[IC/OOC] Fade Rift Inbox & Contact

[faithlikeaseed]

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gift + sending crystal message

[foxsays]

[After the-- well after, when she's not as drunk as she might want to be because she isn't a teenager and she certainly isn't a fool, Araceli has rifled through her desk to find something there wasn't time to give before.

Hands sliding along and there might be a note but for Myrobalan's blindness, and she might deliver it in person until she considers the state of herself, the state of everything.

Instead, little thing that it is, it slips neatly beneath the door, and on goes the sending crystal.]

Mage Shivana? I wished to say thank you, and to give you something to show that-- I thought, well, hoped, the pattern is raised enough to pick out? I don't stitch much myself but I know the feel of embroidery and patterning beneath my own hand and people talk fondly of what you're fond of. I thought often of our what we spoke of when I was in Skyhold. It...it helped. None of it was easy but-- but I know. And I know there is someone else I might trust, and I hope that you might be able to trust me.

[Less sure of the last, after how the Circle part of the announcement was worded, how she'd waded in and she sounds more tired than she has in a long time.]

[faithlikeaseed]

[It's good luck people have slipped things under his door often enough he's thought to train the Comtesse to collect them for a treat later--rather than try her teeth on them for immediate dissatisfaction. So when he takes up the sending crystal at its soft chime and hears her voice--hears her saying she'd left him something--he knows immediately where to search for it.

A fragment of honeycomb with culled drone brood makes a fair trade for her latest acquisition; she settles into to pull larvae from their cells as Myr runs careful fingers over the embroidery and listens to Araceli's message. The feel of wings and a hive in their midst brings a smile to his face, even as something about her tone, about the words tempers it to something sadder.]

It's quite clear to the hand, Serah Bonaventura--thank you; it's a lovely thoughtful gift. And I'm--glad, that what we'd spoken of was a help; I can't imagine... [A mage's status as something less than in the south was well-established, a background noise constant as breathing that he nevertheless refused. But to be there as one's personhood was debated, defined, negotiated--] --how hard it must have been.

Thank you, again--for all you've accomplished. [A faint smile colors his tone:] You're one of the first I've talked to about all of that; it's not something the Chantry'd be glad to hear, especially not out of a mage.

[foxsays]

[Living with Lux who began his training with Araceli upon being delivered into her palms (close your eyes, Araceli my girl, I've a surprise for you, her father had said with a twinkle in his eye, hat at a rakish angle, moustache curled just so) has given Araceli the idea that most creatures will retrieve. Because Lux does. Picks up things that aren't his, raised to the thief life as his young lady was, inducted, trained, scurrying alongside as capable lookout and spotter and crier.

A nug and Lux is-- well she hasn't tried wrangling such a meeting, he's never really met enough land animals early enough in life to do more than prod them. Now crabs? Crabs are his fencing partners. And seabirds not frightened by cocky foxes come strolling by them.]

Much of the negotiations were unpleasant, I'm sure you can imagine that all of us had very separate opinions on things, or why we held them. Things come up that-- that you don't ever imagine will be dredged out of the depths. [That she had to think of the Venatori again wasn't something she'd entertained, it's not something she speaks of lightly; the body heals but somewhere you lock all the horrible things in the box, and put the box under the floorboards, and lock the door to the room. Even if she threw that key away she could still get in. Open the box. Sift through it. Maybe someone will tell her why people do that same as prodding a bruise to check that yes, it still hurts.]

There's a lot of good I think that the Chantry could do, and I do admire that it has lasted as long as it has lasted. I come from somewhere else, or the person the spirits brought to being does, and it isn't my place to howl down that faith but still to say when a thing isn't right. When it has hurt. And I think that it's the same as many old things. It grows content. Holds its head up and doesn't look down. Says many things to justify itself louder than the people who might need it. And-- and this is from home, but the sea moves through my people, it guides us to where we're to go, to the people we have to meet, so it brought me here. To all of you. I am glad it meant that we met, that we could trust one another with these things.