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Chosen. I need to speak with you.

[Seles is leaning against a wall, breathing hard and hands clutched to her chest; she's shaking slightly, and beside her is... some splittered and broken pieces of what looks like it should have been a table. She clearly tried to bring it into her place without help, since there's very obviously no one else around her.]

That.... didn't work...

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[Seles doesn't appear to have changed too much; she still has thet detached sleeves, but she's now wearing a long, flowing, white gown (the top of which is still in the same style of her usual shirt, although the kerchief is missing)]Are they yet risen? The dragons that rule the frost ( Read more... )

[She's taking a few small steps outside - seemingly for the first time - holding her hands clasped at her chest and looking around curiously before sighing; she's clearly talking to herself, because she doesn't exactly understand how the whole second level thing works yet, anyway. So this is all accidental on her part.] I suppose this really is ( Read more... )

[Seles is still church because, well, it's pretty similar to the abbey she'd been forced to stay in and she's not really sure about the whole 'get a place to live' thing in the first place. Except she doesn't really look happy; in fact, she's curled up in a corner and she miiiight be crying. Not that she'd admit it.]

I wanted that? How... how ( Read more... )

Ah! My... [holds a hand over her heart, slowly clutching at the front of her shirt, almost insecurely and as though she's trying to relieve some kind of pain] I could have sworn... how strange ( Read more... )