crystal.

[exequy]

FORM: Crystal
SENDER: Kostos Averesch
RECIPIENT: Everyone
NOTES: Relevant info about a three-year-old plot.

[ No greeting, no introduction. Kostos (Nevarran-accented, quiet) is skipping straight to sounding irritated, with everyone, for no clear reason. ]

Rifters will be put into Circles after the war if mages are. Whether they seem to have magic of their own or not.

[ Perhaps this is slightly debatable. Perhaps Riftwatch's division from the Inquisition, taking all of the rifters with it, changes the balance of things. But that's an argument someone else will have to make. ]

So you are all aware.

Comments

[tender]

Maybe I will.

[ joking? no. ]

One of us should. Maybe not so formal as a seminar, but...

[ trailing into a thoughtful quiet. ]

→ private

[exequy]

Rutyer [ ugh! ] thinks we should be telling them when they arrive.

[ That part's public. He switches to private for, ]

Not me. You and—Madame de Cedoux, and the rest. [ The rest of the people who are good at this, he means. ] You could meet with the new ones. And we should all be meeting with the ones who seem willing to fight.

private ∞

[tender]

Byerly Rutyer is a hypocrite. He's not worth your time.

[ tight anger in every single word, that only relents when she considers the rest of what's been said. ]

But you're right. We should be doing that. [ a pause. ] I know you might not want to, but you and Marcus should talk to them too. They won't know what it's like to fight against a templar.

[exequy]

Mm.

[ Marcus is a better choice. But maybe. ]

Don't you?

[tender]

No.

[ a quiet admission. ]

I killed a templar at Dairsmuid. But it wasn't...it wasn't a proper fight. I don't know that I'd have fared very well if it had been.

[exequy]

[ He'll listen to details, if she ever offers them, but he won't ask. Not about Dairsmuid. ]

We will have to do something about that.

[tender]

[ Someday, yes. ]

I'd be grateful, Kostos.