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[Vanessa's face appears. It is clear from any that are familiar with her from times before, that she looks slightly older, a bit more tense. The careful mask is in place as usual, of course, but is pinched in certain places, cracked a bit. She's been through a great deal at home, before arriving back here.

But she is stronger for it. That is all that matters.

She will never be cowed by anyone ever again.

Still, she smiles softly looking all affable. It does't reach her eyes completely. Just along the edge of the picture, Neith can be seen, her large spider. Oh yes...her spiders are still here.]

Well well. Seems the more things change, they stay the same. We go back in time, and yet there is still the hart hunt. Constants, variables. Different facets of the same things. Truly, I suppose we can't be surprised, given the outcome of it all now, can we?

But if any of you were wondering, Arachne's Eye is still here. I'm not far from the La Llorona Ring, a day's ride or so. The town and the trade is still available, so if you are looking for a place to reside, we would be more than welcome to have you. My guards and soldiers came with me, so I can offer you safety, as well. For as usual, we have no idea what might happen.

While this is the past...the future is still unwritten. We have all the chance to shape it, now, do we not?

And those new of you to the Drabworld, that I have not yet spoken with, I am Vanessa Ives.

As someone who has been here a long time, a bit of advice: heed what you say on these devices. You may trust your fellow shardbearers, but allegiance does not always go both ways. And that goes in all things.

[A beat, then, she tilts her head, and a brighter smile hits her lips.]

On another note, Balem is no longer here. So it seems I am now a widow. A terrible shame, but, well.

We suffer on as we must.

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[Chloe looks a bit amused.]

You must be devastated at the loss of your husband. However will you go on without a man to lean upon.

[Waver's been trying to reassemble the past history since he arrived in the Drabwurld, nineteen year old and only hearing stories about his much older self. The mention of devices being monitored has his attention, but the best way to phrase it is a bit beyond him at the moment.]

How much damage have these devices caused in the past?

I guess a black widow suits you better than a scorpion.

[That's horrible Dante.]

[What to say to that. The world has changed and hasn't; they have changed and are the same.

But perhaps some air has been cleared between them. Perhaps there was a chance to walk forward after all of this.]

It'll be a terrible shame to see you locked in black parramatta for the next couple years. You wear colour so well.

[Also, crape is a bitch. At least whenever Dorian was made to go into mourning, he just ended up stuck in black suits. So nice they aren't in Victorian England anymore.]

Have shardbearers been known to betray each other?

[ pausing, but wanting to be polite: ]

My condolences for your husband.

A shame. You have my condolences, Baroness. And what of your late husband's bees?

[ Aw, it's a shame that her husband isn't around anymore; but she doesn't look too broken up about it, so it's a good thing, yeah? Johnny brightens when he sees her, grinning. ]

My lady. [ He remembers the manners she's taught him. Nothing like a babe who's good at whipping him into shape, yeah? ] Well, you're a sight for sore eyes.

[ Okay, so mostly into shape. He just can't help flirting with beautiful women. It's a thing. ] I'm definitely hoping you're not doing much of the suffering, yeah?

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