voice; unseelie.

[survivra]

Each day that goes by that we're waiting for something to happen is each day the Void gets closer to all of us. We lost all last month to fight against it due to the Black Shuck's orders, and now we're left scrambling to make up that lost time. Isn't that a bit too convenient for those who would have us die against our will, to squander the little time we've left?

I can't shake the feeling there's something more that's happening than we're being told, and more we ought to be doing than simply preparing. The least we could do for now is try to figure out what that is. If you've no experience with self-defense, then I can help with that; and if you have that, or at least some experience in finding your way through the woods without getting lost and setting off warning signs wherever you walk, then I suppose I'm your lieutenant, if you wish to scout our borders.

Either way we know something is stirring, and we'd better be prepared for it.

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voice;

[survivra]

Momo... [ Oh boy. She doesn't remember the rest of his name and she'll probably ruin it if she tries, so she'll stick with calling him Momo. ] Are you traveling alone?

I don't know what a—whatever it is you said is, but I did say fox. I mean the Cult, not the animal. If you're new, you may not know them; but they're vicious, and they're powerful, and they know things about the shards in our chests that most of us may not know and you almost certainly don't know.

[ She's not trying to scare him, but... you know. Gotta be warned. ]

voice;

[accomplicedauthor]

[ Momo's really not so bad once you consider his other nicknames. At least she cares enough to remember that much. ]

A creature from my own world who would fit in well here. Shapeshifters and tricksters. I'm sorry; sometimes I get ahead of myself. None of the spirits here are familiar at all, and the chance I could be of some help...

Yet it seems I'm always the one being helped. These shards are still such a mystery. I was planning on traveling alone, but perhaps I should spend some more time in the library first... [ He trails off, not having a name to finish with. ] General? My lady?

voice;

[survivra]

Katsa.

[ she has titles, but she doesn't care enough to press them. ]

If you travel alone, be careful: Dorchadas' forests aren't friendly, and the Cult left fifteen bodies not far from Caer Scima. { she swallows. ] Take a knife, at least.

If you learn anything, tell me what you do? Be careful asking questions. [ she's heard she's not the most subtle at it. ] I ought to send you what I know about shards and the Cult—it'll be relevant to you, as a shardbearer.

voice; i'm so sorry, august was a heck of a month ><

[accomplicedauthor]

Miss Katsa. [ Yes, that's probably respectful enough. ]

I- I may refrain from scouting if it's that dangerous. So many bodies... These criminals must be very bold. [ He's seen some terrible things, but a massacre is a massacre, and a bold coward probably still sounds like a bold coward over magic-net. ] I would be grateful to receive any information you have.

voice; it's no worry!!

[survivra]

I'll send you what I know through the lockets. And if you find yourself in danger, tell me. I'll come or send someone to help you to be there in an instant.

Stay safe, writer.

[ and she clicks her locket shut. ]