When Vanyel is ready for the mad science tour, he shows him the monkeys. "They're monkeys," she feels it necessary to clarify. "I know they look very human at this point, because the whole point of them is that I'm going to move into one if I ever die, but they're not people, and I have forbidden the staff to name them. I could move into one now if I had to but I'd like to get one actually looking like me in particular first, and I want to stick more Gifts into them, I got Fetching out of some Changesquirrels but further work is needed." She shows him the mice, too. "Do you suppose Jisa'd like a winged mouse? What's her favorite color?" She shows him all her microbiology eggs. "That's a flu sample from the recent plague! I remembered to take one. Those there are other flus. The white eggs have more-alive microbes and the brown eggs have less-alive kinds - there's a cold one of the staff mages had a few months ago, there's food poisoning, there's the most common kind from healthy intestines - you could get your Sight this fine, you know, I don't do heavy Healing-Gift use apart from Sight for this work."
Dara nods. She falls silent, fidgeting.
- and then suddenly goes rigid, holding her breath.
Dara doesn't answer right away. She blinks back to awareness ten seconds later or so, and gives Belrun a wide-eyed look; her lips move silently but she doesn't manage to say anything immediately.
Dara takes a deep breath, half-focuses on Belrun's face. "...Sorry. Had a - vision - never had a waking one like that before. But - saw gryphons - lots - saw the ceiling falling in, we were running - weren't enough people to hold off the attack, that mage Leareth left was injured..." She shudders, hugging herself. "I - I don't know when - never had a vision less than a day before the thing happened..."
Dara frowns, trying to remember. "You were with me, I think. I was holding your hand. I don't know where Amshalan was in it."
"Right, you said that before. It was a really short snippet, that one, I thought we were running because that's what one does if the ceiling is falling on you, but I guess maybe it'd be faster for you to walk even then."
Amshalan gives her an unhappy look. :Been getting a bad feeling for a while but I wasn't sure if it was Foresight or just nerves. I didn't get a vision or anything, but I can go to the blue place and look deeper at it?:
Belrun Mindspeaks the one mage left behind in the complex for comms and homefront emergencies. :Dara got some scary Foresight, Amshalan's double-checking her, some risk of gryphon attack collapsing the ceiling on us, probably at least one day of lead time:
:...Ugh, really. Perfect. I'll check all the alarms, we ought to detect an attack coming from a pretty long distance but - we've got hardly any mages left in the north at all, everyone's down near Haven and they'll be there nearly a day and tired after. Wonder if we should get out to the backup location rather than waiting:
:I'll think about it: "Are you positive it was here, in particular, and not a similar-looking place?"
Dara is still hugging herself. "I...think it was here? There was that one meeting-room where Leareth can check alarms and has the scrying-artifact for looking at the surface. I guess it was pretty hard to tell if the hallway was here since the ceiling was falling and it was less than a second long."
And finally Amshalan is back from the blue place.
:Pretty sure it's a yes on gryphons: she sends, stress mixing with the distant, dreamy quality that's always in her mindvoice after spending some time there. :And - not immediately, but before tomorrow morning? Other than that there's a lot of noise. I was trying to trace down where would be safer than here, and my Foresight just didn't want to venture an opinion:
:I have a list of backup locations. - they're in an order but I could flip a coin to pick between the first two, in case:
:That's probably wise. Do they have more staffing at least? This place's main advantage is being hard to find and shielded, but we don't exactly have an army to help fight off gryphons: