Sylmira rose from the chair. Her decision firmed with every step. She spared one last glance at the sleeping Arty before slipping out of the chamber.
The hallway outside was quiet at this time of night, lit only by the faint glow of the lamps on the wall.
She entered her own chamber swiftly and shut the door behind her, turning the lock with a click.
Her palms pressed together. Lips moving in a quiet incantation as she reached across the veil of worlds.
Her thoughts sharpened, her will focused until her voice echoed inside the mind she sought.
"Erend."
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On the other end, Erend froze. He had just been drifting in that false sense of calm after speaking with his mother when Sylmira's voice pierced through his mind.
The connection carried with it more than words. It carried a heavy and oppressive feeling, her anxiety pressing against his mind.
"Sylmira? What happened?" he thought back instantly, his tone tight.
