She was anxious, that was obvious. Ninorra thought on the boy with his red eye, his demeanor, his appearance. There was more to him then she was letting on, she could see that easily, and if he thought that he was fooling her, he was wrong.
"House Ymir.." She muttered to herself, sifting through her bag to retrieve the books she brought with her from Vicailde's library. "I'm not as stupid as he thinks."
They were old books, and gently used. The Bloodstone family had more than a few secrets hidden in their mansion, and the library was the most valuable. She'd been introduced to this haven by her husband, long ago, and often found spells inside that were worth more than the mansion itself. Most of them had been used for fun; strange perversions that the couple utilized when they were bored.
One of them in particular caught her eye; a duplication spell. She'd used it only once, while exceptionally lonely, to create a physical copy of her husband. Without him there to provide it with a heart, however, the copy was nothing more than a shell. A wordless slave, it did as Ninorra asked, but she found it's company too depressing and destroyed it the next day.
However, now she understood how to utilize the spell, and what to really do with it. Callus, clearly a relation of some sort, provided more than a few clues of where he was really from. This time-travel business was easier to spot the more portals they went through, and if her suspicions were correct, he was not of their time. Which meant that he had come for a purpose, and if that purpose involved her husband, she would soon find out.
"The copy spell," she said to herself, reading the words silently. It was easy enough to create a physical copy of oneself, but a complete duplicate required more; a piece of one's mind and soul. If she was going to leave this world for some unseen future, she must leave behind enough of herself to at least care for her son. Unfortunately, her soul was already spoken for, which meant that when the copy's life ended, it would leave no trace of it's existence. But her mind?
"Ab'ba, noral'arkhana," she muttered, drawing a circle into the wooden floor of her quarters with a piece of white chalk. She traced the circle several times and added more to it's edges, including runes specified in the book she kept in one hand. "Arkhana il fala, san'da arie'n..."
The circles glowed and shimmered until fire appeared at the center in the shape of an elf; Ninorra's copy of herself. Quietly, she continued to mutter the phrases, her eyes glowing deep red until the fire became flesh. Usually, spells like this would be utilized to create slaves or servants, and this was no different, but for one exception; she would have memories.
"Ama noral'arkhana..." the warlock whispered, walking toward the lifeless creature and sliding the gold ring from her left hand. It was a symbol, a conduit of the memories she would give to this copy, but enough to give her the life and love to care for "her" son. Ninorra slid the ring on to the copy's hand and examined her.
"Master?" Came a voice.
Ninorra startled, and glanced back toward the voice. "Helnia? What do you want?"
Her succubus grinned, shrugging. "I thought I'd see what you were up to."
"Well," the elf sighed. "You may as well help me. Here, put her into my bed."
Together, elf and succubus carried the copy to Ninorra's bed and tucked her in. With the gold ring on her finger, she would remember the life that came with it as if it were her own. It was enough safety to give the real Ninorra a sense of security should she find herself too far to care for him.
"Helnia," she said quietly, to keep from waking her creation. "I need you to listen very carefully. You are to obey this creation of mine, as if she were me. You are not to say a word of this to anyone. Do you understand? I may be going somewhere far far away, and I need her to continue my business here. Do you understand?"
The succubus nodded. Mischievous though she was, the demon was loyal. Besides, this might be fun! She thought to herself "Yes, master."
"Good. Stay here until she wakes. Make sure nothing is amiss. Am I clear?"
"Yes master," Helnia answered, gazing upon the copy of her mistress, sleeping soundly. Oh yes, we will have fun...
"Thank you, my friend," Ninorra said, genuine sadness in her voice. "I hope that I will see you again."
Before Helnia had a chance to respond, the warlock covered the circles on her floor with furs and left the room. The book, she placed in a satchel, amd slung it over one shoulder. Her hood went up as soon as she left, red eyes piercing through the darkness as she made her way toward Callus' quarters.
A single knock was her only announcement before unceremoniously opening the door. It was early yet, and the sun had not risen. The rest of the garrison was asleep, making this the perfect time to speak to him.
"Callus," she said quietly, in a gentle yet forceful tone. "I think that it's time you told me the truth."