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It wasn’t as if Malva had nothing better to do other than keeping herself busy by drowning her petite self in the pile of sheets where most of her spells came undone and ended up being a pile of fail attempts. Failure, basically. "What in the world am I doing..." The Russian born Aspect of Magic grumbled to herself as she crumpled yet another paper and threw it somewhere in her spacious room. That was probably her 300th time or god knows how many more poor papers the girl has been wasting.
"This is not working out well.." No shit sherlock, Malva. Obviously it was not working out at all when you have your head wandering off in the air with no other basis. Deciding it was enough for her to stop wasting the poor papers today, Mal closed her spell journal and rolled out the other scrolls, arranging them neatly and accordingly in the cabinet before plopping herself on her bed, laying her head on top the pillow of hers as she stared at the fan spinning on the ceiling.
After a while of endless staring, she decided to take a walk, which meant it would be her first time after almost two months of being in her room. Mal hasn't been going out as she used to, which was probably why she quit being a doctor at the general hospital of Evermore. She told herself the reason she did all the isolation part was due to herself needing some time off the society they were in. Which wasn't really easy given that the society they lived in had supernatural creatures as their majority of population.
Today was it, then. She was finally setting her foot outside of their residency, again. She hoped it will be long lasting this time. She needed to check up on the Diviners once in a while after all. To which she hasn't been doing for quite some time. Tucking her spell journal in her bag, she wrapped a jacket around her as she went downstairs, only to find no one. That one did not came to her as a shocker, clearly. No one really stayed in the manor anymore with the exception of them Aspects and a few guards. Opening the entrance door slowly, Malva was greeted by the cool breeze as she set her foot outside and made her way to her destination, the river banks, where most of the Diviners had resided in. Or at least, the last she checked, anyways.
It would be a lie if she said she did not miss Isle of Skye the slightest because everyone in the faction knew if there was one who hated Evermore to the core, it was going to be her. She never liked Evermore and despite her position, she didn't like being in the supernatural society that much. The now light haired Aspect found the supernatural haven to be easier to navigate though, thankfully. Since she couldn't risk getting lost.
It came to her as a question, to why she didn't just fly over to the river banks like she used to go anywhere the first time they came to Evermore. Malva had guessed, after the tragic incident that took place at the Isle of Skye, she felt mildly traumatic to use her main ability that categorized her easily as one of the Aspects, because it had reminded her to who she was. Her current identity. Boy how she missed Tatiana, who was her partner in everything. Who was also her ball of emotion helper.
She felt as if one by one was beginning to disappear and go away. First, Aureus who ended up giving back the mantle to their brother, Venetus due to exhaustion, then a few of her siblings going elsewhere. The guards starting to move out of the manor and only coming in to bring updates and news. Her strongest confidant was also out of town to carry out the mission they gave on keeping an eye out for other supernatural beings. No wonder the Aspect of Magic felt alone.
Taking a seat at the same boulder she used to sit on, which was just a few meters away from the stream, she took out her spell journal and flicked through the pages. As she delved too much on the spells, she had accidentally made the tree vines grew around her without her knowing. It seemed to be her habit these days. Delved too deep and while doing so, her magic spiraled out doing what it does best without the host knowing or realizing.