2018-01-07: What We Sow

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<Pose Tracker> Riesenlied has posed.

In the aftermath of the battle at Wehaca Village, the Ebony Wings have been quite busy -- distributing aid and supplies to the villagers as they figure out what's safe to return to and what will need to be zoned out as a hazard area. But in the midst of this, their leader was caught in the Solar Storm's blast and has not regained consciousness...

Noeline is busy and in charge of the whole operation -- which leaves a peculiar dog-shaped Hyadean (as she insists she is -- /dog-shaped/! Not dog!) to tend to her 'daughter' at the CaraKin, where there are the most medical supplies...

... and Riesenlied stirs quietly as she flutters her eyelashes, seeing the first rays of the sunlight filter through one of the guest rooms of the CaraKin.

<Pose Tracker> Ethius Hesiod has posed.

Ethius doesn't stick around for the aftermath of the battle at Wehaca Village to assist in assessing damages or administering aid, but he has a reason for that. The wound inflicted by the rusted blade is deeper than first appears. By the time he's back on the CaraKin, he's avoiding passing out from blood loss from sheer grit.

He's not wearing anything around his upper torso, as is a necessity to get that wound treated and bandaged up. (Yet he's wrapping himself in a blanket, so no incidental passers-by that might come on board the CaraKin for medical care can get much of a look at what's underneath.)

He's sitting in the next room over. He blankly stares at nothing in particular. He hasn't said anything to anyone. Some of the resulting damage around is by his hand, in what seemed a single-minded fervor to completely obliterate the cursed skeletal swordsman whom lethargically fought against well over a dozen capable Drifters.

People are hurt. He came close to destroying the statue. A portion of the land where the battle took place is scarred by the heat, ensuring it is no longer useful for agriculture for some time. One of the victims of his seeming indiscretion is fighting their own battle to keep together after all that.

He says nothing. He has not even taken the time to go sit by her side and watch over her. After all, that much happening to her /is/ his fault.

<Pose Tracker> Jacqueline Barber has posed.

In a kind world, Jacqueline would have been able to immediately get some much needed rest after the events at Wehaca Village.

This was not a kind world.

She did not believe it to be cruel and stupid, as Ida believed, but Jacqueline knew there were still refugees who needed treatment. Some she could provide, and some she couldn't, but she did what she could all the same. It was only after someone urged her to take a break, lest she become another number that needed treatment that she returned to the Carakin, though of course she wasn't about to go to sleep just yet.

She's in the guest room where Riesenlied is resting, sitting off to the side. Unfortunately, she knows very little about what was currently ailing Riesenlied. She could only leave it in Cetiri's capable hands(paws?), and be there in case she needed help with anything...

...But at the moment, Jacqueline is kind of starting to nod off, exhausted from the long ordeal this week has become. She still looks like kind of a mess, but with the Malevolence-tinged liquid purged from her she looks better than she did before, at least.

In front of her, Riesenlied begins to stir. Jacqueline sits up.

"Good morning." She says, offering a soft but tired smile.

<Pose Tracker> Catenna has posed.

Catenna spent the night curled up in someone's room. Your imagination can decide if it was hers or Cyre's.

You can tell she's been awake for awhile because there are nice smells wafting from the kitchen.

"Good morning," she says quietly as she raps on the door and looks through the crack between the frame and the latch. Through that narrow opening, one can see she's holding a broad ceramic plate. It's stacked with what looks like biscuits of some kind, with a few cups of tea perched on it. The tea is, curiously enough, a shade of mild pink, with a few bits of little seasonings floating on the surface of the liquid - shavings of nuts and the like.

"I have sheer chai, if you would like it," she says quietly.

<Pose Tracker> Kourin has posed.

Riesenlied isn't the only one with a dog-shaped guardian watching over her recovery after the battle. Spirit has refused to leave Kourin's side, though he's at least recognized her friends in the CaraKin and allowed them to move her to a safer and more comfortable place for her recovery. Kourin herself has been drifting in and out of consciousness, almost feverish from the injury that felled her. Fortunately, the worst seems to have passed.

<Pose Tracker> Riesenlied has posed.

Cetiri has been keeping an eye on Ethius -- though it's kind of hard to tell her expression given that she's, you know, dog-shaped. But perhaps the electronic light blinkers that pass for her eyes being red might pass for suspicion, but she leaves the comments to herself given that he, too, has to convalesce.

"You are in the Caravan Kinship," Cetiri explains, because she knows Riese will be disoriented. "Noeline and I thought you would have the best chance of recovery here, rather than with the Dragons."

Riesenlied places a hand to her chest where she feels that stab wound still ache at her... but-- it was more than that. "Good morning, Jay, mother..." she shivers just for a moment, as she looks towards Catenna as she enters with tea and biscuits.

"Catenna... wait--" she cups her mouth, horns rising in alarm. "What of the village?! What happened? I was not-- I passed out?"

<Pose Tracker> Jacqueline Barber has posed.

Those nice smells are partially responsible for keeping Jacqueline awake. She's glad for them, really. Jacqueline stands up from her seat, moving over to the door to let Catenna into the room. As she passes by, however, she glances in Kourin's direction.

She was worried about her. When she fell, Jacqueline couldn't help but be worried. She knew Kourin was tough. She knew she wasn't the type to give up so easily. But she couldn't help but worry...

But of course, even though /she/ was worrying...

"You did, but...don't worry." Jacqueline says, glancing back toward Riesenlied. "Everything's been taken care of."

She leaves it to Catenna to do the in-depth explanations, if she chooses to do so. She felt she deserved that option. With the door opened for Catenna, Jacqueline returns to her seat.

She would have to ask Cetiri later exactly what happened to Riesenlied, but now wasn't the time for that...

<Pose Tracker> Catenna has posed.

Riesenlied's alarm is met with a quiet calm from Catenna; she bows her head shallowly and bumps the door with her hip to ease it open the rest of the way. "The village is safe, Riesenlied," she assures as she pulls a chair up, setting the tray of food down on the end table. "We were able to defeat the creature before the Statue was destroyed, and we have sealed it."

Her eyes dip to the tea as she picks up a cup. Those who know her can see the small signs of exhaustion in her face, the fact that she moves a bit more slowly than normal, the subtle lines under her eyes.

Catenna offers a teacup to Riese, then the others, with simple calm. "Leon seems to have vanished... but Wehaca is safe now. The Malevolence has been cleansed. And... it would seem that it will be possible for myself and Princess Cecilia to cleanse such places, to an extent, should this occur again."

<Pose Tracker> Kourin has posed.

A quiet voice sounds from Kourin's direction. "That tea...smells...good..."

It seems that Kourin is awake.

"I...would sit up but I am...not sure if it is safe for me to move...I am...glad that we...appear to have survived. And...been victorious."

<Pose Tracker> Ethius Hesiod has posed.

Over in the next room, Ethius brings a hand up to his forehead as voices - familiar ones - discuss the aftermath.

He brings one hand against a wall for support, straining himself to stand up and move. Where to? Is he going to go speak to them? Maybe check on Kourin, who fell in battle? Usually, the strange man checks on her well-being above and beyond almost anyone else's...

He simply finds some other corner of his current room, regardless of whether there is a comfortable /thing/ to be sit on, to sit down instead. For the moment, he picks the floor of the most distant corner from where he was moments prior for... some reason, slipping to a seated position with a quiet grunting noise.

<Pose Tracker> Riesenlied has posed.

Riesenlied looks just a bit disappointed that she failed at a critical juncture... but it's with a deep look of relief as she places her hands to her chest, with a wince. "... thank goodness." She accepts the cup of tea and sips it gently, with a tender little smile as she says, "You can cleanse... the Malevolence? That is amazing... may I ask-- what you've discovered to figure the means of such a way?"

Cetiri flicks her tail gently and remarks, "It would be quite useful in the battle against such an entity. Of our kin, only Riesenlied and Noeline have been able to even sense it."

Riesenlied looks gently towards Kourin, cupping her mouth for a moment to shy her voice down just a little for her sake. "... I regret not being able to get there sooner, but I'm glad we were able to protect the villagers."

<Pose Tracker> Jacqueline Barber has posed.

Jacqueline stands up quickly from her seat when she hears Kourin awaken. She accepts her tea from Catenna with a thankful nod before moving over to her friend's side.

"Kourin, are you alright? How are you feeling?" She asked, before glancing over toward the others.

"Yes, I was surprised...I didn't think it was possible, but..." She says, with a nod toward Catenna. "It's amazing. I'm so proud of you both."

Cetiri makes a comment, and Jacqueline looks toward her.

"Is that so...? I didn't realize that. It is an awful thing, so in a way that might be for the best, but even if you don't sense it, it can still be a threat..." She considers.

<Pose Tracker> Catenna has posed.

"There are ways that a shaman or a priest of the Guardians can invoke their power," Catenna explains quietly. "The princess figured out the exact motions... but I started to realize it was possible when Leon was able to become lucid despite the Malevolence saturating him. It was his spirit that awoke within it. But... all things have a spirit. Filgaia itself has one."

She bows her head. "The spell seems to call upon the spirit that sustains the world... the spirit whose blood pumps through the ley lines."

Picking up a biscuit - and they turn out to be crisp on the outside, soft in the middle, seasoned with a touch of saffron, cardamom and pistachios, and served with a bit of apricot jam for dipping - Catenna clears her throat and glances at Cetiri. "Mmn. I do not know if it is quite as useful as what the one named Sorey can do... that is, I do not think I could cleanse Malevolence from a person who had any ability to resist me. That makes it hard."

Her lips come gently together. "...And I am not sure it can be done without the ability to use Medium arcana," she admits. "Calling forth a Material power is simple... most of us can beseech the Guardians. But I do not think many of us can use complex arcana."

<Pose Tracker> Noeline has posed.

There's a noise from the main corridor of the Carakin, and a certain pink blob can be faintly heard blurting something about how 'Miss Riese is up, but you prob'ly shouldn't crowd her - um, besides, you kinda look dead on your feet too--' before Noeline is at the door, heaving out a breath. The glint of worry and fear in her eyes is easy to miss, even if you know what you're looking for, because immediately she's masked it with a sigh. "Honestly... you do leave me with far too much to do, sometimes."

Shalune was right; she really doesn't look much better, a lot of her exposed skin looking almost like it's sunburnt - but by the power of the Hades Guardian, rather than the sun. An array of odd milky white lines and splotches along her arms and one cheek might be confusing at first, before it becomes obvious they're what pass for bruises and cuts when you're a Hyadean who doesn't have red blood. Her hair is down, she looks pretty rumpled - she's a long way from composed and normal. But she is at least still standing.

"... that marks something of a departure for the Guardians," she notes as she sits down next to Riese. "Or, at least, a certain shift in priorities. Several months ago they barely even seemed to care about it - now, we've heard of them purifying someone, and perhaps the land as well. ... well, I can only hope that's one good thing to come of all of this. I suppose even Guardians will sit up and take notice if you try to tear apart one of their Statues," she grumbles, her hand going to Riesenlied's hair.

She takes a quick mental stock of the room, glancing amongst everyone there as she performs a headcount, then lets out another breath. "... well... I'm glad to see everyone seems more or less alright. Once again, that particular argument is rebuffed," she sniffs haughtily, a gesture only slightly marred by the way she's visibly leaning back towards her blonde partner to fish for affection. "The villagers are cautious, of course, but the purification seems to be going well enough to let them return."

<Pose Tracker> Kourin has posed.

Kourin manages a weak smile. "I'm...alive. And exhausted. But...alive. Do you know what was the strangest thing? It...it only hurt for a moment. I suppose after that the shock set in."

She pauses.

"It hurts now, though. I can only imagine how bad the pain would be had you all not been able to take care of me..." She closes her eyes. "Thank you," she whispers.

"It is good to hear that the land at least can be purified."

<Pose Tracker> Riesenlied has posed.

"'Arcana'... I see..." Riesenlied murmurs very quietly, placing a hand to her chest. "When I was facing the villagers that had turned into Hellions, I could only delay them for a few precious moments... I have no connection to the Guardians, and in turn, no ability to truly turn the situation."

She doesn't really lament that for long, though. Purification or not, it's the prevention of the loss of life that's truly important to her, and that's what the Wings achieved yesterday. And...

Well, it would be very Riesenlied to keep trying something that is explicitly said to be impossible, wouldn't it? That's how they got here in the first place, after all.

But Noeline's appearance does start her up as she gasps, "I--I am sorry..." as she starts to dote over her wounds in a way that seems familiar. She beckons for her to sit down and lean against her as she starts to clean the quicksilver from her skin.

Cetiri does look towards Jacqueline to comment, "It makes us blind, but it makes us able to operate where others may not be able to. We just need eyes on the ground."

<Pose Tracker> Ethius Hesiod has posed.

Ethius sits in the corner of his little side room all to himself. Guardians willing - anyone willing - he might stay there for his own sake. He might be the very last person a number of people want to see in the wake of heartfelt miracles and fire-forged-- no, storm-forged redemption.

He does not. He hears Noeline's arrival and voice. He struggles to stand again. Hand against the wall, another to his side. He slips down to a kneel. That causes noise.

He stares blearily at the way back out into the main corridor, and forces himself up again. The fatigue of muscles and drowsiness of mind be damned. Whatever spurs him to move again must be urgent, indeed.

He attempts to open the door quietly. He forgets that this is the side room with the squeaky hinge that, in times past, he liked having there so that he knew when certain people staying there entered or exited the room.

Now that has turned against him, and he has been announced and reintroduced to the rest by this very same door. He casts those that might have him in line of sight that same look he would give them in less trying circumstances.

He says nothing.

<Pose Tracker> Jacqueline Barber has posed.

"I have some medicine here, if you need it. It might be able to deal with the pain..." Jacqueline murmurs, hurrying over to one of the shelves on the side of the room. As she looks back through the bottles, she takes a moment to look back toward Catenna.

"I see..." Jacqueline murmurs. The Leylines, was it...?

"I can...use my Medium to sense disturbances and irregularities underground, and occasionally I receive warnings when those irregularities occur in a way that might harm me, but I think any more than that would be beyond me. I don't think it's something I would be able to do..." She considers.

It is around this time that someone else enters the room. Jacqueline's attention turns toward Noeline and she offers her a nod of greeting and a concerned look...

"Are you alright?" She asks, noting her condition with some worry. "...But, yes...when we spoke with Madam Anje, she said the Guardians hadn't taken much notice of it...it is good, that that might be changing..."

She selects certain bottles and removes them from the shelf.

"Hm...well, you have plenty of friends now, who can see it. If you need eyes, all's you have to do is ask..." She offers. It is around this time that she hears the familiar sound of that squeaky hinge.

No matter how much they tried to fix it, it always seemed to come unfixed... It comes suddenly this time, and she very nearly drops one of her bottles as she turns toward the source.

"Ah, Ethius! How are you feeling?" Jacqueline greets...accidentally ruining any chance he might've had of getting out of this situation unnnoticed.

<Pose Tracker> Catenna has posed.

"The Guardians do not think in the same way humans do," Catenna says placidly as she offers Noeline a cup of the pink tea. It has a subtle saltiness to it and has been delicately flavoured with shavings of almonds and dates. "Their understanding of things is old... but I think they are beginning to grasp the seriousness of what Malevolence is. It is, perhaps, a foreign threat to them... not being of Filgaia, it may be that they did not immediately see it as something existentially dangerous to Filgaia, until the Trial Knight so deeply tainted the earth itself."

Catenna pauses to nibble on her biscuit. Her eyes lower to her lap, then climb to Riesenlied again. "But you did a valuable thing nevertheless," she assures, voice low and gentle. "We all have different skills, Riesenlied... the Guardians understand that."

The priestess folds her hands, nodding quietly back to Jay. "You are probably right.

"There are Mediums, and there are Mediums... you know how to call upon a Guardian to manifest, but it takes time to learn how to channel the Guardian's pwoer through yourself"

<Pose Tracker> Kourin has posed.

Kourin sighs. "Though I carry a Medium of Celesdue I have yet to learn to call upon the Guardian," she says. "I cannot help but feel somewhat inadequate to the tasks we have been set...though," she adds wryly, wincing and sucking in a breath before continuing, "no doubt much of that is due to my current state." She sighs. "I should have asked for tutelage in the ways of the Guardians, I suppose."

<Pose Tracker> Noeline has posed.

Noeline absolutely leans into Riesenlied, even though she hisses softly under her breath at the touch of the cloth against her wounds. At least most of them appear to be closed over, healing at a remarkable speed as her metal demon physiology puts its ability to self-repair to work. "... really... you worried me terribly at the end there," she grumbles, and looks towards Cetiri to grumble: "Perhaps we should just find her some armor for once? Maybe an actual sheath, rather than her own chest?"

Her gaze flicks towards Ethius as he enters, but she doesn't make much of a greeting beyond a slight nod of her head. Perhaps it's a courtesy of sorts - certainly, she feels too worn out to try her usual teasing, content to just let it be. Whatever else the man has done, Noeline has a hard time believing the mass short-out of technology in the radius of Ethius' spell was strictly purposeful.

"I would not say I am well, but we survive nonetheless," she instead confirms to Jacqueline, with a rather fanged smile. "As much as others might try to prevent that. Honestly, I feel as if the Trial Knight simply Trials as a matter of course. I would almost wonder if there's anything more to the figure. A driving force like that doesn't leave a lot of room for anything else, in my experience."

She accepts the cup, and glances towards Kourin at the same time as she huffs out a breath. "Personally, I am inclined to believe the Guardians couldn't even see the stuff, before now. Too blind, without their Mediums out in the world. At least, that would be my take on the matter. --you know, we got upgraded to 'creature' by Equites the other day?" she natters almost pleasantly.

<Pose Tracker> Riesenlied has posed.

There's a humbled look from Riesenlied, as she tucks her head against Noeline's. She does hear the squeak, but doesn't lift her head until the time Jacqueline greets Ethius-- and her heart pounds for a moment for a reason she doesn't know. A light anxiety that kind of palpitates as the sensation of-- briefly ceasing to exist kind of... washes over her.

She takes another sip of her cup. "Channeling the Guardian's power through oneself... does that not more-- describe how you utilise Duras Drum's medium, Noeline? You have had practice with it for far longer..." She bobs her head one way. "Though it does harm you as well, I cannot help but notice."

She does nod towards Catenna to say, "... I came there to rescue the villagers from any immediate harm, and I do not have regrets to what we accomplished... it just--" She glances to Noeline as she comments. "... yes, to hear Equites say that is... something, at the very least. It is a long journey."

Cetiri huffs as she remarks to Noeline, "I have offered to condense the blade as a physical object away from her, but that carries... its own share of unwelcome risks." And leaves it at that, as Riesenlied clutches at her Tear.

<Pose Tracker> Ethius Hesiod has posed.

Ethius' gaze lingers on the lot of them there. He dosn't respond so much to Jacqueline's greeting. Noeline's nod is met with that stare. He makes no motion to interrupt Catenna any more than the noise of his appearance already has - or reach out to say anything to Kourin in reassurance as she feels the limitations of her understanding of the Guardians.

Other than for his head to tilt imperceptibly downward for a moment.

No apologies to Riesenlied, no so much even thinking to ask Cetiri the dog... like individual as to how she is holding up.

Like the phantom he often is, he moves to disengage himself as he drags his hand up against the wall of the central hallway for support. He probably shouldn't be walking. He seems very determined to do so. The same kind of determination Noeline saw when she struck him with a solid blow of her sword back in Adlehyde.

He makes a move back towards what his conventional, actual quarters are. Circumstance saw him having to get treated in one of the guest rooms instead. Circumstance demands - in his view - that he risk what he does by being a terrible medical patient again.

<Pose Tracker> Jacqueline Barber has posed.

Jacqueline nods toward Catenna. Yes, that's what she thought...if she wanted to achieve that kind of ability, she would need a lot more training. Catenna had trained her whole life to channel the Guardian's power after all, while Jacqueline had received her Medium mere months ago. Perhaps someday...but not soon.

She does offer a smile toward Kourin, and though she doesn't say anything, she does glance back toward Catenna. She doesn't think she needs to say anything here, herself.

"I see...well, if you need anything, let me know." Jacqueline says with a nod toward Noeline. She also raises a possibility that Jacqueline hadn't considered before...perhaps taking hold of these Mediums is what helped them. It was refreshing, in a way, to know that even the Guardians could grow...

Jacqueline looks somewhat uneasy as Cetiri mentions condensing Riesenlied's blade. She remembers all too well the conversation with Odjn, and fidgets slightly...but doesn't say anything. They could worry about that later.

...And there Ethius goes. Jacqueline can't help but sigh and shake her head as she walks over to Kourin, setting the potion bottles down next to her.

"I don't know what keeps him going..." She murmurs. ...The same could be asked of her, though.

<Pose Tracker> Catenna has posed.

"Unlike the purported powers of the god of the Ethos," Catenna says with a glance back at Noeline, "the Guardians do not claim to be omnipresent and omnipotent. They also do not claim to be perfect or incapable of error. If that were so, they would have no need to ask us for help."

Her eyes lower to her teacup as Riese and Noeline discuss Equites and his terminology for the pair of them; she sighs softly, shaking her head. "Please do not ask me to make excuses for the Guardians' prejudices," she murmurs, her tone profoundly awkward.

Looking to Kourin, Catenna bows her head ever so slightly. This conversation, at least, is safer territory. "I can show you how. To call them is no challenge, once you know how... they have consented to hear your call."

She watches with a small frown as Ethius saunters away.

"Odd one, that man," she murmurs.

<Pose Tracker> Kourin has posed.

Kourin smiles and shakes her head. "I...I believe we have enough among our number who can call the Guardians. Better I focus on my swordsmanship and Althena's Blessing to act as a guardian for you." She winces again. "Such as I can be."

<Pose Tracker> Noeline has posed.

Noeline just looks rather wry as she grins at Riesenlied, and her partner's comment that accessing the Guardian's power still affects her. "... I'm not quite there yet, I suppose. Even if I've had this Medium in me for some time, being used to its presence is a very different thing to actually channeling the Guardian's power. ... still. Perhaps, in time, we might learn to get along a little better."

She's content to leave it at that, it seems, letting out a quiet sigh as she simply nestles into Riesenlied. Her eyes flick up slightly - did she notice Riesenlied's catch of breath at Ethius' presence? - but the odd man simply disengages, and Noeline snorts quietly to herself and at Jacqueline's comment both. "Does /he/?" she wonders after a moment, with a very fanged sort of grin. "Still, I can make a couple of educated guesses, given his behaviour and demeanour. But somehow that's just not as fun as watching it all play out."

Okay, perhaps she has /some/ energy to tease left in her - and she levels an amused grin towards Catenna. "On the contrary, I'm pleased. At this point, we've gone well past 'impossible' and out the other side, at least as far as Hyadean and Guardian relationships are concerned. I wonder where we'll go next?"

<Pose Tracker> Riesenlied has posed.

Riesenlied nods towards the assembled companions... well, minus Ethius, who shambles out in a fashion that makes her feel like she's the elephant in the room. "... the Colony," she answers firmly, looking towards the rest of the Caravan Kinship.

"Before long... and before any more misconceptions form... I wish to touch base with the Baskar Colony. To have a head-to-head talk with the Elder there, of our intentions, our desires, and what we choose to do. I wish to continue on this pilgrimage of sorts... of communicating with the Guardians... highly unorthodox as it may be."

Cetiri snorts again, perhaps with a measure of disapproval... but it isn't due to the idea. "You wouldn't be you without that stubbornness. I suppose the only thing I can do is to try to devise ways to sustain you, lest you fall apart completely."

<Pose Tracker> Ethius Hesiod has posed.

What does keep this man going? When wading knee deep in Malevolence, in its aftermath, he should be seeking the warmth and comfort of those he would call friends. That he should call friends, but the cultural - nay, intellectual! - standards implies. In a sense, he seems even more on edge.

He makes it to the particular space with the things he calls his own. It's... an interesting collection. Useless baubles and other random junk he assigns a strange amount of importance to. The coffee cup swiped from Old Petra is probably the least oddball thing here.

He limps over to the pile. A piece of paper nearly slides out-- no, he doesn't let it out yet. He needs something else. Something. Anything. Something to convincingly engage his thoughts - not that his own thoughts need convincing.

...Hm. That aged, but well-preserved faded teal tome from the Ruins of Memory some time back. He remembers insisting to Avril that they take some of these back with them as valuable research material. In reality, its contents are...

...perfect.

He swipes the tome. The large piece of paper - some kind of map? - is folded quickly to be stuck inside of its pages. This will do.

Just as suddenly (as suddenly as anyone lacking much strength to walk quickly) as he enters that space assigned to him does he leave it, closing the door behind him. One arm presses against a wall as a guide to walk back. He does not join in any of the conversations that surround matters of their newfound means in which to keep Malevolence in check, or what have you, as he returns to the guest dwelling he originated from. Why wouldn't he stay within the usual sleeping quarters he has?

Why does this man even do anything? Those questions are often met with maddingly inconsistent answers.

Setting himself down on that bed as his legs give out, he grunts as he comes down upon his left side too fast for the comfort of the inflicted wound. He opens the book. He occupies his thoughts with the passages of the book within. An introduction about a young woman, widowed by the invasion of an unknowable enemy whose bodies gleam like that of tempered steel, jumping back and forth in tandem with other thoughts he holds to himself.

Other thoughts he can't let slip until he has the all clear to commit them to written word.

<Pose Tracker> Jacqueline Barber has posed.

"I hope so." Jacqueline agrees with a nod toward Noeline. She wanted to believe there was a way they could all live here on this planet together...

Noeline makes...a very apt comment, and Jacqueline can't help but chuckle.

"I don't know, honestly. He seems like it, but...one can never quite be sure." She replies, then glances toward Riesenlied.

"I'm sure we could help you with that. We could be...mediators, so to speak." She offers. It might be difficult for the Elder to accept them on their word alone, after all...

<Pose Tracker> Catenna has posed.

With a blink, Catenna nods to Noeline and just takes it for what it is. "...Then I am glad you have made some progress with them. I think they can be persuaded... with time. Riesenlied and yourself have certainly shown us that Hyadeans were not what many in Filgaia thought they were."

For some reason she's thinking of Zed.

"I would be glad to help you with your visit to the Elder, yes. It is... a good step, for you."

<Pose Tracker> Riesenlied has posed.

Riesenlied isn't even doing anything maliciously, just holding ambiently onto the Tear with a fondness... and yet, in that lull, she suddenly squeaks aloud in surprise as she picks up an errant thought--

"I--I--oh my!" her horns flail up and down a little. The Tear fades away.

Has Ethius just discovered a very powerful way to ward Riesenlied off off his mind?!

<Pose Tracker> Noeline has posed.

Noeline offers Cetiri a long-suffering sort of look, her shoulders slumping theatrically as she rests back against Riesenlied. "Haah... no rest for the wicked, I suppose, nor anyone else?" she notes wryly, but lets the comment go as she closes her eyes.

--and opens one of them again, as Catenna speaks. A brief vision of Alhazred's scalpel will follow her for a while, and she grunts softly in disapproval. "... do bear in mind that many are still exactly as you think they are," she warns, but without much fervour behind it, content to leave it at that.

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