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Athena pulls her cloak around her shoulders tightly as she approaches the therapy place. Building? Clinic? Centre? Center? Should she use the Commonwealth spelling or the American? She smiles at the security guard. She was a little anxious to meet this therapist, but honestly she was just glad to be away from the monsters. “I’m here to see Iris. I forget her last name.”

One person who did understand

A sting, yes, that could work if I had the right support, information, if I was able to actually be more powerful than Perses. I don’t think so, a bronze compounder isn’t exactly the best for combat. And I know nothing about this person’s powers. “A sting, hm, a lot of potential…Cytonically implant visual data? I’m sorry, I don’t think I’ve heard of that before. Do you think you could explain further?” Based on the name, it seems like telepathy. That could be useful, perhaps used in a similar way to Lightweaving, like in that book I read about?

“I know someone!” Autumn blurts out. “She healed my mouth after some forest dude sewed it together. I don’t know where she lives, though….”

“Very well.” Perhaps he’s hiding something. Something he doesn’t want me to see. Or…perhaps he’s just small. Maybe he just knows that I can’t read that. But I can. Maybe. With a magnifying glass. Did I bring one of those? “Read it aloud,” Corbeau requested. “They do, in both Boxings and Chrysts.” I hope she comes to work at the restaurant. I don’t know anyone there, it would be nice to have a friend. If not a friend, then an acquaintance at least, somebody I know outside of work. “It’s in Mistkeep, on Kandra Boulevard and Mare Street.”

No, I win. How dare you presume otherwise?

Okay, thanks!

“I’ll do black.” They pass Roy the red pieces and a stack of tiles. “You can go first.”

Ráven nods and puts the starting tile down, then takes the scoring thingy out. “What color do you want?”

“Oh. I hope she’s okay.” I can’t see more death. Not after…not after…that. Don’t think about that. It doesn’t matter, ‘tisn’t important. “Are we playing with the river or the starting tile?” Ráven asked.

Nope. 1. This place has never been seen on-screen 2. This place is in the Cognitive Realm 3. This place is on Roshar 4. This place is near Lasting Intergrity

Ráven turns around, jumping slightly. “Oh, Roy. You’re back.” Ráven opens the box and mixes up the tiles with a concerned expression on his face. “How is she?” they ask.

Yeah, according to my platypus-obsessed friend that, platypuses, and platypi are all grammatically correct. When they eat bombs. This

Ráven sighs and heads back into the courtroom. “Anybody here?” they ask. “Anyone want to play a game to distract ourselves from the dying girl?” Is everyone at the hospital? Probably. At least they care. Unlike me.

Ráven turns back to the people that didn’t leave. “Well. While that’s happening, would anybody like to play Carcassonne?” They pull out the game from their backpack.

@Koloss17 What is a Chryst (what Chloris asks Itsuki if his diner pays in). Did you mean crystal?

platypodes that are burning up.

Granted. Your nose is now on the back of your head. I wish for none of the food I eat for the rest of my life to taste bad.

“Ooh, fancy.” “‘Ello and welcome to madness!” Ráven says while smiling awkwardly.

Granted. It foretells tragedy. I wish to be better at batik.

“Flip a coin?” Ráven suggests.

Edinburgh, close to said campfire.

“Perhaps we should have someone less attached? Like Thaidakar?” Ráven looks around. “Where did he go?”

Stanlee’s parents had died in