With a curt nod, Mirana led Alaenor away from the rest of the group and toward the edge of the clearing, away from the crowd. Once they were out of earshot of all else, Mirana turned to look directly into the brunette's eyes.

"You haven't told me the exact reason for wanting me to talk with you alone."

Alaenor took a deep breath, unsure how this would pan out. "Right, well... back in Starfall, I survived miraculously from a wave of arrows and protected Euphemia from it too. The thing is... I had no idea that I unintentionally used magic to protect myself and her since I do not recall having magic myself. Therefore I need your assistance in this matter, Lady Mirana."

Mirana stared at the younger woman before replying, "I see. You mean you don't remember doing such things in the past?"

"Of course not. I've no idea how it happened either." At that response, Mirana let out a sigh in reply. "Well... we shall talk about that later. For now, I believe you should return to the others. I'll inform the council of your situation and we'll decide what to do next."

"Alright."

After saying goodbye to Mirana, Alaenor walked back to the rest of the group. She noticed they were all staring at her with curious expressions but ignored them and went straight to Euphemia. "I think I should talk to you about something if you will. But not here, not now."

Euphemia raised her brow slightly at Alaenor's words. "Are you okay, dear?"

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"Yes, it's just that I'd prefer not to discuss such matters in public," Alaenor said as she shook her head slightly.

The woman sighed deeply in response. "I suppose that would be best. Come along then."

Once the two left the area, they discussed freely about the incident back at the sanctuary about the use of magic to protect them from the arrows. Puzzled, Alaenor had no idea where and how it came to be hence she needed to ask Euphemia about it. She knew the risk of using magic, after learning how magic was rare in these lands and she was uncertain how to control this new magic of hers.

"So how did you use your magic back there?" Euphemia asked once the two were seated in front of each other.

"I am not entirely sure of how I cast it, but I did manage to save us," Alaenor replied with a small laugh.

"That sounds like quite the feat to be done with little preparation. How did you manage to do it?"

"I'm not completely sure but I think I remembered something similar to a golden light surrounding us."

"What?!"

"Yeah I know that sounded stupid. I don't know how to explain it anyway but I need someone who could help me with this magic of mine. Do you happen to know someone who wields magic?" Alaenor asked brows furrowed.

"Hmm..." The older woman thought for a while before answering, "There is someone who could help but it would take some time to get to him. He is considered one of the most powerful but is most likely to live isolated somewhere in the south."

"Will it be possible to go to him now?"

"It depends on whether you can find him, or the time. If you need him urgently, though, I can arrange tomorrow night's journey. Is that okay with you?"

"I think so."

"Then please go ahead and get some sleep. It has been quite a long day for both of us." Euphemia insisted, already heading back towards the camp they have set up after the discussion with the Council of Elites. Alaenor trailed alongside her, nervous and eager about meeting this sorcerer she was about to meet.