{ pfsb } a letter and a meeting

[jaskoleczka]

Time is passing strangely for Ciri; it's difficult to tell if she has slept entire days or only a few hours. There is no way to mark the days aside from weather, and that changes quickly enough that it is wholly unreliable.

(The Bar, in her infinite kindness and usual sympathetic meddling, has in fact created a mild time loop in Ciri's room, giving her time to recover and somewhat ignoring the distressed flurry which has emanated out in ripples from her arrival.)

She comes downstairs, therefore, determined to more fully explore this strange place. There are stables she wishes to visit, and the woods remind her very slightly of those around Kaer Morhen...but her plans are abruptly canceled when, along with the strong hot tea she'd ordered, Lady Bar provides her also with a note.

Anyone watching would see Ciri rub at her forehead as if to quell a sudden headache, then lay a hand on the bartop and request something in a soft voice. Quill and pen appear, and she bends her head to write briskly and neatly:

Reverend Daughter,

I am terribly sorry for the distress I have caused. Please know it was not intentional.
I welcome your request for a meeting. I am at your disposal and shall visit Room 99 within the hour.

- Ciri

Folding the note, she looks for a waitrat to charge with its delivery and watches as the messenger scampers up the stairs before she turns with a sigh back to her tea.

Which she is now wishing was something a good deal stronger.

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It's about half an hour later that she stands at the door of Room 99 with no idea of what to expect, knocking lightly with gloved knuckles.

Comments

[jaskoleczka]

"Then your whole family can travel as you do?"

Avallac'h calls her the Lady of Space and Time; she doesn't need to create a portal the way the mages do, and she isn't reliant on portals which are already there but defunct as he does. She goes when and where she wants...supposedly.

With a chill, she realizes the Hunt would likely be almost as happy with Ingress and her powers of opening as they would be with her. "That's quite a gift."

[herald_ingress]

"All of us," she says. "It's our knack."

The Hunt have a lot in common with the Angel Islington.

[jaskoleczka]

The Hunt...needs to stay the hell away from Milliways.

"It's very rare where I come from," she confesses. "Most mages and sorceresses use portals, but they have have the place they're going fixed in their mind already. Does it work that way for you?"

[herald_ingress]

“It can. That’s usually how we go about it. But sometimes you can find a door and fling it open to who knows where.”

[jaskoleczka]

"Yes, that's the sort of thing I need to learn not to do," she says, rueful. "It's all well and good getting out of a sticky situation quickly, but not so helpful if I end up appearing somewhere miles above the ground."