"Thanks so much, Ura. I owe you one."

"Donmention it."

Inavet smiles at Ura, and then - she guesses she follows Eva?

Eva has appeared a new door: a vaguely-medieval city of wood-and-stone buildings sits beyond. She beckons with a smile. "Stick close - the Laugh's near and dear to my heart, but it's a bad neighbourhood for outsider cutters without the knowledge."

Nod! "I'll stay close. Outside 'cutters'? And knowledge of what, the area?"

"Cutter - generic term for a competent sort, as opposed to a Berk, who's a fool, or a Blood, who's an expert. Sorry, I grew up around here, and still slip into the cant sometimes. And yes, the Cage - by which I mean Sigil, the city of doors."

She steps out into the street, and smiles. "That was one, now."

Inavet dutifully sticks close to Eva. She glances up at the city above them, but doesn't stray two feet from Eva's side.

"Ah. That - sort of explains things, but this city is very distracting."

Eva nods as a black-winged thing wrapped in chains shuffles past. "Yeah, it's very disorienting for people who aren't used to it. Lots of berks from the Prime end up wandering around asking barmy questions like 'how is there city overhead' and 'what gods exist here?' Be careful, don't get separated, practically anything could be a door to somewhere else around here. We're just going to cross the plaza to the Society of Sensation's gardens, and then we can relax a bit."

"Your entire lingo's changed completely," says Inavet, faintly amused. "How lost am I going to be if I do get separated from you?"

"Potentially catastrophically, so don't."

She nods, and scoots a bit closer to Eva.

... Eva will take her hand, because it is necessary for safety and not for any other reason.

... Inavet quirks her eyebrows and disguises a smile, but yes. Handholding. For safety.

Okay. Across the plaza we go!

There are really a very large number of... People... around, and not all of them have much manners. The handholding proves necessary at one or two points.

Inavet doesn't stare at any of the people. Well, with her eyes, anyway. She suspects it would be a bad idea, and besides, she's much too busy keeping up with her guide. Her magic senses are less constrained, but it's hard to focus with them at all. There is a truly astounding amount of stuff. Magic stuff, non magic stuff - it's hard to tell what she's even perceiving. Like staring at the sun when you've been in darkness for a year, and not being able to look away. Scrunching her eyes shut doesn't help, and she doesn't try.

She's surprisingly good at dodging people without manners, even while holding hands. And she's not going to stop holding hands with Eva, she's been made very aware that this is quite a good idea, Sigil is kind of terrifying and getting lost is incredibly, laughably easy.

Fortunately, the plaza isn't too large: before long, the two of them are ascending cut-stone steps into a large, domed building. Eva flashes her pendant at the man at the door, and he nods and lets the pair through.

Inside, there is a small garden, dotted here and there with crystals on pedestals. Eva smiles.
"Welcome to the private sensorium of the Society of Sensation. This is the catalog of some of the rarest memories we've collected."

She points to a small marble plinth nearby. "That one's mine."

This place is much quieter than the plaza. Inavet sighs a sigh of relief, and smiles a little.

"It's lovely," says Inavet. "... Normally I'd say inside wouldn't work, but to be frank, I think you are absolutely fine doing the ritual indoors in this city." Pause. "Everything is very - it is very itself."

"It is. Sigil is... An experience in itself. It's no wonder the Sensates decided to base themselves here."

Eva lets out a happy little sigh. "It's nice to be back here every so often - it reminds me of my roots."

Inavet nods, smiling a little. Aw.

"It is going to be very - loud, is the word I want to use, when you complete your ritual, though. Especially outside. Especially in the plaza. I'm used to my extra senses and it was like looking at the sun."

Eva giggles. "I'm glad you're worried, but I'm a Sensate - honestly, that sounds like a fun experience to me!"

"Well, you're going to have a lot of fun," says Inavet, a little dry.

"... Hmm, on second thought, maybe I should actually use a fork for this. I mean, it would be fun, but it would also be embarrassing to get my root self run over by a cart because she was too busy experiencing the pretty things."

Inavet disguises a snicker, and nods. "Yeah, a bit."

Eva nods, then sighs. "It gets annoying not being able to do these things myself, though..."

"I'm not actually sure how one of your forks getting arcany would carry over to the rest of you, or when, or even if it would transfer," says Inavet. "My admittedly incomplete understanding of the theory of it is that when you're merged back together you should get it, and then any forks from there also would have it, but it's also possible that your root self might need to be the one to do the ritual, for it to transfer to the others neatly."