crystal.

[mournwitch]

FORM: A crystal message
SENDER: Athénaïs Tavarys
RECIPIENT: All y’all

( the voice that comes across the crystals is a woman’s, nevarran accented, likely familiar to some— maybe some more than others. she’d joined riftwatch in nevarra, following them back to kirkwall from the necropolis alongside professor volkarin; presently, she’s set herself up in the thaig, which is where she’s reaching out to the crystals from,

though it’s not only her voice audible. there’s a slightly muffled cacophony of hideous grinding sounds in the background as she opens, )

So, is someone missing an incredibly mobile teapot.

Comments

[mournwitch]

I take them on a case by case basis.

[reparo]

[ in a fight? ] Fair enough. There are a few of us in the Riftwatch, but not all of us prickly about it.

[mournwitch]

I know mages aren’t an easy group to have a singular opinion of for those who've met any; I can’t imagine rifters being different.

[reparo]

That's an excellent attitude to have about it! I apologise for the quickfire questions - I realise it puts you on the spot. [ which was the point. ] There's been some literature published recently about Rifters and...well, prickly or not, nobody likes to be called a demon.

[mournwitch]

( the apology loses her a few points — come on, now, they both know she did it on purpose — but athénaïs,
who doesn’t tend to talk to most people the way she’s been cracking at strand, lets it pass. )

Well, I’m sure that’s so, ( does have an air of humouring her, a bit. )

[reparo]

[ does she not want her gold star for passing the test though? ]

Have you found Miss Smythe's owner now?

[mournwitch]

( leaving gold stars on read, )

Siegfried’s coming for a drink, but with any luck he’ll still be able to find him after.