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FORM: Sending Crystal
SENDER: Adelaide LeBlanc
RECIPIENT: Everyone
WHAT: Questions for Shardbearers
WHEN: Guardian 22
WHERE: Emprise Du Lion, heard by all
NOTES: Research Questionnaire for people that have shiny things on/in their person.

This message is for anyone that has a shard in their hand, their chest, or otherwise on their person; Rifter or Thedosian or otherwise. If you are so fortunate or unfortunate depending upon your view of the shard as to have one I've questions for you in the interest of better understanding that which you have and what it means for your health, the world around you, and how likely it is you might attract demons in your sleep. At my current best estimate the odds are high in on last but I tend to err on assuming the worst and being pleasantly surprised when the world doesn't rain down fire, death, and the undead.

If you would rather speak in person and are in Emprise du Lion- I can be found in my healing tent. If not? I will return to Skyhold at the end of Guardian if you would prefer to wait to speak face to face or am available at all hours on the crystals.

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[ Now that has her look up from her notes, eyes narrowed-

Orlesian, yes-

Ah. Elf. That is...she's aware, uncomfortably, of how they are often treated in Val Royeaux in a distant manner. At the Spire it was never quite so blatant, never quite so lethal. Sheltered, perhaps, would be the right word for them. Ignorant would be another. Adelaide takes a slow, deep breath to settle herself- Maker only knows what it looks like on the outside.

She pours the tea, offers it as a good hostess should. ]

How long have you had the shard?

Days.

[ She doesn't reach out to take the tea, letting Adelaide put it down where she may; instead, Sabine occupies herself with unbuttoning a sleeve and pushing back the excess fabric of her cloak. Her hands are bare of any shining green light, and it takes until she can push fabric back and reveal her forearm--

There. A sliver of green, shining, on the back of her arm, closer to her wrist than her elbow. ]

I was fighting at a rift, over the river, and it struck me.

[ Blatant distrust and possible disdain. This is precisely what she wished to endure today.

Lips pressed thin she makes her notes, frowning at the placement of the shard- that. That is unusual. That is not where most fall but if it might strike someone in the chest, why not the arm? That the rifters all have it in their hand is something of a surprise. ]

This is new. The placement- are you in much pain?

[ Sabine's gaze is one that soaks in every detail, tracks every frown, pinch, wrinkle, the pace of Adelaide's pen, the notes in her voice. Her report that this is in some way new has the elf glance down at the mark herself, before she crosses her less troublesome over to pick up the tea that was set down with a crude, full-fingered grip that ignores the handle.

She hefts it up, smelling it before sipping it. ]

Non. It hurt, at first, when it marked. Now it bothers, a little, and only sometimes.

[ Her words are clipped, quick, as if to get through this part for some other thing on her mind. ]

Proximity to rifts and veilfire will cause the shard to react- and when they are...active, for lack of a better term, they cause pain. None of the others I have spoken to have reported a loss of sensation or strength in their hand- does that hold true for you as well?

[ So new a thing, so fresh a shard- she wishes to examine it in greater detail and were this girl from anywhere else- it might be possible.

But she is elven and Orlesian and that holds it's own weight. ]

It is my shooting arm. I haven't felt any difference.

[ The teacup comes down on the table with a clack, more a lack of manners than, you know, anger, even if she seems like the kind of person who might hold onto her anger like that. ]

Have you understood how to remove these marks yet?

If that changes, inform a healer. I do not know what might be done for it but- keeping an eye on such things will help everyone.

Ah, no. Not safely or without removing the limb they are attached to. Not yet.

It is important, [ she states, and it sounds a little like a question. ] These--

[ Okay, no, playing it a little calmer. She refuses to show fear, anymore. She tries again. ]

I do not wish to be a danger. Or in danger.

Yes. They close the rifts.

[ And possibly, one day, might send those that fell from them home. ]

They are all...very new. As best as I can tell they are not dangerous outside of those that have magic. You are no mage and less at risk for...whatever might come of them. I cannot say more until I learn more.

[ Sabine is immensely tense, which is why it is noticeable when she relaxes, even fractionally, that her magicless status carries with it less in the way of implication. She looks down at that shimmer of green. ]

It struck like lightning, [ she says, eventually, rather than wait to be asked. ] There were Rifters and shardbearers closing it while others -- me among them -- fought demons. I was running to cover someone and then it happened, so deliberately, not like a random happening. It did not again, and was closed quickly.

[ She shrugs. ]

I would like to know of your study, as you study.

The smaller rifts are spitting out shards now? [ More notes scratched into parchment as Adelaide frowns. This is a deviation from the norm- and all the more unsettling for it. Maker only knows who not of the Inquisition has been struck and held their piece- or been struck and died from it. ]

I mean to keep those involved as informed as possible. Whatever I learn is of use to more than myself.

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