A forced departure

[freezn]

The gloves over her hands were thick and luxurious. They allowed her to only feel the felt within. Its touch soft and tender. The parchment her fingers wrapped upon could not break through the leather's barrier. With its brittle and dry texture it would have surely felt... unreal. The woman's unnatural gaze scanned over the parchment once more looking for a feeling inside her. Something. Anything. An ember to call upon that would draw forth her connection to the endless power of the Weave. She found only emptiness. A hallowed out sadness that left no room for true emotion. Only a numb void.

She had expected that on this day she would lash out, just as she had so many times before. The scream that had sent countless to their deaths was nowhere to be found. She looked for the longing that had once stolen very essence of those closest to her. Nothing. Feeling like an automaton she blinked her shimmering gaze open and shut. No pressure fought to break through. No emotion to channel.

Rising from her desk, the lithe woman moved with a disembodied grace as the world continued to move on without her. Students flocked through the halls. Bards sung their songs and weaved their tales. Budding sorcerers and wizards bickered over which planar theory held more weight. She alone moved in silence, gathering what few things she didn't keep upon her person already. Her bedding. Her notes... was there nothing else of hers here?

She had always been one to travel light. But had she become so used to the winds of chaos that she hadn't settled roots down even here? Seven years. After seven years and all she had were... some blankets and a few books to take with her.

"SQUELCH!"

No that wasn't true. She come here with a thirst. While that thirst might not be sated, she no longer felt as though she were dehydrating in a desert. She had come here powerless. Now she wrapped her gloved hand over the slimy, slippery appendage, lifting it up as it writhed within her grip. Now she could change reality at a whim.

The tides of cities had broken before her predecessors. She would be damned if she would allow herself to be broken by some common thug. There was a crackle of power that thrummed within her eyes. There. She had found it. That sweet burn that yearned to be unleashed. To dictate to the world what her will made truth. That soul shredding essence that was so key to who she was that she had willingly tore her whole life down to respond to its call.

With a withering smile she looked into the shadowy corner at the edge of the gate. "Come then. Let's see if you can keep up." In a crackling pop the chestnut haired beauty was gone, leaving behind in her wake a thick cloud of dark smoke.