Voice; Unseelie locked

[needmetoo]

[Xion's voice is very quiet and hesitant, often starting and stopping as if figuring out how to best choose her words. The voice of someone who's still trying to stay as small and unnoticeable as possible, but has something she needs to ask.]

Back home, I used to be able to make my weapon disappear, and call it back when I needed it. Here... I can't. I've tried. I've still got it, but... I can't keep carrying it around, can I?

I've seen... other people have things to carry their weapons. Is there any way to... to get or make one, for mine?

[She makes a small noise, almost like she wants to say something else, but then cuts herself - and the message - off.]

eleventh bull ( video )

[pontificus]

( Seelie )

[It is too soon that she stands in this place once again with her locket pointing at her. It is clear she is emotional, her state of dress frenzied. Lucrezia has been crying, that is for sure, but she wears a sterner look now.]

It is with a heavy heart that I announce the death of Governor Fortuna of Treun. [It has long been unsafe here, but with such a bold move again, she shakes her head.]

First his dear sisters, and now he seems to follow them. I have little details myself, but whoever has done this-- [Her jaw tightens, flexes for a moment.] I would reward anyone handsomely for anything they could tell me.

[But she is not just a grieving family member. She is a diplomat. So Lucrezia takes another deep breath.]

Regardless of who the city may elect, I will still honor all trade and all alliances that have been thusly made.

[She rubs at her nose, her hand shaking uncontrollably. There is a lightheadedness that threatens her, and she knows she must lie down.]