Family Reunion

[Iron Dragoon]

"Hmm... Interesting. It may be tied to your bloodline, but there are other things that could be the cause. It'd take some deeper research. I could work it with a bit of time."

[Anastasia]

"Do so, please," Lord Melweather says, a long exhale after, "It's the strangest thing. I can see so much and it doesn't disorient or overwhelm me at all."

Jarem listens to all of that before waving his hand, "Not at all? I've heard of those who tried to make a scrying appear in their mind's eye and it caused issues with disorientation. Especially when they could still see clearly. It's too much for the mind."

"Nothing like that," Lord Melweather shakes his head.

[Iron Dragoon]

"To be fully honest, I can't assure a time frame. But I'm very interested in this. If I could reproduce it with the ability to control it, the applications would be enough to write a thesis on."

Alyssa continues to study the magic in him.

[Anastasia]

No good. You feel stymied right now, for lack of a better word.

Lord Melweather nods and waits, letting you work.

[Iron Dragoon]

"Hm. There's some books I need to reference before getting much further. The options each have their own traits, but off the top of my head, I don't know a list. I'll make some notes while I'm here and return. Or you could go with me, but I'm not sure that'd be wise... Too much going on at the Order for you, I think. Yes, I'll get some reference materials together, some equipment, and return as I can."

[Anastasia]

A nod to that, "Your help will be appreciated and remembered," Lord Melweather says.

[Iron Dragoon]

"Repayment for taking care of my family for so long. Let's visit them, shall we?"

Alyssa considers for a moment... Would it be possible to suppress the effect for a time?

[Anastasia]

From your recollection, an antimagic field might do it.

[Iron Dragoon]

"Hm. If push comes to shove, we can suppress it, but it would suppress all magic near you. A last option."

[Anastasia]

A nod to that and...

Anything else to do here?

[Iron Dragoon]

Nope. Just the fam.

[Anastasia]

Thus you are taken.

It's your mother that you find first. You find her sitting on a small bench by a window of the castle, head bowed as she rests. Her hair, formerly dark and pretty, is mostly gray now. Her eyes are closed and she is breathing slowly, almost as if asleep.

[Iron Dragoon]

Alyssa slides onto the bench, leaning against her.

"Hi mom."

[Anastasia]

"Ah!" Your mother startles and looks up, staring a moment. "ALYSSA!" she cries, hugging you tight.

Jarem stands back and watches, smiling.

[Iron Dragoon]

Alyssa hugs her back.

"It's good to see you."