Two Figures in White

A Ramtovi woman draped in white moves through the streets with measured, silent steps. A thin white veil is wrapped across her face and hair, soft fabric stirring faintly with each breath she takes. Beside her walks a man dressed in the same pale colors, the pair standing out starkly against the city around them.

Together, they make their way towards the Mage’s Guild, and enter.

Eyes turn their way as they enter but whoever looks their way quickly returns to their own business.

The person sitting at the front, smiles as they enter.

"Hi. Can I help you with anything?" The person at the desk appears to be a young human male wearing the blue and silver colors of the mage's guild.

Vesta does not return the smile. Instead, she steps forward and places a small pouch of gold coins onto the counter.

“I need to send several missives, please.” She says flatly.

The young man stands up from his seat and slides the bag of coins off the counter. He looks into the bag and counts out the coins.

"Uh. Sure. Um. Do you have them ready or...?" His eyes shift from Vesta to Chyevo and back again. 

“I do.”

The words come quietly.

Vesta reaches into her bag and withdraws a careful stack of letters, then waits to be led towards the circle.

The mage's guild member nods and accepts the stack of letters. "Right. Follow me then."

He leads her back to the circle for phantom missives. 

About an hour and a half later, all the missives are sent.

The mage's guild member returns to the front desk, escorting Vesta and her companion back to the front of the guild hall. "Is there anything else I can assist you with today, ma'am?"