with questions, the most common by far was, “What did she summon?”
It wasn’t long until Ienarath got into a rhythm at Fellglow, and before she knew it, she was celebrating her 16th birthday. By then, a year since her admittance, her alchemy skills had improved more than 10 fold and she was casting simple spells without hesitation. Celeste had proved to be an excellent mentor in conjuration, while Sifkni’s alchemy talents were beyond anything that her aunt had ever shown her.