forest of sorrows

I can also just . . . look . . .

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[....vaguely tries to remember the tylendel fit memory without adding too much editorial commentary to it...]

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[she immediately looks confused. shaking her head after a moment to clear it.]

. . .

. . . Kimmuriel says it's okay to go meet him. He's at Hen House. Just this way.

[starting to lead that way]

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twicebonded

[. . . grabbing onto Stef's hand tightly but following after]

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It's going to be fine, dearest. I promise..

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twicebonded

[oh. that's gonna distract him good, yeah. he straightens up!!]

Oh—

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[smiles shyly aside at him] If Lark thinks this person can help...

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[watching them fondly]

. . . I do. You actually met his husband already, I think?

[knocking at Hen House's door. or, lifting her hand to do so, at least. who knows if Kimmie's gonna be weird about this.]

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[ He does let her knock before opening the door, at least. He allows that much courtesy.

He is, however, opening the door via psionics rather than with his hands, so he's in one of the sitting room's chairs with a book. He glances over all of them, his gaze sharpening at the two strangers. ]

Who will I be inspecting?

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Oh! You're Jarlaxle's husband? It's a pleasure to meet you.

[gently nudges Van forward] We think he might have mind magic and we want to make sure he's shielding properly, if so?

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twicebonded

[tenses up slightly but trying to not Show Fear in front of Stef. unfortunately,,]

. . . ah, yes. I—want to know what's going on. And how to not hurt anybody by accident.

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Also hello, Kimmie.

This is Clef, and Lyric.

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[ His expression softens, almost imperceptibly and briefly, at the mention of Jarlaxle. It is soon back to impassiveness, though. ]

Ah, yes. Jarlaxle lent the two of you some clothing before. [ Putting twinks in kigus etc. ]

Sit. I do not know how it will take you - I doubt you are from my world.

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I'd doubt it too...

[sits, tugging Van down with him. Not letting go.]

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[Lark's just going to watch quietly unless needed, though she's watching carefully]

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twicebonded

[squeezing Stef's hand in return, but sitting up straight to look at Kimmuriel evenly]

I'm willing to learn.

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[ Kimmuriel looks between the two of them, and then reaches out to touch Van's forehead. ]

Try to relax. It will feel strange. [ And then he touches the man's mind, attempting to enter it. He is being gentler than he usually is, in adherence to what Lark had asked of him; it is a request rather than his usual battering-ram tactics. ]

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[not really able to do anything to help here, just holding on to Vanyel and trying to broadcast reassurance.]

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twicebonded

[Vanyel flinches a little at the intrusion, gentle as it is]

[—a mug on the table smashes itself to smithereens]

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[ He makes an annoyed clicking sound with his tongue. ]

You have no control. That is no good. Are you frightened of your power?

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[quietly watching and holding on, glancing between them]

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twicebonded

YES!? And for good reason???

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[ He shakes his head. ]

Each time something startles or upsets you, your power will lash out to defend you. You have no leash, no discipline. It has no mind or will but yours.

If you are too frightened to control it, how do you expect to master it?

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twicebonded

I don't even know what it is. I don't have any memories of having magic or being—anything! I just—apparently exploded my cottage this morning and broke most of my friend's bones!

[hotly]

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