2017-06-01: Shipping Out

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<Pose Tracker> Talise Gianfair has posed.

There's nowhere to really stay in Adlehyde right now that isn't wrecked or full of bad memories. Even most of the places people are congregating outside the city proper seem to be full of tired, depressed refugees. Talise set up a tent somewhere else, under a couple of big maple trees a little ways outside of town. She drove a big stake into the ground to tie off Dragon; the horse is currently dozing off in the shade, a bit restlessly.

So is Talise, for that matter. She's found a seat on a stump out front of the tent and has spent much of the past twenty minutes staring off towards the horizon, expressionless.

At least, until others registered with her as present. She gives herself a shake and breathes in, but when she looks back towards those with her, it's without the usual sense of energy that usually haunts her. Too much is dragging her down.

And someone is absent. She feels like it's her fault.

"I'm... glad we all made it," she says quietly as she reaches for a bottle of something. It is not liquor for once. It's water, and she takes a long swig of it, as if she could wash away the lingering feelings of guilt. 

<Pose Tracker> Lynnai Albrek has posed.

Lynnai has been a busy bee because, unlike most of this group, she has family here. Family with money, which she doesn't feel in the least guilty about trying to convince them to spend in a situation like this (and, to be fair, they haven't been shy about spending it). So she has things to do in the city, and it's the action that keeps her from feeling bogged down in the whole situation.

But now she's here. She came on foot, because she doesn't actually have a horse right now and it's not /that/ far from the city and, frankly, she could do with a relatively peaceful walk.

"Yes, well, it isn't that far," Lynnai points out. She has a flask of something too, but that proves to also be water when she splashes her face with it; not wanting to smell like a drunk means she probably wouldn't be doing that with booze. There is one thing she has not had the time or supplies to have, and that's a shower. 

<Pose Tracker> Ida Everstead-Rey has posed.

Eastbridge University's survey expedition is departing for Aquvy today. Ida mentioned in a Memory Cube message that she was heading up to Linga with them, and then to Hilton, Lacour's port. That's where they're shipping out--with Port Timney still having problems, it's the closest point of departure. They are heading back to Guild Galad. Ida has been incommunicando, though her acquaintances will undoubtedly know that she was shaken to her core by what happened.

She is not here right now. 

<Pose Tracker> Rosaline Calice has posed.

Rosaline has been finding ways to run herself ragged ever since the day of the battle. The days following it have been quieter by comparison, but still frantic in their own way. The nun spent most of her time helping with the Ethos' charity efforts, going on monster patrols when she was out of magic and healing when her clips ran empty. She's been staying at their refugee camp, which is far from the happiest place on Filgaia, but then little around Adlehyde is.

She has, however, taken two minutes to arrange a meeting with Talise 'and the others'. They had a long overdue talk to have, and with the city gone, her friends all going their separate ways was turning into a very real possibility. What was SHE even going to do?

It may be best not to think about it for now.

"So am I," she says from behind the two women. She didn't make a sound as she approached. Whether out of shyness or catness is unclear.

She looks like she hasn't slept in days, but she manages a smile at the sight of her friends. Then comes a bit of confusion. She knows Sephilia is sometimes with them, but doesn't know the younger girl very well. The other absence is more obvious.

"Are we waiting on Ida?" 

<Pose Tracker> Talise Gianfair has posed.

Talise doesn't have family here. Even Sephilia seems scarce, somehow.

"I mean made it through this whole business alive," she answers Lynnai with a shake of her head, her voice still subdued. "I didn't... think I was going to."

As Rosaline emerges so soundlessly, Talise sucks in a startled breath, but calms immediately as she realizes who it is - not /too/ great a surprise, since Rosaline was expected. She asked for the meeting, after all. It may speak to how divided Talise's attention is. "Ros'," she says with a blink, giving the catgirl nun a look over.

Talise looks like she's physically quite fine, though a close look reveals a new scar racing from beneath her collar, up the right side of her neck to end just below her ear. Siegfried's handiwork.

Rosaline brings up the fourth member of their little group. Biting her bottom lip, Talise looks off to one side.

"Ida's... Ida's probably not coming back," she says quietly, her tone tinged with a quiet sadness.

She looks back to Rosaline and offers a small smile, coloured with guilt. "You wanted to talk, though. What's up?" 

<Pose Tracker> Lynnai Albrek has posed.

"Well, you did," Lynnai says, before looking over at - oh. Rosaline. Lynnai is glad she made it through all right, too; she gets a slight smile but little else. It doesn't really touch her eyes; Lynnai hasn't been smiling a whole lot this week.

As for Lynnai, she also looks fine. Possibly more fine than Talise is. /She/ didn't fight a Quarter Knight.

"Her university crew is returning to Guild Galad, and I can't blame them," Lynnai explains to Rosaline. "If nothing else they can bring a warning, but I would get away as quickly as possible if I lived elsewhere, too. I haven't heard from her in a few days." Lynnai frowns, because she'd hoped to speak to Ida again. Still, if that doesn't happen... "She is alive, though; that I do know."

Lynnai didn't know Rosaline called the meeting, actually. That gets her to look at her in a new, thoughtful way. 

<Pose Tracker> Rosaline Calice has posed.

The sight of Talise's scar is upsetting to Rosaline. She wishes she could do something about it, but it's too late now. She's not-- Well, she /is/ a miracle worker, but still a fairly low-level one.

"Oh," she says, the simple sound conveying sadness in itself. Did something happen? It would be impolite to ask out loud, she feels. But then Lynnai clarifies. "Oh!" The nun's eyes light up. Still not excellent news, but...

She nods. "I just... wanted to know about the Old Moo-- about Lunar, about Althena and everything." She finds herself a stump of her own to sit down on, in something approaching fetal position. "And what you're doing together, too. You can ask me anything about myself too, if you want. We've been travelling together a lot lately, and so I thought it would be good to know one another better."

She goes quiet, looking into the distance. Is there even still a 'we'? "That was... probably not the best way to put it," she admits, mumbling. 

<Pose Tracker> Talise Gianfair has posed.

Talise definitely did fight a Quarter Knight. But that's not all of it. She's been withdrawn and subdued ever since she came back to her tent with Dragon. Even the horse seemed like he'd seen better days.

"I can't blame them either," she says, shaking her head and scuffing a boot in the turf. "If I were a Filgaian I'd want to get as far away from here as I can and hope the Metal Demons don't follow me. Ida's got no reason to stay and every reason to go somewhere safer than around here. But she lived. At least that happened."

As the cat-eared trainee priestess asks her questions, Talise looks up towards the sky, off towards the distant silhouette of the Moon, visible faintly in the daytime sky. Then she looks back down to Rosaline with a little sigh, though there's a faint smile tugging at her lips.

"It's alright," she says quietly. "It's been... nice to have you along."

Clearing her throat, she explains, "Lunar's... a lot greener than Filgaia. There's more forests and grass, and farms. More water. Less desert. Whatever is killing this world, it hasn't touched Lunar." 

<Pose Tracker> Lynnai Albrek has posed.

Well, wouldn't you go? Lynnai won't, but this is her home, despite everything; the only place she's closer to is Marze, where she went to school. She says nothing about that, and lets Talise speak about Lunar. But then there's a question that she /can/ answer.

"Desertification," Lynnai chimes in.

She explains, "It's a process in which the soil erodes because there's nothing - or at least less - growing on it, which means of course there's less for anything else to grow in the next season, and so it continues. It's a natural process, once it starts... but it's said to have started around the Day of Collapse, when the Diabolos was destroyed."

Lynnai knows she's the historian here, and Talise will want the story: "Diabolos was a Gear whose pilot declared war on the world. He was defeated by a single person, alone, but his Gear was so steeped in... some people say it was a hate for life, but nobody knows for certain. Perhaps it's whatever poisoned his mind to make him declare war like that. Either ways, its fragments fell, and where they fell was the start of the deserts in Ignas."

"You apparently had no Day of Collapse," Lynnai says, "so I wouldn't expect the same effects there." 

<Pose Tracker> Rosaline Calice has posed.

Rosaline sets her hands on her cheeks. "Aw, thank you." Her ears twitch slightly.

She listens to the description of Lunar. "And yet it's so desolate, as far as we can tell... I can't even imagine." She looks down. "I mean, I literally can't. I lived in the desert my whole life. It wasn't quite the Badlands, but Adlehyde looked like a paradise by comparison. And now..."

This sounds like another great moment to trail off and let somebody else do the speaking. Lynnai speaks of desertification, and the Day of Collapse. She offers the historical perspective, but is leaving out what Rosaline considers important details.

"The Diabolos and the one who fought it were agents of Valmar and Granas, respectively. The Collapse was divine punishment for mankind's hubris, for its use of machinery and dark powers to wage war on itself. Granas teaches us that, in atonement, we must reach out and extend a charitable hand to one another..."

"It's the only way we can heal," she says, looking out at the scars of battle visible ahead of them. She then looks back to the two women. This might cast Rosaline's calling of the meeting in a new light. 

<Pose Tracker> Talise Gianfair has posed.

"Oh, is that what it's called? I figured it was magic," Talise admits, before quieting and listening to Lynnai explain the mechanics behind the transformation of Filgaia's greenery into deserts. Her lips come together, an obscure sadness flickering behind her eyes.

"Diabolos," she murmurs, lowering her eyes towards the ground. "To scar a world so completely...."

She listens with a tilt of her head to one side, nodding along with Rosaline's words as the woman fills in the story. "I'd wondered what Valmar was. An evil one, then...." The talk of divine punishment leaves her frowning slightly - that's a hard concept to reconcile with Althenian theology, which dwells more on love.

She looks up to the moon again, gesturing to it. "I don't know why Lunar looks grey and dead from here. But the story goes that, thousands of years ago, Lunar people came from the Blue Star. There was a disaster here that cracked the foundation of the world itself. Our goddess, Althena, lived here on the Blue Star - on Filgaia. She took her people and left for Lunar. There, she turned the world into a paradise, and then set up a great Barrier to keep the evils of the Blue Star from following."

She moues her lips before admitting, "We all believe the Blue Star is a lifeless world." 

<Pose Tracker> Lynnai Albrek has posed.

"Yes," Lynnai agrees with Rosaline. "I actually follow Granas..." She glances aside at Rosaline.

"I don't know if I believe in divine punishment, though. But I /do/ believe that there are evil people who will do evil things and turn to easy power to do it, and they must be stopped. I do believe that people might not be so desperate if lent a hand... able to reject that power." Lynnai is slightly uncomfortable arguing religion with an Actual Priestess, so she leaves it at that.

Lynnai rests her hands on her knee, having found a stump to sit on of her own. "Well, damaged Filgaia might be, but I wouldn't call it lifeless, and it's not like we only just got here since you left." Probably. "Before humans, anyway, there were the Elw, but I don't know whether either Elw or humans came from - it never struck me as a question that could be answered, so I don't try to answer it."

She looks up, as if she could see Lunar from here. "But we think each other's worlds are dead and silent. I wonder what to think about that." 

<Pose Tracker> Rosaline Calice has posed.

"Evil incarnate, you might even say," Rosaline adds. "Granas banished him, but the strain of battle also forced him to withdraw from the world." Lynnai adding that she follows Granas gets another, exhausted smile out of the nun.

"I think we use different words to speak of the same things, anyway," she says, joining her hands. She doesn't want to argue either, less out of a lack of conviction, and more because of her current mental state, and a general dislike for confrontation besides. "The difference is, where some see coincidence, I see divine intent."

She ponders a bit. "We don't have much in the way of records of before the Metal Demon wars, but we do know past eras had no shortage of horrors to escape from. Althena might be a powerful Guardian, who transported her followers to the Old Moon."

She speaks conversationally, in her usual soft voice, not seeming aware that she might be saying something controversial. There's just no question in her mind that Althena, whoever she is, is subordinate to the One True God.

Lynnai brings up something interesting. She looks up, finding the Old Moon's faint daytime outline. "I suppose they didn't want us trying to reach for one another," she says, tentatively. "Maybe... Maybe we were never meant to meet one another." She sounds wary, mildly horrorstruck at the thought that a secret divine precept might have been violated. 

<Pose Tracker> Talise Gianfair has posed.

"There are always bad people in the world," Talise says, voice quiet as she pushes a hand through her short brown hair. "Althena used to empower Dragonmasters to protect us... a thousand years ago, she stopped. That's why it was so shocking when she came back and started talking about punishing us by taking away our music."

A quiet frown flickers across her face. "I don't know anything about the Elw... I think that's a Filgaia thing."

Lifting her eyes to Rosaline, she smiles, though her expression is still muted and reserved compared to the usual fire in her attitude. Things still weigh on her. "Our records go back further, though mostly in the form of old stories... there are stories I know that're about people from four thousand years ago. Like Dragonmaster Louie."

Reaching for her water bottle, she takes a long drink from it, then sets it down as she gives Rosaline a pensive look. Figuring the woman's just set in her faith, she doesn't challenge the opinion.

"Well. We did meet one another. Lynnai's fault. She found me at the bottom of an old cave." 

<Pose Tracker> Lynnai Albrek has posed.

It is Lynnai's experience that an awful lot of things can be explained by coincidence even if you don't want them to. She keeps that to herself.

"The Elw were another race," Lynnai says instead. "They're gone now. They were ... close to the Guardians. Some of their ruins are still existent, and are very interesting, but I think that's besides the point for the moment; perhaps they didn't come with you, if your story is correct, and stayed here to ... fix whatever disaster there was. They might have had the ability. They were very skilled."

Lynnai already made the suggestion about the Guardians. She got slapped down pretty hard then. She's not going to do it again. "And you can blame my mentor for /that/." Lynnai doesn't quite smile. "She was exploring it. So I would believe she's on Lunar now, and Talise is here, but we don't know how to send anyone back... and in any case, Talise isn't the only one here anymore."

Lynnai is going to stick with that belief. It's better than the alternate 

<Pose Tracker> Rosaline Calice has posed.

Rosaline listens when Talise speaks of the Dragonmasters, and simply nods along when Lynnai speaks of the Elw. Church doctrine simply doesn't have that much to say about them.

"I'd love to hear it sometime," she tells Talise. "I haven't had much time for stories since..." She looks away. "Since I had to leave home."

"Oh! I see... I'll pray for her safety, then." She nods. "Well, personally speaking I'm glad we've met, at least," she adds, blushing slightly.

There's an obvious question begging to be asked, however: "Are you trying to get back home?" 

<Pose Tracker> Talise Gianfair has posed.

"Well. We might even know them by another name and we'd just have no way to know for sure," Talise muses, scratching at her cheek. "But nobody on Lunar even knows who the Guardians are. We don't have Shamans in any way, or Baskars who worship Guardians at all."

Folding her hands around her water, Talise turns in her seat to better face her two friends. The look she gives Rosaline is one of quiet sympathy. "I'll have to tell you some of the good ones... I haven't had much of a mood for singing or storytelling lately," she admits. "But I will, I promise."

At the question, she bites down to her bottom lip, then nods, once. "Yes. Sephilia and I both are. But... I want to do something right here on Filgaia, while I'm here. I have friends here now, and the world feels like it needs help." Quieting, she lowers her head.

"I just wish I knew where to begin." 

<Pose Tracker> Lynnai Albrek has posed.

Lynnai Albrek knows of the Elw from their ruins and what they were said to have done. Which is a lot. She has an account of an Elw temple that took someone to the Sea of Stars... but it's third-hand, so she can't prove it, and she has some doubts about the details. Still, the things that /are/ proven about them are impressive enough.

"She's probably fine," Lynnai says, with a slight smile. "She is my mentor, as I said. She knows more about travelling in strange places than anyone else I know. But I'd like to be able to talk to her again."

She reaches for her own flask, takes another drink - and offers it to Rosaline, who doesn't have one. It is just water, so she can offer it to a priestess if she wants to. "I don't either," she admits. "I don't know enough about the Metal Demons. Perhaps - Talise, do you remember the trail of the old mural we were following? Maybe, if we can get through the roadblocks, we should investigate the village." 

<Pose Tracker> Ida Everstead-Rey has posed.

Hooves clop down the road some distance away. People have been coming and going on this road all day, so what's one more traveller? This one is a smallish woman in s wide-brimmed felt hat and trail poncho, both of which look suspiciously new. Her horse is a gray mare that might look... vaguely familiar? Hard to tell at this distance. As Lynnai talks about the ruin, the traveler guides her horse off the road, dismounts, and leads her mount towards the camp. The hat shields her face as she approaches. A messenger?

"I do hope you'll forgive me for my tardiness," says Ida, as she pushes her hat up with her thumb. Her face bears its usual polite, dignified smile, but her eyes are tearing up.

Elsewhere, a steamship chugs onwards, to Guild Galad.

"I couldn't leave without saying goodbye to my colleagues." Ida pauses a beat. "Am I interrupting...?" 

<Pose Tracker> Rosaline Calice has posed.

"Thank you," Rosaline tells Talise. "I won't force you if you don't feel up to it, but I'll remember that promise."

"You've already done a lot for our world," she says, her eyes widening in surprise. "You helped rescue a king, and you made this city's darkest day a little bit brighter, just to name a few."

She hesitates a bit, sniffing the flask just as a matter of principle, but accepts it. She only takes a sip, though, no more than she feels she needs, before handing it back. "I wonder," she says, when Lynnai speaks of a village, but says no more.

A person approaches. Rosaline falls silent, watching their approach. Her ears perk up, just a moment before the reveal. Feline senses are cheating.

"Ida! Praise be!" she lets out, using up a large portion of her exclamation mark allocation for the week all at once. She gets up from her stump, her ears and tail raised, something approaching genuine excitement on her face. 

<Pose Tracker> Talise Gianfair has posed.

"Yeah, I remember the old mural. I didn't think we'd be able to follow that up because of the war," Talise recollects, scratching at her cheek. "Maybe we can do that if things change. Or if the roadblocks are passable. Which... I don't see why they wouldn't be."

The thoughts come with a bit more life to her tone. Her eyes are a shade brighter as she looks between Rosaline and Lynnai, nodding slowly and thoughtfully. "We might learn something," she says - and then the sound of hooves reaches her ears. Blinking, she looks up, craning her neck and squinting down the road. "Now who could that be," she murmurs as she begins to rise halfway out of her seat.

A woman in a hat jumps down - Talise can tell it's a woman, at least. She steps forward.

Ida Everstead-Rey pushes back her hat.

"Nah," she says with a tilt of her head. "Nah, you're just fine."

Then she breaks into a big laugh, jogs forward a few steps, and practically snatches Ida up into a huge hug. With her physical strength, she literally picks Ida up off the ground in the process. Her eyes shine with absolute relief. 

<Pose Tracker> Lynnai Albrek has posed.

"It might be hard right now, since I imagine everything is going to be reinforced after the attack," Lynnai says, thoughtfully, "but I wouldn't be surprised if traffic improved after that. When the Metal Demons are here, stopping Filgaians seems kind of counterproductive..."

Then again, Lynnai doesn't know anything about modern military tactics. She'll have to think about that. Lost in thought, it takes her a moment longer to notice the messenger (?), though she does. She's about to say something, but that's before Ida pushes up her hat.

Lynnai is not usually prone to exuberant displays of emotion, but that gets one; she's still the most restrained of the group but that's not saying a lot. "Ida!" She rises, dusting her hands off as she does. "I had - I expected you to go back to Guild Galad, after everything. It is a surprise to see you here!" 

<Pose Tracker> Ida Everstead-Rey has posed.

Ida is still very prim and proper. That sort of thing doesn't wear off easily.

That said, she still breaks out in smiles, hugs Talise tight, and even allows her to twirl her. Once both feet are back on the ground, she looks to her teammates, blushing a little. "I'm sorry," she says, "to leave you like that. Honestly, I wasn't sure I could bear saying goodbye, if it came to that. But I decided--I can't leave. Not while there's still so much at stake."

"I couldn't help but overhear, too--the mural? I may have another lead, provided the Tournament of Arms is proceeding as planned." 

<Pose Tracker> Rosaline Calice has posed.

There are hugs, or at least one big hug to make up for three relatively subdued women, all things considered.

"Thank you," Rosaline tells Ida, managing a full smile. "It's good to see you again." Four people together seems like an auspicious number, somehow.

"I had an idea regarding the roadblocks, actually," she says, tentatively, turning to face the rest of the group again. "I actually got past them when I came here-- Maybe I was just lucky, but the ones I ran into had no problem with Ethos members on charitable missions. If... if I told them you were with me... I can't promise anything, but..."

Then, back to Ida: "But what was your idea?" 

<Pose Tracker> Talise Gianfair has posed.

Talise /is/ prone to exuberant displays of emotion and Ida just received one such display.

And she does indeed twirl Ida, leaving the naturalist's legs trailing behind her for a couple of rotations before she sets the woman down. She steps back, a big grin drawn ear to ear. "You worried me! I'm just glad you came back. I thought--" She trails off and bites down to her bottom lip, but it doesn't need to be said. (I thought you were going to leave us.)

Clearing her throat, she rubs at one eye with a bare hand, her smile growing a little crooked. With a breath she brings her emotions back in check, though her eyes remain bright. "Yeah, the mural... what were you thinkin' of, Ida?" 

<Pose Tracker> Lynnai Albrek has posed.

In most large groups, there's one person who's less visibly emotional even if she feels it strongly. It doesn't bother Lynnai to be that person, since it's not like she's /un/emotional; she's just restrained.

Right now, she's smiling for real, for the first time in a few days. "Lacour's tournament of arms? I honestly don't know," Lynnai admits. "I would expect them to put it off but I don't know if they will. They're Adlehyde's allies, after all - they delayed in the first place because of the Ancient Culture Exhibition. They might postpone it, to send people; they might not, to try to keep their people happy."

"Please, what is your idea?" She looks to Rosaline. "I don't ... mind that, but it's dishonest, and we might run into problems if someone thinks to - oh, if someone thinks Talise is an Ethos. She can't recite the Holy Writ, after all, and I wouldn't expect her to be able to." 

<Pose Tracker> Ida Everstead-Rey has posed.

"I'd rather not risk it," Ida says. She does nod to Rosaline, though--she appreciates it, really. "I think I have a lead on the name. The fragment, rather. A contact of Claude's thinks it might be associated with a particular hero of the War. Claude told me he was challenged by a martial artist who claimed descent from this hero's styles."

Ida pauses. "Standard proceedure in the martial community, I believe? That was generally something that didn't happen in the tier I'm from, duels aside. I told him to tell me if he runs into him again, and I'm going to keep a lookout as well." 

<Pose Tracker> Talise Gianfair has posed.

Talise hasn't smiled in awhile either. That's unusual. She's usually the happy, emotive one - well, other than Sephilia, in any case. But there hasn't been much to smile about lately.

Until now, at least.

Planting one hand at her hip, she moves to stand to Ida's right, nodding along as Ida explains her ideas - and the lead she's got. Her eyebrows come up slightly. "Oh yeah? That's kind of interesting. I don't know much about martial arts stuff but hey, it's a lead."

Her smile is much easier now, with a spark of her usual energy beginning to burn its way back into her expression. "Either way, sounds like something to follow up on. And hey - if we can get out there, we definitely should follow it up. I want to know more too. Maybe learning about the Blue Star will help me understand Lunar better." 

<Pose Tracker> Rosaline Calice has posed.

Lynnai has some understandable issues with Rosaline's idea, and Ida would rather not risk it. The nun's ears droop in response to the criticisms. "O-Oh, you're right. I hadn't thought of that. I just thought I should mention it." She trails off. Ida's idea is probably better anyway.

She listens, though she's not sure what Ida is referring to there. "That sounds like an idea," she says, supportively.

Then, a moment later, very quietly, "What fragment are we talking about, here...?" 

<Pose Tracker> Talise Gianfair has posed.

Talise hasn't smiled in awhile either. That's unusual. She's usually the happy, emotive one - well, other than Sephilia, in any case. But there hasn't been much to smile about lately.

Until now, at least.

Planting one hand at her hip, she moves to stand to Ida's right, nodding along as Ida explains her ideas - and the lead she's got. Her eyebrows come up slightly. "Oh yeah? That's kind of interesting. I don't know much about martial arts stuff but hey, it's a lead."

Her smile is much easier now, with a spark of her usual energy beginning to burn its way back into her expression. "Either way, sounds like something to follow up on. And hey - if we can get out there, we definitely should follow it up. I want to know more too. Maybe learning about the Blue Star will help me understand Lunar better."

Rosaline gets a quiet smile from her. "The three of us went exploring a cave awhile back... we found a fragment of an old Metal Demon War-era mural with some names on it." 

<Pose Tracker> Lynnai Albrek has posed.

Lynnai doesn't know much about martial arts. She took... a few, but she wasn't exactly a pro and preferred to focus in other things. Has /anyone/ here seen her do anything to defend herself that wasn't Symbology?

That's a trick question because the answer is no.

"Interesting," she says, instead. "That might be a lead, or at least something worth following up on its own. Whether or not it actually leads us to the past is uncertain, but it wouldn't hurt to at least try to meet the person. Maybe we can get a clue even if it doesn't give us an entire solution..." Mostly it's good to see everyone interested it in it again.

Sorry, Rosaline. She's thinking, which makes her less likely to make with the explanations for a moment. She does think to add, "Ah, yes. I have sketches, I will show you - I don't have them with me, but ask me while we're travelling and I will show you everything."

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