She is slower than the mirror-faced snake, and for some reason it is choosing to chase her, and she is not in dense enough forest to lose it by going up a tree or between a couple too narrowly spaced for it. So it catches her before emergency services can turn up.
And then she is somewhere else, in a not particularly attractive room next to a person who looks sort of off somehow.
"Excuse me," she says, taking a step out of his personal space.
Pelape's alts are all looking at her curiously. "- am I the only one with a sibling?"
"Not very elegantly, you roll dice till you're done for good and then you can get a magic sterilization, and by can I mean you could before we discovered all the magic we were doing was eating our planet much faster than it looked like so now probably there are some people having an extra baby on top of the eaten-planet-related refugee crisis but it has not been priority one. I'll take home your lecture on whatever you're distributing here though."
"...and Telcar's not married, and Merenre has one wife, named Ismat, runs a jewelry store - invented a new method for making magic objects more cheaply, actually, that's how he met her -"
"Huh! She has an older brother, lives with her, he has a sort of disability where he'll get stuck sometimes -"
"Were you going to try sleeping him, some of us don't know if we're being mindread."
"Sleep," says one of the guards.
He turns around and looks at them, bewildered.
"Maximized Calcific Touch. Calcific Touch. Calcific Touch. Calcific Touch."
He....literally turns to stone. A very detailed statue.
"If he's not conscious being trapped can't hurt him, it's psychological."
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