[Dragon Mail: Alexander Varista]

[winterwhite]

[sent thursday night during this log

the paper smells a little burnt and has some streaks of ash on it, but nothing recent or alarming about it]


I will not be back tonight.

The Asha is gone. Spellswords came for him last Friday. I do not know why, but I suspect it was an attempt to contain him. They failed and he escaped. He teleported to Earth. I am going now to find him, if nothing has already happened to him.

I will come back. I promise.

Ask Ravindra or Nova to keep you company. I do not want you lonely, too.

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[socarnivorously]

[ funny you say that, reilanin, because nova is, in fact, with him.

he crumples the letter in his palm and shoves it in his pocket. ]

[ Dragonmail: Reilanin ]

[socarnivorously]

[ later in the night, around 2am ]

How are you? A

[Dragon Mail: Alexander]

[winterwhite]

All right. Tired.






It's such a big place.

[socarnivorously]

Have you found him?

[winterwhite]

No. But he's here.

[she wanted to talk to him, but it isn't the same over paper, so far away. she takes so long writing the dragon almost leaves on her.]

He wasn't supposed to come here. I never took into account that he could.

I've set a bind. But I'm afraid to leave, now that I'm here.

[socarnivorously]

You could.

As long as you're safe.

[winterwhite]

He didn't mean to. But I don't know how

[the above is halfheartedly crossed out. it isn't important.]

I am.

I'm with Theresa.

She's being very kind.

[socarnivorously]

[ ... ]

Give her my thanks.

[winterwhite]

Not until she helps and this is over. She doesn't deserve it until then.

[socarnivorously]

[ o ]

Until what is over?

[ tina doesn't even know what the fuck, but the asha can't hide from the greycloaks forever. ]

[winterwhite]

Until I'm free.

Or dead.

[socarnivorously]

[ damnit rei you don't fucking understand, someone is going to find his crazy ass and kill him. you're not going to die right away when he does, you shouldn't be there, you might get caught in the crossfire. ]

What is it that you plan on doing?

[ he hates how much this bothers him. her letter was insulting. lonely? but it was eye opening. she thought he would be lonely without her. he would. he would, but to what extent...?

he shouldn't be so close. he shouldn't have let himself get so close. ]

[winterwhite]

I don't know.

[she doesn't. she never did, of course, because there was no way to know. this is the only solution she hasn't exhausted.

she doesn't know it's insulting. she only assumes he'll be lonely without her because she's lonely without him. and if he cares so much more- if he's said as much- it must be worse for him, right? isn't that how it works?...

she doesn't know.]

I didn't think I would be alone. I need to know where he is. And I need to know

I need to know where he dies. All I can do is wait for the next Asha.

[socarnivorously]

[ he smooths out the wrinkles in the letter he'd crumpled, an effort to prevent himself from getting any more worked up ]

If you need anything from this side, tell me.

[winterwhite]

Fio supplied me before I left. But yes. I will.

She houses a young man from Zenderael here. I never knew. She's very protective of him.

[socarnivorously]

[ fio? ah, the other golem. the golden one, or so he'd summarized her as by reilanin's description. ]

Perhaps she's compensating.

[winterwhite]

Maybe. [should it bother her or offend her? she isn't sure. it seems a very human thing to do...]

She said she knows someone who is quite knowledgeable about Zenderean lore. Their access to such information as passive bystanders is unnerving.

[socarnivorously]

Everyone with access to the Internet can access that sort of information. What makes this one special?

[winterwhite]

There are other resources, such as books... apparently the books were written to dedicate time to the background of several figures or moments in history in Zenderael that are not much touched upon in the game.

To make a point, she mentioned there being one about vrylaks...

[socarnivorously]

[ vrylaks? oh, right, it had been mentioned on the wiki... it'd been part of the title, too, though he can't remember what it was.

he hadn't looked at it, though. what could it have that the wiki itself didn't already expose? ]

Are they fiction or history?

[winterwhite]

History, as far as I can tell. Though it seems they were considered fantasy here, as was the rest of Zenderael.

I don't have much in the way of hope for there being something new to learn. Something to do, I suppose.

[socarnivorously]

[ disgusting. players are disgusting.

this 'knowledgeable' person -- he wonders if it's jordan or duncan. they were together in this, those three, directing their lives and that was why-

that was why he knew rei and ravi at all--

he crumples the original letter again, then begins the meticulous process of smoothing it out -- again. ]

It's an entirely different world. Why not explore it?

[winterwhite]

It is. She lives very high up. I can see over most of the buildings when it's light out. I can still see cars on the streets now if I go look. They have lights on the front so they can illuminate the roads, like a lantern would.

I don't want to explore it. Not like this.

[socarnivorously]

[ as long as she can remember it, describe it to him later... ]

I understand. [ no he doesn't ] So you'll just stay inside her very high home until morning reading books of little value? That sounds unpleasant.

Should I stay up with you?

[winterwhite]

[normally it would be wonderful, actually, but this time around she's inclined to agree. even the things she's interested in are lackluster.

really, she just wants to have all this uncertainty behind her and go home. it sounds simple, so why hasn't it been?...

should she just give up and go home? just wait there until something happens?]

No... no, she... suggested sending a dragon mail to the Asha. I just don't know if it would be useful at all. Still, I suppose I could track him from there. I just worry about the suddenness, or if he could respond.

[theresa gave her some apple slices, which she thought strange, if only because it was familiar. she's feeding bits to the dragon while she thinks, doodling harmless runes on the edges of the paper in the meantime. no real power, just a faint glow from them off the page until they get crossed out or otherwise disrupted]

I would like you to. But I haven't got anything else to talk about... it seems this is all I talk about anymore. I'm sorry.