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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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Yes, I am. I've been here for a few months now.

[ ... yeah, pretty obvious. ]

We have the Charter.

Where are we?

How long do they keep people?

No, never. Had you before you came here?

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I already know there is someone from my world here.

It... screws with reality? How?

[ ... Wow, Sabriel looked good for her age. She didn't look much older than Lirael herself!

Lirael does a fair bit of staring before remembering her (at the best of times slightly questionable) manners and bows to Sabriel ]

Your Majesty. I'm Lirael.

[ ... your sister. How do you even say that? ]

There is no definite span.

Some stay for only a few months. Others have been here years.

What's that?

Luceti. That's Italian for "light and fresh."

Just Sabriel is fine- wait. Wait, 'Your majesty'?

[She blinks as the other girl bows, her expression very much confused and puzzled when Lirael straightens out again.]

There must be some mistake, I'm not- I am Abhorsen. And so are you, it seems.

[Okay Sabriel, breathe, try to think clearly. Passing a hand through her hair Sabriel huffs a thoughtful breath, frowning faintly.]

I'm afraid I don't understand and this is all going to sound very odd but do you...know me?

No. As far as I know, no one has. But it's okay! There are lots of kind people here.

Every so often, reality just... changes. Difficult to say why, but the guys keeping us here have found a way to partly control it, apparently.

Oh? You do? Do you need some helping finding them? If you give me their name might be easier to help you contact them.

It's... a sort of magic.

Ah, no... well, yes. [ Oh dear, this is really awkward. But if this isn't the queen, is it some... other Abhorsen called Sabriel? How does that work? ]

I'm the Abhorsen-in-waiting. Apparently. It's pretty new. And I don't know you, I only know of... well, it's probably not you, I'm so sorry, I just assumed. The Abhorsen is also the Queen, and her name is Sabriel.

Oh... Oh.

[Taking a step back Sabriel falls heavily into one of the armchairs around the living room, rubbing her forehead to try and sooth the headache she felt gathering behind her temples. She said the 'queen' had been an Abhorsen named Sabriel...and what are the chances of there being another Abhorsen named Sabriel in the Old Kingdom when she was the last of her family? There are implications there...very significant ones that have her cheeks tinging a bright pink.]

Have a seat Lirael, I think I know what's happened here.

I don't have anything called that at home. What kind of magic do they do?

Years!?

I suppose that makes it a bit easier, at least.

Yes, years. Rather irritating, I would think.

If it is any consolation, time is frozen in one's world while they are here.

It certainly does. Have you found the village yet?

Control it how? Do they decide how it changes, or stop it?

Almost anything, if you know what marks to use.

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Written | Whoops, I'm so sorry about letting this slip by for a bit.

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No worries, I do that all the time <3

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[Written] \o/ sorry for my slow ;;

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At least now I can keep proper track of this with my new paid status <3 Shouldn't happen again!

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[Written] It's cool

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if it does it's never a problem <3

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c: Yay! <3

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