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[withintenfeet]

[ It's a good few minutes before he answers, but when he does...]

Our city had tiers of power. The Ring of Gold, the Ring of Silver. 'Ring of Brass' was meant to be an insult.

Laerryn was the Architect Arcane, and she kept the city in the sky. Loquatius, her husband, was the Herald - he ran the newspaper, decided what information got out and what didn't. Patia had dual roles - Keeper of Scrolls and Archmage of the Libarium Incantatum, the library that stored all magical knowledge. Nydas was the only one, besides me, born on the ground; he was a pirate when we met, but in Avalir he became the Guildmaster of the Golden Scythe. It was the most powerful bank in the city.

Cerrit was the Senior Sightwarden of the Eyes of Avalir, detectives who didn't rely on magic as much as everyone else. He's the one you remind me of, most of the time. I think he might have gotten out, at the end, but I'm not sure.

I was First Knight, which was the highest martial position we had. Evandrin had it for two and a half years, but he died before the ring was official.

What about yours?

[cactusy]

[The straight-forward, non-flowery descriptions are appreciated, because they won't make Shaw's own descriptions feel cold and impersonal in comparison. She doesn't do flowery, even when talking about people who matter deeply to her.]

Finch is a tech genius. he created the artificial intelligence that gave us intel on people who would need our intervention. he brought Reese on first, because he needed muscle. then they ended up intervening for me, and brought me on for the same reason. Root came later. it took a while for her to really become a part of the team, and even now she's more of an independent agent than the rest of us. the AI talks to her directly, and sends her off on special missions.

[withintenfeet]

That sounds a bit like the oracles, except - much more helpful, honestly.

She must feel lonely, without that connection. ...Laerryn had a spell, that connected all of us mentally. I still expect to hear them, sometimes, until I remember.

[cactusy]

Yeah, it really gets to her. More than she lets on.

[withintenfeet]

Is she making connections here?

[cactusy]

She had people she likes okay.

She doesn't make connections easily, though. We have that in common.

[withintenfeet]

...Do you know how she feels about the dream sharing?

[cactusy]

the flood? she didn't hate it as much as I did but she wasn't a fan. why?

[withintenfeet]

I didn't love it either, but - it's a connection. If she remembers, and she wants to talk about it.

[cactusy]

do you want to talk about it?

[withintenfeet]

...No.

But I'm pretty sure I should, and it's easier if it's helping someone else.

[cactusy]

look at that emotional intelligence

i think you should give it a try

[withintenfeet]

And all it took was the end of the world.

...How sneaky should I be about this?

[ Spoilers: he is not and has never been the sneaky one. But he isn't sure "hey Root, let's talk about grief" is the way to go here. ]

[cactusy]

she appreciates sneakiness

but if you want to actually have an honest conversation with her, i'd stick to bring straightforward