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[ The woman that stares into the locket has dark eyes, wide and sure as she gazes deep into the feed, leaning forward to press almost too close before she speaks. It's almost too obvious how new this to her, and her discomfort with such a public broadcast is just as obvious - but needs must, as some say. Her voice is low and a little hoarse, head tilted as she begins with a soft prayer to Death and the Lord, a calling card to introduce both herself and what she intends to speak about. ]

Those that do not fear Death nor it's course; heed me. I come before you to offer myself tutor, a gift, to give my talents to you so that you might survive in this world, with ages past now a beacon to light the way to the future that once was. Those that seek to learn the gifts of blood magic, of poison and potion, of ritual, speak to me now and we shall bargain.

[ There's a pause, then, silence, before she bows her head. ]

I would learn magics of Far Worlds, their strengths, their powers. If you have that to offer, let it be said. I will give what I might in return.

[ Because fair trade has always been far too important to her, even now in the middle of a world she had only known through history books. ]

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... Lean back a bit. Relax.

[It's a deep voice, undoubtedly familiar, but the smile does not typically accompany the face of the man speaking with it.]

I am glad you are here and you are well. You have a child waiting on you, I believe. If you wish to learn healing magecraft that will bring you back even from the brink of ruin, I am willing to teach it.

[ She does as he says, leaning back, forcing herself to calm. Her head tilts, and then she speaks. ]

I did not know if she had travelled with you, Kirei Kotomine.

[ But, ah... ]

I know some healing, but more would be welcome.

[Closing his eyes, Kirei talks with relaxed authority.]

All of Pol's children have traveled with the orphanage, thankfully. It was not me but some blessing of the Gem. [And, while they're on the topic of the Sacred Gem—] This healing magic virtually returned me to life, as I struggled to reach the Heart. I think you would find it quite valuable.

Then I shall come and visit upon all of those chosen by the God, and offer my prayer to him and his Church. It shall be upon the journey to find my Lord; I shall stop with gifts and tokens for all those that visit this place.

[ She tilts her head, curious, wondering, for a moment, before - ]

Then I shall learn. Do you wish for more education in response?

I do not know if Pol himself is present in this world, but I would doubt that our prayers and service go unheard. You mean to seek out the Black Shuck, my lady?

[As for the magic bartering:]

To the contrary, I believe I must still owe you repayment. You do not need to offer me more.

He will be here; if not how you know Him then as another, before he took upon what he became. The world does not choose those that would not last as long as it itself would. It is the same for my Lord and Heart - he shall be here, and I shall find him.

[ No matter what it takes, come death or torture. Neither would bother her. ]

Then it shall be so. I would be glad to learn from you.

[Hmm. An interesting theory. He wonders if it means the same for the Avatars—say, the Avatar of the Void, for one. Perhaps the Void itself, because the Void is a God.]

Of course the Black Shuck rules in the Drabwurld. There is death, so there must continue to be him. —The Void is Death, too.

The Shuck is Death and Life both, in a way different from his brother the Hart. They are both magnificent, powerful, great...

[ She shakes her head, eyes closing for a moment. ]

He will continue, as he always has.

[ Those that do not fear Death. If she herself is not Death, Lauralae had at least seemed like it that night in La Llorona. Dany is still wary, but not for the blood Lauralae shed; she has never shied away from blood shed for her sake, or for the sake of her people. No, she is wary of the magic she saw that night.

But it is the same magic that may hold the key to helping her dragons, and so she is asking in spite of her misgivings. In spite of all that blood magic has taken from her. ]

I have need of information, Lauralae. [ Her tone is confident, her face carefully calm, but her belly is full of beating wings. Drogon senses the unease, and where his head perches on the rock where Dany has joined him, two burning eyes open almost lazily, red and terrible embers in a vast horned shadow. ] Will you speak to me of blood magic?

Lady. [ Lauralae's voice comes as a soft thing, a bow of her heart all the respect she offers Dany for now. The title of my lady is reserved for others and she does not think that the one before her, Mother of Dragons she may be, has earned such a thing yet. Perhaps time will change that, but for now she allows herself the simplest of offerings.

She tilts her head as the woman speaks, however, wondering for a moment before she makes herself more at ease, adjusting the compass in her hand so the camera is not too close to her face, so that she can watch Dany and her reactions properly. ]

I would give it, as I had before. [ She sees the eyes and feels no fear; only excitement, something that bubbles under her skin. ] What would you know, Mother?

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