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[ After having gotten over the shock of... Well, everything, and after having herself a good cry, Lirael examined the journal she'd found next to her neatly folded clothes.

It seemed like it had to be magical, and yet she could feel nothing from it. Was it dangerous? It didn't seem like it. Just strange.

Hence, after having read a few entries and come to the conclusion that this had to be some kind of communication device, she tentatively wrote: ]

Is this Ancelstierre?

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Something here has the power to abduct very powerful beings, then?

Edited 2012-09-22 12:21 (UTC)

Does anyone know how that works?

So I've come to understand. You're one of the others who've been taken?

[ This man sounds drunk... ]

Do you know where we are?

It's a country bordering the Old Kingdom.

[ And she does realize that probably doesn't mean much to this stranger but what is she supposed to answer really? ]

Yes. And they're preventing us from contacting gods, too. We still haven't found out how.

Aye! I do.

[Maybe drunk, or maybe just maddeningly unhelpful.]

Not that I'm aware of.

[By now, they're close to House 3]

We wake up with the wings, here. Even the Malnosso, the organization keeping us in the barrier, have them.

[Old Kingdom, hm?]

I'm not sure I know where that is, but it's definitely not here. I'm sorry.

[Ever since Rei gave her the heads up of an arrival from the Old Kingdom Sabriel's been in a bit of a tizzy preparing some tea and sandwiches for when they get home. The name had not been familiar and...well, she's a little sad that Touchstone had not arrived but she was determined to make a good impression and help Lirael in whatever way she could.

By the time she realizes she's rearranging the snacks on the coffee table for the third time Sabriel sits herself down with an anxious sigh. Nothing to do but wait for them to return, then she'll know whether she'll have to worry about expectations from this newcomer or not.]

No. I'm sorry, but this place is entirely separate from your original home. It's called Luceti.

You can usually do that?

[ Lirael has been gradually getting more and more nervous by the thought that she is actually going to meet and speak to the Queen Abhorsen, not to mention the fact that she will somehow have to inform said Queen that she is in fact her half sister.

Maybe she should skip that part?

Sameth had said that she would be welcomed into the family, but how did he know?

Head full of thoughts like these, she merely nodded at Rei's explanation, and asked nothing further until they got to the house because she felt pretty much all talked out, and somehow she would still have to find the energy to talk some more because speaking with Sabriel was important. ]

[ Well isn't that just charming? ]

And?

Neither of these names ring any sort of bell?

[Rei took note of Lirael's silence, and just lead the way. When they reached House 3, she opened the door and gestured for Lirael to enter, guiding her into the living room where Sabriel was waiting.

When she entered with the other girl, Rei took a moment to wave and excuse herself, letting them talk]

I'll be back later, with some food...

[And out she went]

Edited 2012-09-24 04:40 (UTC)

Entirely separate?

That name rang a bell for some reason, but I couldn't put a finger on why.

Dunno if you've heard, but you're a good ways away from your home now.

So I've come to understand. Nobody seems to know how this can happen.

Yes. Exactly. Everyone here is from some other version of Earth or an entirely separate world, as it were. This is a world in, probably another universe entirely. It's a bit strange to hear at first. But there's always the chance that you'll find someone here from your own world too.

This place kinda screws with reality at random. Far as I know, bringing us here is just another side-effect.

[Sabriel's head snaps up at the sound of the door unlocking and she hastily makes her way back up to her feet. What if this person knew her from the future? What if it was someone she barely knew from the past? It seemed too much to hope that it could be either of her school friends and as the footsteps draw closer Sabriel is anxiously smoothing out the wrinkles in the clothing, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear when the two young women enter the room.

She freezes, eyes locked on the emblem patterned across the surcoat so very much like her own. The Clayr's star and the Abhorsen's key. What did it mean?

It may not be very dignified for Sabriel to stare but it is over in a moment as she reigns back her surprise and the hundreds of questions that want to leap to the tip of her tongue. Instead, she dips her head to the young woman in greeting, a little shocked out of eloquence.]

...Hello. I am Abhorsen Sabriel.

No, I'm afraid not. Have you ever heard of Luceti before?

....No! I meant uh-- In general.

[He knows it's obvious, so he changes the subject.]

You don't have gods where you come from?

And what? You're absolutely horrible at askin' questions, woman.

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