ͼConradͽ sets the notes Icarus had given him back int the warded drawer of his desk. He highly doubts that the Chantry would have a problem with is ‘extracurricular’ in fact, they would probably encourage it, and that was the problem. There would be questions, far too many for him to be able to convincingly fabricate answers to. He sighs and drums his fingers on the desk, resting his head in his ot
her hand and staring at the door. He was almost one hundred percent certain that he had the basic Necromantic principles down, and now it was only a matter of testing. All he needed to do was apply the mystic properties he’d learned and will his mind into a state that would allow him to perceive the Wraithly population. But here he is, hesitating. What if the Wraith that had been following him isn
‘t Elena? Could he handle the disappointment? And what if it is? While seeing her again would be a joy he had never hoped to experience, at what cost would that bliss come? If it was Elena then that meant she had not been able to move on and was stuck as a wandering spirit. As thrilled as he would be to have her back, it pained him that she might be trapped in such a tormented exitstence. He sighs
and runs his hand through his hair absently flipping open a textbook and staring at the page for a moment. Perhaps getting the lesson plan for his next class completed would take his mind off of things.
ͼConradͽ finishes the lesson plan sooner than he expected and puts it away in his briefcase, sighing. There were only so many more excuses not to test his new power that he could come up with. “Of course…she might not even be here right now. I’ve seen no signs of her recently. Yes, best to wait until I am certain, otherwise I may get a false negative.” He nods to himself and smiles sadly, taking
the photo on the desk in his hands. “Soon my love. Very soon.”