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Maliar adjusted the handmirror so that Ambaratodil could see her eyesockets better. It looked like whatever had burned out her eyes had cauterized the inside. That at least meant that she wouldn't need Aboreal to remove any remaining pieces before they festered. Her poor thrall was already terribly distraught over his inability to heal her of this.
Thanks to her magic, she could see, though. It had been painful and awkward setting up for the ritual that bound her vision to Ambaratodil's eyes, but she had persevered. Eventually though, she had to admit how much an impediment blindness was and summon Aboreal to arrange everything. She had never felt more vulnerable; she could not even arrange her own supplies! Every bit of her workshop was carefully labelled, but what good were labels when you couldn't see?!
She had managed to stumble through the ritual, though. Now she could see again, even if it was from a strange point-of-view. She would adjust, though, because she had no other choice.
Maliar set the mirror down on her workbench. She would need to dedicate herself to the realm war when she adjusted to this new vision. The power she could gain from it, the power she had to gain from it....
She had not the power to face Morganna again. Not yet.
But she would.
The End
A/N: Well, it's been almost two weeks since we got Maliar back. I may post the logs sometime soon - I don't know when or if I'll ever turn them into stories.
If you've been wondering what the hell caused all of this, well, I hope to get that written up someday.