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[typemoonmoon]

[ Darkness fills the space of the locket from her end with her own appearance barely visible. Night time. Eerily quiet for the world. With thick fabric wrapped around the side of her head in the form of a cloak. These actions paint the tale of being intentional, whether or not she fully comprehends her doing so is another story entirely. ]

What is this world's highest power? [ Not who, but what. She seeks out power beyond the mortal realm and feels as if this doesn't need clarification despite asking the captive populace. ]

Those who the sovereign answer to. [ Arcueid does clarify on that point as she sucks in her lower lip in thought, baring one of her fangs. ] Mystical creatures of power, magic... perhaps a god.

Yes, a god is exactly what I seek.

Tell me of one.

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[typemoonmoon]

This old name is-?

[ She asks immediately, caring little for the procedures of offerings or that Samhain has already passed. Unnecessary things aren't worth memorizing, but contacting someone by their true name may yield better results. ]

[notyetlegend]

I called him Old Shadow, but he's also called Dog of Death. Many ticked him off durin' Samhain, so I'd take caution.

[Her brow furrows a little in concern, pursing her lips together. Should she really be giving such information to someone so flippant? She didn't know, but if the girl managed, the Shuck would be able to handle her she imagined.]

I wouldn't know how tae get in contact with th' White Hart. I an' another shot him durin' th' hunt, an' I wouldn't know how long it takes him tae come back th' second time. Th' Black Shuck calls him kin.

[typemoonmoon]

Then they are exactly the kind of beings I seek. I need someone who is spiritually attuned to this world in order to strengthen my connection with it.

[ Unusually open with her intentions, she doesn't care much for secrecy despite hiding herself within shadows. That guise was intended to veil her from someone else entirely. ]

[notyetlegend]

A mage or a witch wouldn't do?

[She's genuinely curious, an eyebrow raising.]

[typemoonmoon]

Those that the agents of Alaya hunt will be unable to aid me. [ Even if she's not sure if that entity exists here or not.

It's difficult being all knowing and then not knowing anything at all. ]

I need a deeper connection.

[notyetlegend]

[O...kay.]

Well there's probably no deeper connection than th' Shuck an' Hart. I doubt even th' monarchs are as old as they are.

[typemoonmoon]

Will the Shuck see a member of the Seelie Court?

[ Probably not, but it's worth asking since the other one is kind of dead-ish. ]

[notyetlegend]

He saw all types at Samhain. Unseelie, Seelie, natives... I don't believe death would discriminate accordin' tae court.

[Death comes for everyone after all.]

[typemoonmoon]

[ Except those that can't die. Oops. ]

I look forward to meeting him.

Are there any of his shrines near La Llorona?

[notyetlegend]

I'm afraid I can't say. [She shakes her head.] Though I live on th' other side of La Llorona, I don't explore it unless I'm just passin' through.

[typemoonmoon]

You should refrain from exploring it further. [ What an ominous warning. ]

[notyetlegend]

[Raiiiiised eyebrow.]

I can take care of myself.

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[typemoonmoon]

[ Orbs of light appear around her to dispel the shade of darkness, leaving her golden eyes pristine and clear. ]

The best way you can take care of yourself is to avoid the area surrounding Quendi. [ It's a suggestion more than a command, Arcueid unaware that the effect is lessened significantly through the power of the locket. ]

[typemoonmoon]

[ And just as quick as the color changed, it fades back into red. ]

You're capable of making the right choice.

[notyetlegend]

[For a moment it looks like the suggestion has worked...before Merida blinks and shakes her head.]

Well o'course I'm capable of makin' th' right choice. It's not like I go near Quendi anyway.

[typemoonmoon]

Then it'll be no trouble to avoid it. [ Cheerfully spoken. ]

Thank you for your help, Hartslayer.

[notyetlegend]

[A little unnerved.]

I never said my title.

[typemoonmoon]

It's known to me. [ Merida did claim earlier to have killed the White Hart and the title has been passed among the folk of the land.

Granted not everyone knows Arcueid is a Disney Princess. ]

[notyetlegend]

[She reaches to scratch her cheek.]

Please don't call me that. It's bad enough th' imps do.

[typemoonmoon]

I have nothing else to call you?

[ She's never had to ask someone for their name before... since she's never spoken to people in her entire existence until recent. ]

[notyetlegend]

I have a name.

[She gives a sigh.]

Merida of DunBroch, daughter of Fergus th' Bear King.

[typemoonmoon]

Merida of DunBroch, daughter of Fergus th' Bear King. [ Arcueid repeats, cataloging it within her mind. ]

Arcueid Brunestud, White Princess of the True Ancestors.

... Is this how people introduce themselves in this world?

[notyetlegend]

Aye, but just Merida's fine.

[She inclines her head, then curtsies out of habit.]

Sometimes. A lot of people don't have titles, or don't want them known. I don't really see th' point in being known by mine.

[typemoonmoon]

You don't have a surname. [ Even she has something like that so it's odd to meet someone without one. ]

Why?

[notyetlegend]

I'm a princess. [She pauses, then continues with a small shrug.] Any surnames my parents had were given up when my dad became king.