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    Wolfbane

    Why change the past when you can own this day?
    "Holy pl*pse! Strong stuff, innit?" She turned to the sound of a cough to look at the person from which it came as she herself had drink of hers. Raven hair up in a bun as if to contain the tar from spilling all over her porcelain skin. The woman's garb looked Orleslian in nature, but also Tevinter. Kenzi knows Orlesian threads when she sees them. Comes with being a nobles daughter. Now Tevinter threads had a very dark, but elegant way about them whereas Orlesians liked more vibrant colors and attire.

    Did this person even want to talk? She supposes not, but there's no harm in it. The worst thing they can do is not answer and just drink in silence. Silence was not a bad thing, this is what she believes. Kenzi also wants t know who is here for the march. Better to know the person guarding your back. Not to mention she wanted to at least speak to another surfacer while down there.

    She had decided after her chat or drink in silence she'll hit the bed, or stone; Andraste's ass she hopes it's a bed. Or at least hay with animal hide over it. The march will start tomorrow; A march against the darkspawn. As if she didn't see enough during her childhood. Hell, she fought a more than a few when she was a paid bow. But now it seemed dire, almost scarier. Maybe it was because they were the people to stop it, the toll masters. They are the gatekeepers of the dead river. The gatekeeper was in many religions. He was tasked to do he death tolls and to allow or turn back people he deemed worthy or unworthy. Now, that was her. Not an easy thought. With that, she took a longer drink.
     
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    smilecat

    Active Member
    Selana's sleeping form began twitch and whimper. Slowly the twitching and whimpering grew in intensity until it was full on thrashing and sobbing.

    ...

    Selana was in her bedroom back at the Circle, in her bed. The only difference to the room was a single missing brick in the wall. Outside of that brick window was...darkness. She tried to lift herself up. As she did ropes shot out of the floor around her bed and tied her down. She struggled to free herself but the ropes were too strong. The ropes itched and pressed into her skin. They also made it hard to breath.

    Out of the space of the missing brick black water came rushing in. She struggled more and began to call out. The water flowed in at amazing speeds. The water covered every bit of floor and rose to at least an inch. Selana was losing strength quickly. She desperately tried to use some kind of magic. It didn't work. Why didn't it work? Why did her magic fail her when she needed it most? Why?

    There was no hope. No hope.

    She thrashed as hard as she could. She sobbed and screamed for help. None came. The water rose faster. She tried to think of a solution. She looked wildly in all directions. The water touched her skin and burning pain coursed through her body.

    The water rose quickly over head and encased her entire body. Pain screamed in every muscle. She thrashed. She cried. She couldn't breath. She couldn't breath.

    ...

    Selana, still asleep began to scream. Loudly. Loud enough that the entire tavern would've been able to hear.

    She continued to scream. She continued to thrash. And she continued to sleep.
     

    Simus

    An Excellent Site Member
    Peter was awoken by the first of Alice's sobs but did not move to comfort her. He wanted to give Selana the opportunity to do so herself. Peter knew the mechanics of love and comfort and was experienced in doing things in the proper order to seem convincing and sincere but he could no longer feel empathy or love. His charges deserved someone who could give them the real thing. He also understood that many people found crying cathartic, especially teenage girls. He preferred to let Alice have this moment because he felt she needed it. If it escalated to the point where she could be in danger then he would intervene.

    Then Selana started whimpering and sobbing as well. Peter found this unusual as he expected her to comfort Alice. Given her history of mental trauma however she could be having her own nightmare or bad flashback. Peter became alert, getting out of bed and heading toward his door. He was dressed in a long grey dressing gown. He was ready to intervene if necessary. It turns out it was as soon after Selana started screaming, loudly enough for at least the next room over to hear. Possibly more, as it had gotten very late and the bar downstairs had quieted down significantly.

    Peter practically ripped his door open and burst into the girls' room. Selana had kicked her covers off and was writhing around on her bed. Her shrieks were earsplitting and Alice had curled up into a ball on her own bed and hidden under her covers, becoming a quivering, sobbing lump. If Peter could be overcome with pity for Alice he would have. Her own history of mental trauma was just as bad as Selana's and had spent most of her life comatose in bed while locked in a cold dark cell. She was constantly surrounded by crying, screaming or raging patients who were all quite mad. Peter had volunteered to take care of Alice many times but there was little he could do for her. There was little anyone could do for her during that time other than make her comfortable. The poor thing was caught in a flashback of that time, triggered by Selana's screaming. But Peter still had to help Selana first, then both of them could bring Alice back.

    Peter got over the writing Selana and grabbed her shoulders firmly but gently. He kept his arms relaxed to let her move a little and reduce her feeling of being trapped while using his leverage to make sure she didn't hurt herself.

    "Selana!" Peter said loudly, trying to get through to her. "Selana! Wake up Selana! You're having a nightmare! Listen to my voice! Listen to my voice and come towards it! Come to me Selana! Come to me!"

    Alice continued to hide under her covers and sob, lost to her own despair.
     

    smilecat

    Active Member
    Selana was awoken from her nightmare by Peter. She realized it was all a dream. Just a dream. She had felt so helpless...So alone.

    She stared into Peter's eyes sadly. She felt none of her normal disdain towards the Tranquil.

    At that moment she felt so weak, like her limbs were weighing her down. Her hands began to shake uncontrollably and she began to cry. She hugged her legs to her chest. She didn't know what she wanted but she wanted it badly.

    "Why are you here Peter? Why don't you just stay in your room and ignore me? After all you can't care what happens to me."
     

    Sickle

    The Lucid Dream
    "Holy pl*pse! Strong stuff, innit?"

    Ravenna swallowed what was in her goblet and shook her head quickly, the warm burn remained for quite some time. She noticed the voice and looked up, a girl around Ravenna's age with short blonde hair. She reminded Ravenna of a Ferelden, usability over taste.

    "I'm surprised Dwarves could get their hands on this style of liquor, come."

    Ungolia Black was an old Tevinter liquor that went back to the time of the Imperium. It was said to have been drank by magisters before they walked into the Golden City. Ravenna snatched another goblet and poured out some in anticipation for the Ferelden.
     

    Wolfbane

    Why change the past when you can own this day?
    "I'm surprised they can get their hands on anything. Mind if I try my hand?" The Orlesian poured some in a goblet for Kenzi to see how she would fair. Kenzi has had her fair share of drinks, maybe too many, but nonetheless she knew her way around a hard drink.The goblet was slid towards her causing the liquid to slightly splash like a small amber colored ocean.

    "Cheers," she causally grabbed the goblet, raised it then took a swig and swallowed before shaking her head and smiling. It tasted as if someone put cinnamon into Mage fire. Definitely something she hasn't tried before. Looks like she wasn't there alone, and she was grateful for that, at least. Before she could thank and introduce herself, a shriek rung out from the tavern, prompting her to get out of her seat and look at her new companion, "Looks like it wasn't strong enough. Suppose we should go up and check, yeah? Wanna join?" Kenzi knew how to speak like a noble; she doesn't want it to be known so why not sound like a Ferelden commoner? She pulled out a subtle dagger while waiting for the raven haired girl to reply.
     
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    Simus

    An Excellent Site Member
    Peter was relieved to see that Selana had woken up but was concerned at how stressed and upset she was. Whatever she had dreamed was nothing less than traumatic. Her attitude was not one of defiance as was usual but of hopelessness. She questioned why she was here at all and said he couldn't care about here. Traditionally speaking she was right. Peter could feel no more love for Selana than Alice's stuffed rabbit, which she probably had in a death grip under her covers. He wanted to though. He wished he could feel like a father to these girls, to really love them and care for them instead of just take care of them without feeling. These were the moments where Peter wanted to feel again.

    Nevertheless, Peter kept these thoughts to himself. It was his duty to take care of Alice and Selana and to keep them safe and comfortable. Peter would not fail in this. He laid down on Selana's bed next to her balled up form and put his arms around her, holding her close. Despite his cold and blank personality his body was quite warm.

    "Shhhhhh..." Peter soothed. "Shhhhh...all is well Selana." He said as softly as he could, his voice still monotone but in this case coming across as soothing, almost hypnotic. "All is well. Everything will be all right. You had a nightmare. You are terrified and you were shrieking. But now you are awake, in our room at Tapsters in Orzimmar. I am right here with you and Alice is in her bed next to you. You are safe Selana. Nothing will harm you while I am here."

    She calmed down some and looked over at Peter.

    "Very good. You are with us again. That is a good thing Selana. You are doing very well." He stroked her hair as gently as he could. "Please listen to what I am to say because I mean it with complete sincerity. Even though I cannot feel love for you or Alice I would prefer to. I would prefer to smile and chuckle when you become moody. To be angry when you disobey me. To feel pity and love at a moment like this. I am, and always will be, interested in everything you do Selana. Even though I cannot feel for you, I wish to. And for that I am sorry."
     

    smilecat

    Active Member
    When Peter had finished his speech she glanced up at the ceiling. She opened her mouth to ask to be taken outside, but before any words came out she remembered that she was underground. Going "outside" wouldn't accomplish anything. She yearned to see the sky. She didn't know why she wanted to but she did.

    Perhaps if she was thinking clearly she would've at least tried to convince Peter to bring her out the doors of Orzzimar to the surface. But in her current mindset she didn't think of that. She just felt crushing hopelessness. The same kind she had in her dream. She began to sob again.

    It hadn't been the hopelessness that made her dream so terrifying to her. It was how alone she had felt. She would have gladly accepted Templars jeering at her from the other side of the door or something. At least that way someone would have noticed her plight.

    Selana was afraid of being alone. Not in the same way some people did. She had met people who couldn't handle being without someone, anyone, near them at all times. No, she could handle that. She just needed to be noticed. To know somebody cared, for better or worst. That's what had made her dream so terrifying.
     
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    Sickle

    The Lucid Dream
    "I'm surprised they can get their hands on anything. Mind if I try my hand?"

    Ravenna was half gone into the liquor when the cry echoed through the tavern. She quickly grabbed the bottle and poured a large amount of it into the goblet. Downing it in one glup, she shook off the strong burn. She stood up and grabbed an elegant blade that was hidden under the table.

    "If we are going anywhere, let's at least go prepared."

    Her orlesian accent stood out stronger as she unsheathed the silver colored blade. Ravenna silently tiptoed towards the door where the scream came from. Using the blade to push open the door and stare in, Ravenna pulled her face back with a look of question.

    "I can say with confidence, that it wasn't what I originally thought."
     

    smilecat

    Active Member
    "I can say with confidence, that it wasn't what I originally thought." Said a woman's voice with a thick orlesian accent.

    The voice came from the other side of the door that was now opened a crack. Their was someone on the other side but Selana couldn't get a clear view through the mostly closed door.

    Selana quickly calmed down as her mood went from sobbing hysteria to curiosity. She spoke before peter had a chance to himself.

    "Uhh...come in please. I'd like to be able to see your face at least."


    A tiny bit of happiness sparked inside her. Even if she no one noticed her in her dreams that wasn't the case in real life. She stared head on at the door, her eyes filled with a mix of curiosity quiet joy. But before the woman could come in peter spoke.

    "While your concern is appreciated, it is best if you leave. It is late and we are in no state to be entertaining guests."

    Selana wondered how a guy with no emotions could say something like that. Of course he didn't appreciate it. It wasn't possible for him to appreciate anything. His words snapped her back into her normal mindset. She turned away from the door, the mystery woman now completely forgotten, and glared hatefully at Peter.
     

    Blitzz

    A Friendly Brit
    "And here's to another successful voyage into the Deep Roads! May the Paragons bless us with the Stone's embrace." The legionnaires were huddled around a table in the corner of the inn, seven of them in total. Gendrick was at the head of the table, with three of his men on either side. The table was laden with empty plates, barely any scraps of food remaining, and more than two dozen empty ale flagons. From the volume at the table, it was clear that they had all had a little too much to drink. Gendrick was in a merry mood, jesting and singing with his brothers in arms. The inn was buzzing; all of the rooms were booked out and every table was overcrowded with surfacers. The stench was nigh on unbearable.

    "It wont take us long to drive them back. Not with this flesh wall for them to grind against. How many did you say, Gendrick? 10,000?"

    "Aye, lads, 10,000 I heard, but it wouldn't surprise me if they end up leaving. The Deep Roads are no place for the soft folk."

    "So do we actually have a plan for tomorrow?"

    "Naturally. We're heading straight towards the trenches to begin with, we're meant to travel around and begin capturing some of the lesser Thaigs deeper within the roads. We should be regrouping with Bolgar's company around day four, and then we can begin to plan a more organised push into the trenches. But I doubt that's how it will go down. No doubt the King has a different plan, and so will each of the surfacers we're put with."

    "Well, enjoy the company of Tapster's tonight friends, for it may be our last." They raised their mugs and slapped them together, sending ale scattering over the short wooden table. They laughed and then all drank, emptying their flagons, before a chilling scream erupted from upstairs. They looked nervously to each other, and eventually all eyes settled on Gendrick.

    "What?"

    "You're the authority figure here, brother, this one's all yours." Reluctantly he stood, grabbing his axe and attaching it to his belt.

    "Fine, since none of you spineless bastards seem to have the balls, I'll go and check. Probably just a wench enjoying herself a little too much." He stood and began to walk, awkwardly and as if he would fall at any moment, towards the stairs. The climb was hard on his ale-ridden legs, and he had to stop to steady himself multiple times. Eventually, however, he reached the top of the stairs and a little way along the corridor saw a pair outside a partially open door, with another voice and soft sobbing resounding from inside. Bloody surfacers, they're at it already. He stumbled over squeezed between the two people, leaning on the doorway. "Is-" he paused to stifle an ale-fueled belch, and almost knocked himself over as he did. "You must pardon my state, normally I'm not conscious by now. Is everything alright up here?"
     

    Skyrimosity

    Well-Known Member
    Arthur reached Tapsters after a relatively short walk. After his last few days of travel, and his recent "fight", he could use just a bit of a drink. He did not know how anyone would react to a Human walking in, fully dressed in heavy armor. Frankly, he also did not care. He had changed his mind at this point; he really needed a drink

    As he walked through the door he saw an important-looking dwarf walking up the stairs. He did not pay the dwarf much mind, but did somewhat remember seeing him next to the Dwarven King back at the proving. Walking around the crowded bar, he found a seat next to some a group of dwarven soldiers. He had hoped that no one would say a word to him, but considering his appearance, knew it was unfortunately unlikely. He simply ordered whatever was best and waited.

    "Hey surfacer, you starting the march a bit early?" one of the dwarves asked, in a merry mood.

    "Who? Me? I was just wearing something to get me through the streets safely" Arthur quickly retorted. Arthur was not good at reading Dwarven reactions, so was a bit happy when the Dwarves decided to get back to having a good time. They went back to laughing and such, as they were before.

    Arthur got his drink, and he drank.
     

    Wolfbane

    Why change the past when you can own this day?
    (OOC My post is missing! I thought I had posted it! plops. Oh I'm also color blind FYI)

    The two made their way up the stairs, Kenzi started up soon after her new companion. The other rooms were filled with snores and other noises but they pushed on until the saw a door cracked. When the Orlesian pushed the door open, both were surprised at what they had seen, "I can say with confidence, that it wasn't what I originally thought." Kenzi looked around the room in confusion while she pulled out an arrow to play with, " A surprise, this. Wheres the pisshead who is suppose to be attacking you. That is suppose to happen, yeah?"

    "You must pardon my state, normally I'm not conscious by now. Is everything alright up here?" A heavily armored dwarf came stumbling in, making her laugh out loud as if nothing weird had happened, "You're knackered, you are. Abdraste's ass." she snickered for a while before the man next to the girl spoke, "While your concern is appreciated, it is best if you leave. It is late and we are in no state to be entertaining guests." His tone was something familiar, something known. It was as if he didn't have a feeling. She remembered Aldous having an apprentice with a similar tone. What was the term? She'll think of it at an obvious time. Not sure what to do, she just stood and waited until something happened around them.
     

    Simus

    An Excellent Site Member
    More people entered the doorway despite Peter's request that they leave. He did not know these people and would prefer that they leave but they did have the unexpected side effect of calming down both Selana and Alice. After requesting that the Orlesian woman come in and hearing Peter's request to the newcomers Selana returned to her regular moody self. Quite suddenly in fact as she stared glarefully at Peter. As usual, he didn't mind. She had calmed down and now had something else to distract her besides her own nightmares so his objective had been completed.

    Alice had also quieted down but not because she was soothed. She tuned down her crying to quiet sniffles as she detected the intruders. Selana's screams and the flashbacks they triggered had terrified her and left her badly shaken. She wanted to be comforted and was becoming distressed that no one was coming for her. Selana was attended to first. She was always first. Sometimes Alice felt like it was at her expense and Peter couldn't feel the necessary empathy to connect with her. It appeared she would have to find her own comfort.

    Light and soft noise always made his charges feel better after a nightmare so Peter went about lighting two candles. Then he ushered everyone inside so he could watch over them easier but kept the door open to let more light in, as well as to get them to leave quickly should they become a disturbance. He ignored any objections they had or inquiries about what he was doing. Then he moved between Alice and Selana's beds to address everyone.

    "It seems your arrivals have provided an appropriate distraction for my charges. You all may stay so long as you do not upset them. The one to the left of me is Selana and the one to the right is Alice. Please note that she is hiding under her covers because she is afraid and requires assurances that all is well. I would prefer that one of you aid me in this as I cannot provide the emotional support she needs." He turned to Alice and walked over to her covered form. He approximated where her shoulder would be and put a hand on it. "Can you hear me Alice?"

    "Peter?" She asked weepily. "I-is that you? Where's Lana? I need to know she's okay. I'm really scared that she's hurt."

    "She is well."

    "Who's in the room with us? I hear other people. What if they hurt us? Please don't let them take my covers."

    "They are not hostile. Please come out from under your covers and engage in comforting dialogue."

    Alice slowly drew her covers back and peeked her head out. Just enough to where her head was visible. She was safe in her bed under her warm covers and she wouldn't come out any more than she had to. "...H...*sniff*...Hello?"
     

    Wolfbane

    Why change the past when you can own this day?
    A small head peeked out of the covers, and spoke between sniffs. It looked like there wasn't just one girl. Kenzi put the arrow back in her quiver and proceeded to sit next to the new girl in a soft voice, "Alice, yeah? I'm Kenzi. It's nice to meet you. You're safe now; You got me, for starters, and you also got Peter. I can only imagine how scary it must of been. I'm going to put my arm around you, okay?"

    She then began to hug her to comfort the poor girl. It must of been scary, whatever happened. If it wasn't an intruder, then maybe something, internal. I've heard of night terrors that are far worse than any nightmare. I actually read up on it when I stuck in the castle. The good old days. Now what was that blighted word? TRANQUIL! she bit her tongue before blurting out the word in front of all these people for the sake of respect.

    Everyone in the room settled to try to ease the situation as best they could. That's all most could do anyway.
     

    Simus

    An Excellent Site Member
    Alice was instantly attentive to how soft and kind Kenzi's voice was. The little Ferelden girl had every right to be afraid of the new people in her room, staring at her while she cowered from bed but Kenzi took all of that fear away in an instant. She walked over and sat down on Alice's bed while Alice watched her very carefully. Like a baby deer that had just encountered a child in the woods. Kenzi sat down on the left side of the bed, Alice moving a bit to make room and to put her back to the far wall. Then she informed Alice that she was going to put her arm around her and slowly drew Alice in a warm one-armed embrace. Slowly, cautiously, Alice let herself be draw towards the woman and scooted towards her. Then when she realized she was safe she snuggled up to her, putting her head down on Kenzi's right shoulder while keeping herself tucked up to her chest. When Kenzi brought Alice into a full hug, she returned it. She hugged Kenzi and laid her head of tousled but beautiful neck length raven hair down onto her chest, listening to the older Ferelden woman's beating heart.

    "Thank you." Alice said, a smile of gratitude and simple contentment on her face. She was still tucked in up to her chest to compliment her new living pillow.
     

    smilecat

    Active Member
    Selana watched the scene unfold around her. She walked over and sat on the foot of Alice's bed. Slowly she scooted towards Alice and smiled kindly.

    "Hey you okay?"

    Selana's hands suddenly went cold. No. She would not let herself cast a spell right now. She began to drum her fingers against her leg with on hand and caress Alice's hair with the other.

    Selana wondered briefly what had upset Alice so much. She wondered if it had been her nightmare. No. That couldn't have been it. SHe wasn't important enough to upset someone like that. Was she?
     

    Simus

    An Excellent Site Member
    Alice was genuinely surprised when Selana went over and sat on the end of her bed, then asked if she was alright. She was more surprised when she started stroking Alice's hair. Alice loved her Lana but she was always very self-absorbed, even when she wasn't causing a stir over some minor issue or another. This was a situation where she had ever right to be self-absorbed considering she had been seized by a terrible nightmare not five minutes ago. Yet here she was, comforting Alice after she gave in to her own shameful triggers. Triggers that she should be over by now and yet wasn't. The whole thing made her feel very ashamed of herself. Alice looked up to Selana but stayed in Kenzi's arms where it was safe.

    "Yeah." She said in an apologetic tone. "Yeah. I'm okay Lana. It's just...the way you screamed and thrashed about...It brought me right back to the Asylum. I don't have to remind you of the time you spent down there or the times you must have looked at me and though "Doesn't that girl have all the luck. Her mind's so far gone nothing can bother her. She just lays in bed with people to take care of her." That's what the Templars and some of the mages thought after all. You're the one with the nightmare and here YOU are comforting ME. It's not fair to you and it's stupid and shameful and selfish of me. I'm sorry Lana." Alice didn't particularly care that their guests would hear her outpouring. She needed to talk and express her feelings.

    "You must not be so hard on yourself Alice." Peter said, remaining still as a statue the whole time but now feeling the need to speak. "It is unproductive and unhelpful. You were catatonic for longer than you have been awake. It will take time for you to fully recover. I have told you this before. You should remember it." Peter couldn't help but sound cold and condescending but Alice recognized that he was trying to be uplifting. She appreciated the thought at the very least. Then Peter turned to everyone else in the room. "Please light the lamps. It will make my charges more comfortable. If any of you wish for something to eat there is lichen bread, sliced nug and shredded cheese in the pantry to my left. There is also water. Now that my charges are safe I am going to retire to my room. Please lock the door when any of you leave. Goodbye."

    Peter then walked back to his room without a second thought. Alice thought it was kind of funny in an innocent sort of way. Selana would probably roll her eyes and mutter something crass as usual. It was a comforting reminder that some things never changed.
     

    smilecat

    Active Member
    Selana heart lit up with joy to see Alice talking again before it took a crash landing after hearing Alice's bitter words. And for once the Tranquil was actually said something she agreed with before leaving the room.

    "Peter's actually right for once Alice. You spent several years in a comatose state. You can't expect that not to have a long lasting affect. The first step to getting better is accepting your current state. You were scarred whether you like it or not and if you want to get better in the future then your going to have to come to terms with that."

    Selana was shocked at her own words. She had never been the type to give pep talks to her friends.

    "Look Alice. I want to help you get better more than anything. I'll do anything I can to help. But you have to try to. i know that sounds harsh but it's the truth."

    Selana then gave Alice a quick hug. She did want to help Alice get better. but she wasn't sure if she could keep the promise she had just made.
     

    Simus

    An Excellent Site Member
    Peter's advice was sound and logical and Alice knew it but that wasn't what was causing her to look at everyone slack jawed. It was the fact that Selana actually agreed with him. Selana had been abused by the Templars for years and only in the aftermath of the rebellion, when Alice "woke up" did Selana have the courage to speak out. It caused a huge scandal and would have ruined the careers of several Templars and mages if most of them weren't dead. Selana was getting the help she needed now, along with Alice, but she had deep scars. Scars that would take time to heal and Selana had to be reminded of that often. Mostly by Wynne, who had become a sort of de-facto therapist for both girls and several other children and adolescents over the last two years. Selana wanted to get better immediately of course but so did Alice. That, at least, was one thing they had completely in common.

    Now here she was, giving Alice the very advice she herself refused. Some would see it as hypocritical but it was also a sign of personal growth. That Selana had developed some empathy. It would also, Alice hoped, turn on a little magelight in Selana's mind. Alice eagerly returned Selana's hug and smiled.

    "Funny." She said after they hugged, an illuminating smile on her face. "That sounds a lot like what Wynne's been trying to tell YOU for the past two years. Don't tell me Selana the Wild Child has experienced personal growth. Blessed Andraste, we can't have that!" She gave a small giggle at seeing Selana's face."

    Yep. There was that magelight.

    (OOC: I realize I scripted Selana a bit Smilecat, and made a few presumptions, and I'm sorry if you don't like it but I feel like it was in character for her and it's a logical thought process, even for Selana. Let me know if you want me to change it though.)
     

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