inbox.

[heirring]

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[heirring]

[Oh hello there. Welcome to her secluded corner of the Gallows gardens where she's currently doing what appears to be quite a lot of extremely boring Inquisition paperwork. Wysteria throws her pen down with great relish. Ah, thank the gods! A distraction.]

I told her she could have my traveling case if she cared to have it. [Oh, but also:] Dear Miss Lux isn't creepy. She's spirited.

[pyrazine]

[She leans back in the dirt, lifting her skirt to show her legs - actually just to get some sun.]

She's creepy, Wysteria. I bet she even smells creepy.

[heirring]

She almost certainly does not. [Rude, Luana.] Is there a particular reason you find her so repulsive, or do you just not like the sound of her voice?

[pyrazine]

How would you know? You have a lump instead of a nose.

[Mean.]

She just weirds me out, okay?

[heirring]

[Wysteria frowns, but resists touching her nose. It is not a lump.]

Well I'm very sorry to hear that. I take it you aren't giving her anything of yours to study then?

[pyrazine]

Well, its only my necklace, my phone, or the clothes I was wearing anyway.

But hey.

You know magic. Make sure there isn't anything in what you give her that came from your person. Like hair and stuff.

[heirring]

[She makes a small, narrow noise of irritation. Yes, she does know magic and no, of course she won't give anyone a whole bundle of her hair. What do you take her for, a complete imbecile?]

Maybe you should consider the phone then. Is that a magical object as well?

[pyrazine]

I wish.

[Her sad, lost phone.]

It's a worthless lump of metal here.