R: 102 / I: 112
[SoL] - Dialogues>Date: September 16th, 2017 (Earth time)>Location: Ceridwen's Room, The Axiom
>After the situation with Sirius, Ceri retires to her room. Clearly drained of some of her energy, she takes her cloak off, letting it float over to a hook on the other side of the room. Without the bulky piece of clothing covering her, how small her form is is even more obvious, the cloak having added an inch or two to her height, and having hidden how thing and twig-like her arms really are.
>Also revealed by the cloak being gone is just how extensive the brand on her arm is, while still visible with the cloak on, not being covered reveals how it twists and winds around her arm, leaving little in the way of skin, and continuing on to her shoulder - and perhaps beyond.
>With an exhausted slump, the girl takes a seat in the room, staring at the brand.
"It doesn't pulse and hurt any more, but it still remains, even with nothing on the other side to exploit it, the rift remains a risk. . ."
>Looking at a book on her desk, Ceri thinks for a moment.
"I should check on it, maybe visit the family, although I don't think they would be that
pleased to see me. . ."
>Another thought enters Ceri's head, and she groans.
". . .and that Chimera
is he just left to run amok with the secrets of the Thaumians?"
"I mean, they were pompous idiots. . . but even they understood how some things worked, right?"
". . .and how did he get it in the first place anyway? It was magitek. . . Eukar. . . Ewe Carrot? If it's magitek that means they were given it by. . ."
. . . Who else would have access to magitek? But why?"
>Ceri groans again.
". . .and now that's going to be stuck in my head until I work it out. . . wait. . ."
>Ceri taps her head for a moment.
"The male heir died, but there were two more, younger sisters. . . they're probably still out there somewhere, I could just track them down with a spell and. . ."
>Standing up, Ceri rushes over to a desk, shuffling through it until she finds a crow's feather, which she takes holds in front of her.
"We just need a bit of. . ."
>Putting the feather down on a clean surface, Ceri unsheathes the dagger from her belt, bringing up to her finger very carefully and pricking it so a drop of blood comes out, landing on the feather.
"Then we just. . ."
>Picking the feather back up, Ceri holds it close to her mouth, closes her eyes, and whispers an incantation to the feather, causing it float in front of her.
"It's not a lot, but I have a little
bit of Hyde in me, let's just hope that's enough. . ."
>Holding her hand out, Ceri summons her cloak to her, putting it on once it floats close enough to her, then taps the feather again, causing it to slowly glide to her door. Following it, the girl grins.
"Well, here's hoping. . ."