Nefeethis Saazeammie POV
Me and Nyrim have known each other for almost two centuries. Even today her true intentions, deepest thoughts, and even feelings are covered by a thick layer of narcissism and sarcasm; rendering them unreadable. In all the years I have known her, I have never seen her look so fatigued. She wears a disheveled and stained off-white lab coat with a short cotton dress underneath. She is wearing her signature knee high brown boots, now aged and stained. Her most distinctive features once you get past her mid length messy black hair is her blood red eyes and the large horns sprouting from her forehead.
Both me and Nyrim are far past are youth, but thanks to power of essence cultivation we can keep our youthful looks; as well as unlock a longer lifespan.
Nyrim Dedicated herself to he studies and in turn I dedicated myself to essence. Essence is the magic of our world, as well as a power source for many things.
Even after I heard about Nyrim's corrupted research, I still denied any claims against her. I've been covering her ass for so long that even the old coots in the senate caught on. The whole issue was beginning to impact my reputation.
I have done everything I can for her and now I will have to judge her fairly like I would to any other offender. Is what I'm telling myself..
"Nyrim unfortunately you have broken one of our most sacred laws and I regretfully have to send you in for judgement," I took a deep breath, a bead of cold sweat ran down my face. "As you know, any allies you have within the senate are not allowed to be present. Not to imply you have any."
"Uh sure," Nyrim answered half-heartedly.
I sighed and continued, "The senate will call for you in the 17th hour of Kucloixas. Until then you will be resting in cell, your essence is to be sealed and confiscated."
She took a death breath, I flinched getting ready for the curses that would surely come next. A few seconds past and nothing happened. I opened my eyes and peered at her. Nyrim's face remained expressionless. This time I had no way of reading her thoughts from her expression or body language.
"Saa," she finally spoke, calling me by my nickname.
"What is it," I responded swiftly, my voice came out squeaky.
"How long will my essence be sealed for?" She continued to speak in a monotone.
"Until further judgement," my comment was uncertain sounding.
"In other words it's not up to you?"
"Yes," I answered in a grim voice.
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