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[keyandstar]

[ 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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[keyandstar]

[ Yes, sitting down does feel like a remarkably good idea.

... Why is Sabriel blushing? Has Lirael said something wrong? Help, what if she's managed to insult the other girl!

In any case she takes the offered seat, unsure where to look and settling on her own hands that are picking nervously at her surcoat. ]

Then you know more than me.

written;

[keyandstar]

Yes, someone helped me.

[written]

[keyandstar]

I've gotten help already, thank you. Her name is Sabriel, do you know her?

<3

[keyandstar]

What sort of place IS this?

[thebellthatbinds]

People brought to Luceti are not always from the same point in time as others from their world might be. I think...you might be from the future in regards to the time I'm drawn from.

[As Lirael takes a seat Sabriel pours her a cup of tea from the pot she had prepared on the table, sliding it over to the young woman before pouring herself a cup and taking a good sip of the strong brew. If Lirael was Abhorsen-In-Waiting, wouldn't that mean she is...or will be, Sabriel's daughter? But then how would Lirael not have known her? Sabriel can't imagine either herself or Touchstone letting one of their children grow up away from them...oh dear the thought of them together still makes her ears go red with a blush.]

For instance, I am eighteen; I've only been back in the Old Kingdom for a few weeks but in your time I must be quite different if I am...or will be, Queen.

written;

[gleamed]

I'm glad to hear that. By the way, what's your name?

[voice]

[keyandstar]

Italian being another language, I assume. Are you from here, then?

[voice]

[all7seas]

Nah. I'm just as stolen as you are, darling, which -- now I think on it -- is rather ironical.

Here's a nugget of wisdom: find a place to live. Don't go out alone at night. And if you see a pirate, always feed him cream puffs.

He likes 'em.

[written]

[folklorist]

[ There is a very clear moments pause when Helios reads those words. His green eyes widen with surprise. ] Sabriel...yes of course. She, she used to live with me and one other person, Adele. She'll be very happy to know someone else from her own world is here with her. Are you a friend of hers?

[Written] <3

[quicktoanger]

They stop it from happening in the enclosure naturally, and then they sort of... induce it. From what I know.

[action]

[idealism]

....Are marks like spells? Or wards?

[removeimpurity]

A very strange one, that is certain.

[action]

[keyandstar]

Yes, sort of. Different marks mean different things, and sometimes you have to combine them.

[ She holds her hair away from her face and points at the mark on her forehead. ]

That's a Charter Mark.

[written]

[keyandstar]

Not yet.

[ But she hopes that she will be, one day. ]

[Written]

[keyandstar]

That sounds cruel.

[keyandstar]

Yes, so I'm beginning to understand. Why are we all even here?

[voice]

[keyandstar]

What does this pirate look like, then?

[removeimpurity]

That, I could not tell you. The Malnosso's motives are hidden from everyone.

[keyandstar]

Oh, I see.

[ That means Lirael is currently older than her. That thought is very peculiar, and rather hard to wrap her mind around.

She takes a sip of tea, trying to decide on what to say next. ]

I don't... actually know what you're like, really. See, I'm... a Daughter of the Clayr [ It feels so very awkward to say... ] and have lived on the glacier all my life. It was Prince Sameth who was the Abhorsen in waiting... he's your son. [ And that was even more awkward. ]

But as it turns out... I'm the one who's supposed to become the Abhorsen after you. We're... um... sisters. [ The most awkward. ]

written;

[keyandstar]

Lirael. What's yours?

written;

[gleamed]

Rapunzel. It's nice to meet you, Lirael.

[keyandstar]

I suppose that makes a sort of sense. Why would they want to tell us after all.

written;

[keyandstar]

Nice to meet you too. Where are you from?

[action]

[idealism]

[His eyes widens. Tsuzuki is familiar with writing spells down, but he would never write them on a person. That's dangerous territory.]

What does it do?

[removeimpurity]

It would give everything away, this is true.

With their unknown motives comes fear, and with fear comes their power.