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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]

[ Family who won't see it as a tragedy that she will never have the Sight. ]

Thank you, I'll probably need it. And yes, I am pretty hungry.

[thebellthatbinds]

[From what Sabriel has heard, every Abhorsen seems to have a talent for something separate from their duties to keep watch over the Dead. Perhaps Lirael does too.]

Then lets head back into the village and to the restaurant. They can cook anything you like if you ask for it.

[keyandstar]

[ She would probably be considered an unusually gifted Charter Mage, if nothing else. ]

I'd like that. And maybe you could tell me a little about... our father?

[ That felt so massively strange to say. ]

Would you be okay with us wrapping up the thread here?

[thebellthatbinds]

I would be happy to.

[Giving Lirael's hand one more warm squeeze Sabriel stands, leading the way to the door.]

NO! xD Kidding, of course we can <333

[keyandstar]

[ And everything was adorable sisness. ]