It had been so long since she had returned to the city, she could not help herself but break her promise of Conall. Her daughter, she found out, was mixed up in helping the mage movement as well, and was no longer dwelling in the city, but traveling somewhere in the country side, and her care taker could do nothing to stop her. Though it pained her to think her daughter was out somewhere, doing dangerous things, she could not help but feel proud of her for wanting to do the right thing- even if she was being as foolish as her mother.
But to see Reajh in such conditions upon her return felt eerie, there was a strange silence to the place, and so many soldiers and guards. The streets felt hollow, and as grey as the sky. She shivered, feeling the cold winds whipping through the streets as she neared the palace and peered up to it, capped in the red light of the fading day. This was the last place she had been where her peaceful protests took a turn for the worst. She should have known the Grand Duke's men would have played dirty, and to think....
They had failed to kill her when they hung her bleeding body from the chandelier in the forgotten castle in the mountains so far away. She shivered and shook away the thought, hugging the hooded cloak closer around her body. When had it gotten so cold? And as she walked on, she began to regret leaving Conall behind, as she moved away from the palace back to the outskirts where they had taken hommage on this chilly night.
It was late, and by the time she began to weave her way through the city streets, a bell tolled, echoing through the city. She paused a moment in the shadow of a building and heard the cry of a guard on horse back.
"The eve is here! No parsons to be on the street!"
And as he galloped away, she held her breath, hearing his words echo and echo over and over again. Seems as if the city now had a curfew. It wasn't unexpected, she just wished she had more time.