voice;

[closerift]

I know we've all got lots to think about, what with another change of scenery coming very soon, so I'll keep this brief. If there is anyone here who...is mechanically-minded, then I would very much like to speak with you. Someone who might be able to build-...

[ Cecily sounds deeply uncomfortable, so rather than explain further, she makes a dismissive noise and exhales. ]

Please do let me know. ...And thank you.

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[fogsong]

There are two of them here not born like that, though: Delight and Fear. Sorrow didn't know who Delight's other... uh, parent was, but he said Fear's was a Tranquility. I didn't dig too deep, didn't want him to close up on me, but I wonder if that... means something, if that makes them different than say a Fear-Fear.

I wonder if that makes them weaker depending on the combination. Or maybe it doesn't even matter.

[closerift]

This is getting complicated. [ Quelle surprise. Cecily scoffs, crossing her arms. ] I don't suppose you've drawn it out in a sort of family tree?

[ Fear-Fear and Tranquility-Fear and...who knows what else. She hadn't even realized, really, how intricate their 'relationships' were.

Maybe there's a lot more to these gods than she'd given them credit for. Than she'd wanted to know. ]

[fogsong]

I guess it can seem complicated but I think that's just because we don't know enough about their social structures and habits. It just makes me question a lot of things, especially after Delight's betrayal; I can't help but wonder if her heritage had something to do with it.

[closerift]

It may have, but where would we find any answers to that?

[ They won't, she thinks, unless they put together those answers themselves.

Cecily thinks a moment, glancing to Sharon. ]

You'd best record all this in that book of yours.

[fogsong]

I already have. [ In fact, she's starting a new one with just hard facts, none of her own personal opinion or theories throw in. The first will continue as it had before, however, to keep her thoughts, their history, and possible new facts in line. ]

I... should show you the location where I'm keeping my books from now on sometime. [ Just in case. ]

[closerift]

I'd like that, if you really don't mind. [ Just in case. But, Maker, it's torture to even for a second imagine Sharon gone again with no sign that she might return. ]

[fogsong]

I don't mind. We know better than to pretend I, or you, or anyone, couldn't disappear at any moment. [ It's a painful thing to consider but it's always at the forefront of her mind nowadays, a constant buzz of anxiety. ]

[closerift]

We do. [ ... ] Just let me know when you're able to show me, then, and I'll be there.

[fogsong]

Yeah, I’ll give you a call when I can. And.. in case I don’t in time, I’m painting new symbols to lead you to it and my personal stash. [ She sends a photo of three simple circles, painted at the base of a building, out of sight unless one knows what to look for ]<\ small>

[closerift]

Fair enough. [ Good to have, in case... Well. She doesn't want to think about that. ] But I hope you'll try and stay so you can show me yourself.

[fogsong]

If I could glue myself to this place, I would. [ She can only offer Cecily her desire to stay, nothing else. ]