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[ Caer Scima had not been a place Ariadne had wanted to return to after the previous month. But when searching for the feathers and feather thief pointed the trail in that direction, Ariadne had returned both her mare and her bandersnatch to her manor. Bentley the imp would look after them, and with the offerings (offerings, of all things) being left at the gate, she doubted finding others to employ would be as difficult as she'd feared. She uses her ability to move through shadows again for the first time, and combined with the fairy ring, she is soon back at Caer Scima.
For the best, she supposes; she has to pick up Ser Pounce-a-lot anyway.
As she opens the locket, Ariadne twirls a blue feather in her fingers; another one she'll have to give back to the imps, though she wonders if perhaps she ought to see if she can turn into something decent at tracking. Catching thieves is hardly her strong suit. ]
I have a confession to make, [ she starts, forcing herself to look at the locket. The twirling of the feather is a nervous gesture. ] Last month, some of you encountered a large shadow creature -- horned, with giant claws. Some of you were injured by it.
[ Some saw others killed by it. ]
The creature attacked the Station, Caer Scima, and Caer Glaem. It was at Caer Glaem that it was brought down and returned to its true state.
[ She takes a breath. ]
Me. And I'd like to apologize for what I did as the creature; I didn't have any control over it, any conscious thought at all.
[ She would not, at least, have attacked the Station or Caer Scima or her friends. Caer Glaem... well, she had been there before because she had been ordered to. ]
I have already been punished for it; I was in the dungeons of Caer Glaem, and I'm sure I'd still be there now if things were different. [ If Razul of the Larks had not been sent for her. ] I just thought that I should explain.
So. Now you know.
For the best, she supposes; she has to pick up Ser Pounce-a-lot anyway.
As she opens the locket, Ariadne twirls a blue feather in her fingers; another one she'll have to give back to the imps, though she wonders if perhaps she ought to see if she can turn into something decent at tracking. Catching thieves is hardly her strong suit. ]
I have a confession to make, [ she starts, forcing herself to look at the locket. The twirling of the feather is a nervous gesture. ] Last month, some of you encountered a large shadow creature -- horned, with giant claws. Some of you were injured by it.
[ Some saw others killed by it. ]
The creature attacked the Station, Caer Scima, and Caer Glaem. It was at Caer Glaem that it was brought down and returned to its true state.
[ She takes a breath. ]
Me. And I'd like to apologize for what I did as the creature; I didn't have any control over it, any conscious thought at all.
[ She would not, at least, have attacked the Station or Caer Scima or her friends. Caer Glaem... well, she had been there before because she had been ordered to. ]
I have already been punished for it; I was in the dungeons of Caer Glaem, and I'm sure I'd still be there now if things were different. [ If Razul of the Larks had not been sent for her. ] I just thought that I should explain.
So. Now you know.
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[She uncurls a bit, arms swinging at her sides again.]
So, shadow travel, huh. What's that feel like?
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Honestly? It's a little cold.
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Does it take time or is like, one minute you're somewhere, then you leap in a shadow and BAM, you're somewhere else?
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[Lumina clearly does not approve of this.]
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[She giggles.]
But I guess some of the views were nice.
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[ She's genuinely curious. Ariadne hasn't had as much time as she'd like to draw, but there are a few sketches of various Drabwurld locations in her sketchbook. ]
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I still haven't figured out where everything is called.
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[What? She's twelve. She doesn't do attention spans.]
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[She grins.]
That's amazing! I just have a crummy little room.
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Things are never calm.
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