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No, silly rathorn, you don't want to bite my brother too and be blood-bound to both of us. I don't know if that would even work. Knock it off and go lie in the sun.

 

That THING is bloodbound to you?

 

(Tempest Dive raises her hands so Torisen is out of reach from Death's Head. She is stable, and the greatest danger would be that Torisen snags his skirts in the paneling of her hands.
Then, there is a flicker in the air, light solidifying like lightning, like static, a picture, three-dimensional: A young human, dark skin, wild black curls, blue dress. The figure smiles, and waves.)

 

Perhaps so, but you remind me of one of the young trolls I know. Oneira.

Yes. Not by my choice, but he decided that he would get his revenge on me by eating me. Not the smartest of moves. Now he's stuck with me.

 

(Apostasia smiles.)
You can't believe how glad I am you turned out to be someone we could trust. I could trust. And not someone who'd stab me in the back.

 

(Lumipyry giggles, and ponders a bit.)

Little pupa, near jade blood
The hunting dogs are our sign
A perfect match, 'cross space and time
So, yes, I do suppose I would.

 

I...ah? Hello?

And you with him, for that matter. I can't imagine it's pleasant. It isn't in general, but to a rathorn...

 

Stabbing you would be stabbing myself. And I can imagine more pleasant ways to go then by ripping all I love from my spark.

 

*salutes her with respect*

Well, he's rideable and is nice and scary to ride into battle. Though best kept away from one's own side's horses.

 

I would not trust him enough to ride regardless of any bond. Or anything equine for that matter.

 

(The projection smiles, points at herself with one hand, and at Tempest Dive's frame with the other. Then she points at her throat, and forms words, but there's no sound. Should Torisen be able to read lips, the words are "I can't speak, not even through this projection.".

A glowing, pulsing sphere appears above one of her hands, and she offers it to Torisen, while motioning from it to herself. Should Torisen touch it, he will receive a vision, flying over a storm, vast clouds and lightning under him, towards the eye, and then a sharp drop)

 

Ah? You...cannot speak then it seems. I'm not entirely sure what you want me to do with this orb of...I'm not sure what it is made of at all. It's certainly very bright.

*looks from the projection to the orb and stares at it hard for a moment before cautiously poking it. the drop in the vision elicits a fearful shout from him. he pulls his arm back and hugs his legs to his chest.*

Trinity...About as a pleasant as a dream.

 

(Lumipyry bows, but she holds Jame's eyes)

Your paths have crossed, I thus presume
And I hope you forgive my impertinence
To ask, what was the circumstance?
In which you met, outside this room?

 

(The projection looks a bit startled, and apologetic.)

 

No, no I'll be fine.

 

I trust you more than I ever trusted in Primus, Switch.
As for the last part, well, spark-splicing was all the rage back when, and we do have one functional spark between the two of us...

 

We should take good care 'a that one so we can outlive all 'a these ranbunctuous kids, yeah?

 

Our paths crossed and intertwined at Wierdmageddon, which tossed things around across many dimensions! We live in the same very large household right now.

 

A common foe to make a pack?
And a large household - a thought most strange
But I do suppose the times did change
And I am glad you've got her back.

What is your tale, blade of bone?
You move like a hunter on the prowl
One I would not want to run afoul
What light do you send into the unknown?

 

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