Spren of Kindness
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"What's our plan?" Martin asks, wondering if he can put his hair up while holding a handful of dust. -
"I'm ready if the rest of you are." Martin gets to his feet, looking down at the rune dust still in his hand. What is he supposed to do with this?
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Last night, the ongoing family joke of trying to get me to add hot sauce to anything continued. (I don't like it and won't put it on anything.)
I had the irrational urge to just grab and drink the stuff.
Where did that even come from?
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Finished both Anne's House of Dreams and A Confusion of Princes!
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"Nice to meet you." Reese holds out her hand to Verdin. @Omi the Counselor
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"These are your friends?" Reese asks.
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Reese follows her.
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"North sounds like a good place to start."
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"Well, I guess then the best thing would be to find who we can find."
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"Whoever is closest would be ideal."
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"I would like to meet the rest of your group. It's been far too long since I got the chance to talk to people."
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"If you want. I've seen most of the stuff in the recent area, I've been traveling in a bit of a zig zag."
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"So you're good at memorizing things? Nice." She hoists her backpack pack up, pulling her glove on and rewrapping her arm as best she can. "Should we look for your group or are you still mapping things out?"
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"A map. That would be nice to see." She firmly ignores the sinking feeling in her stomach at the word game.
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"I understand." That's good to know. And oddly, it makes her feel almost like she understands Trylle. She's definitely lied to protect people. "Where did they go?"
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Martin doesn't have the rip tech. But she does. Not only that, but she has all of the control equipment. The warning shots. The kill switches. They're both safe. "That sounds like a good idea." She forces a smile.
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"No." She usually tries not to think about that. It's entirely possible that they won't find each other, and that... that could be worse than anything either of them have gone through before.
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"That's kind of the reason I'm here." It's not. She's not supposed to be here. But she has to look somewhere.
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"In the end, any skill is." Reese gets to her feet. She should probably get moving. But where?
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"Thanks again." Reese flexes her fingers, relishing in the way they move without halting or tremoring. "You really seem to know what you're doing."
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"Weird." Martin had mentioned that it was possible her arm wasn't being kept fully up-to-date to make her more reliant. There's potential for that.
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"How'd that even happen?" Reese wonders out loud. "It's been ages since I actually broke the casing."
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She shifts her shoulder just a bit, taking a bit of the weight off. She's gotten good at doing this without disturbing anyone working on the arm.
