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    Aln, who eventually had managed to begin reading in earnest, could not hear Temeria's question, and made no response. As Temeria spoke, the pen once more began to move across the page. I hope that yours will be the same. I would ask you to come visit me, but Roshar's hardly a hospitable place at the moment.
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    I used a spear, although you might not call it fighting so much as random flailing. A pause, then: And of course I will.
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    Sarah looked up, following the arc of the glowing sphere. Something moved in the darkness, and she caught her breath. How had Althea known it was up there? Suddenly, she heard Althea repeat herself. "No order, Wes". Only, the sound hadn't come from the white-haired woman, who seemed deep in thought. She whipped her head around, squinting at the ceiling. Althea had said it could mimic voices. "Did you hear that?" She asked Fasi in a low voice. @Oduim’s Chmapion
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    Building up the illusion of honesty, then?
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    Why would you warn them? That undermines your whole plan of betrayal!
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    Sarah shrugged. "We keep exploring. Maybe we should try to find out what the pictures mean first, but I don't think it should stop us. We haven't found the other group yet." She looked back at the wall, an idea dawning. "Wait, are they on here?"
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    "I don't know," Sarah replied, lowering her voice. "It seems to be some sort of mural that can predict the future." She pointed at the two of them. "It's been accurate so far."
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    Well, after Mother enlisted me in the army, I served for about a year. Through my really quite poor fighting ability, I landed myself a position as a lookout. That was relatively safe, but when I returned from my travels with Aln, I got reassigned as a footsoldier. I got wounded very quickly, and have hardly been able to walk since. I joined the ardentia after a couple years. I always found it rather ironic that, after all that, I ended up doing just what Mother wanted me to: fighting in the army, or at least becoming an ardent.
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    There was a moment when the pen just stood there, still. Then, slowly, it started to write again. I'm sorry. I do care about you. You're my sister; how could I not? The way we parted has long been one of my greatest regrets.
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    They said that you had vanished. Father seemed to think you were dead, and he was deeply grieved by the prospect. Mother, though, the pen hesitated for a moment before continuing, well, you know what she's like. She thought that you had "ended up like Alanis", which to her is the worst fate imaginable. But none of that matters; you're alive! How have you managed the last few years? I mean, you were alone on another planet. It must have been hard. Aln glanced at Temeria. She looked troubled. What was Trent saying to her? She switched her gaze to the pen, now moving, but she couldn't see the paper without shifting in an obvious way. Instead, she tried to focus back on the words in front of her. "The phenomenon of Preservation's perpendicularity is repeated..."
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    I mean, a lot of people die in Oathbringer. Could this be Jezrien? The sun could be Odium. I think this is a reference to the Ever storm. It could also be Kaladin's depression during the Weeping, but that seems unlikely. This could be referring to when the Thrill made Sadeas's soldiers attack the Thaylen.
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    Anything that makes me laugh out loud deserves an upvote. This is great.
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    You should all fear me... Quick clarification, @AonEne: what magic systems can we use? Is it only stuff from the Hunger Games books, or are we including Sanderson? What about Homebrew?
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    The pen began to dance again, spelling out, in Trent's rough handwriting, Idris? That explains why I never saw you when I went back to visit. I wish I could talk to you in person. As the exchange continued, Aln sat back, feeling awkward. Eventually, glancing at Temeria, she pulled a book from the shelf and tried to read. She had little success, though; her thoughts were still in turmoil.
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    It works! Thank you! Note: due to some page refreshing issues, I may have accidentally submitted two votes. Please disregard one if that is the case. @Paranoid King
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    Hi, Temeria. I can't believe you're in the Alleyverse. How did that happen?
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    "I would guess something similar," was her reply. "Unless your chalk does something other than break the stone. What if you tried writing on it?"
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    @Sorana
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    Sarah stared at the chips in Corette's hand. Then she seized her staff and slammed the end of it into the wall. The rock cracked beneath the impact, gravel tumbling loose, but the image indeed remained the same. She touched the spot. Though the texture of the rock beneath was different than it had been, it still felt like dried paint. She leaned back, troubled. Was the cave somehow alive? @ZincAboutIt @Sorana @kenod
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    Aln could see the uncertainty in Temeria's face, and she wondered if offering had been a good idea. There was clearly a lot of buried emotion around the subject. Still, she knew that Trent would want to contact Temeria. He had long regretted their family's separation. Aln had never quite shared the sentiment. She leaned forward, flicking the pen on and dipping the reed in a jar of ink. Her message was quick, but it took a few minutes for a response to come. Finally, the spanreed flashed and began writing. Aln responded, and then slid the pen and notebook over to Temeria. On the page, in neat, angular women's script, was Aln's message. Trent, Temeria just walked into my guild. She's here in the Alleyverse. Below was the response. His handwriting was larger, more sprawling. Temeria? Our sister? How? Aln's reply was simple. She'd like to talk to you. How about you ask her?
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    Sarah looked between them, disturbed. Even in this world, with its shapeshifting and Alleyways and glowing worms, these paintings were unusual. Karin's question echoed throughout the cavern. Who painted these? "Are you sure no one's been down here before? I mean, just because it's not common knowledge..." She trailed off. That still didn't explain the prophetic nature of the figures. She stared at the ground, her unease growing. Suddenly she desperately wanted to be above ground, to feel the wind on her face, to see the stars. @kenod @ZincAboutIt
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    Sarah looked at Fasi. She seemed rather angry, and given what she did to that rock, Sarah wasn't sure she wanted to cross her. Still, she raised her voice so the girl could hear. "I'm going to go see what that's about." she gestured at the retreating figures. "Do you want to come?" Her curiosity got the better of her, and she set off without waiting for a reply. Between the stone trees, a large painted mural came into view. The beauty of it caught Sarah off guard. It spanned nearly the entire cavern wall, and the variety of colors used was staggering. It seemed to primarily be depicting a series of figures engaged in various activities. She moved closer. The paintings seemed familiar, somehow. In fact- she stopped. She could see a drawing of two people standing on a ledge. One was smaller, female, something white protruding from her hand. The other was tall, long hair tied back, a staff in her hand. A faint shimmer surrounded her, like a mirage, or a speed bubble. It was unmistakably Fasi and herself. Sarah raised her hand to touch the wall, but stopped herself, heart beating faster. She could identify the other members of the group, now, along with moments she recognized. Here, a writhing worm rising from a pool, and there, a woman lying asleep in a field of mushrooms. She saw herself again, too. She stood with the others, peering into a deep pit of dark water. And there, she stood apart, staff raised defensively, although what stood before her was impossible to discern. In this her speed was easier to discern; it was if several faint, distorted images of herself had been superimposed around her, each sightly askew. She broke her own awed, frightened silence to look at the others. "What in Harmony's name is going on here?" @ZincAboutIt @Sorana @kenod @Oduim’s Chmapion
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    Interesting. Mac Thorstenton had left, probably for good. That deserved further inquiry. Aln wondered why he had chosen Temeria to keep his house. Was she simply the last person he had seen? Was he expecting some sort of a successor? Aln shook her head. Questions for another time. A spanreed on the shelf behind her desk began blinking, but she did her best to ignore it. Her sister was here, and for the moment that was the most important thing. Aln tried to think of something to say. There was so much to talk about, but simultaneously so little. A second spanpen lit up, joining the first, and Aln had an idea. Slowly she reached into an inner pocket and removed a wooden case and an old notebook. Opening the case, she revealed an old-fashioned spanreed fabrial, a long crack in the handle carefully sealed. She placed it on the notebook, and put them both on the table. Then she met Temeria's eyes. "Would you like to talk to Torenat?"
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    I had been referring to the health insurance one, but either works.
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