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[eolasemah]

FORM: written message delivered by couriers
SENDER: Sina
RECIPIENT: All members of the Rifts & the Veil research contingent.
WHAT: An invitation
WHEN: Late Kingsway
WHERE: an unoccupied room in the Gallows' mage tower
NOTES:

Fellow researchers of rifts & the Veil,

I have arranged for Atticus Vedici to investigate my shard, under the escort of Templars and with as many of you present as you like. As both colleague and friend to most of you, your presence would mean a great deal to me, and perhaps, if any are willing, we could first investigate someone's hand.

I would not ask you to volunteer for this. I recognize that in this situation I am somewhat uniquely imperiled. But your aid and witness would be welcome.

If you'd like to come, let me know and I'll give you the day and time. Please understand that I do not want this to be common knowledge, both for my privacy and to reduce the possibility of someone trying to stop us.

Siuona, First of Clan Dahlasanor

Comments

I read your tag in Panera and it was a mistake

[eolasemah]

It lasts quite a while, Sina an endless font of pent-up misery. She's shed tears in front of others, but this is the first time she's truly broken down, openly admitted what she and likely others know to be true.
She cries herself to exhaustion, which, both blessedly and unfortunately, doesn't take long. Finally she falls asleep, her face still pinched in an expression of weary distress.

yes weep in public (I am doing it in private)

[nadasharillen]

When Sina's breathing becomes slower and more even, her head dropping lower, Nari slowly and carefully alters her position, tugging a pillow in place to cradle her clansister's head a bit better. She curls around the small frail First as she'd sometimes done when they were younger, smoothing Sina's fine brown hair across her temples until the pained expression on her face relaxes. Only then does she settle her own head in the crook of her elbow and wait for her own sleep to come; which, with the warmth and slow breathing of the one she'd loved best since her birth against her chest, she does.