:Does he bodysnatch too?:

:Nnnnno...? He can die from injuries - he doesn't die from old age though - there seem to be a few different Groveborn, but they come back when one of them dies by just appearing in the middle of the Grove. ...I don't actually know how that works. I guess it's possibly they bodysnatch from normal horses but I doubt it, Companions are pretty different, a lot faster and stronger and things: 

:Okay, that's good then:

:Mmm: And Jisa nods to her and ducks out. 

Aza waits. Sips tea.

They leave her alone for a long time, at least another candlemark. 

Eventually, Jisa returns with a young woman, a bit older than herself and Azabel, with short-cropped brown hair and copious freckles. She looks underslept and strained, but pastes on a smile. :Welcome to Haven! I'm Herald Dara: 

:I'm Azabel, nice to meet you:

:Treven will be over soon, he's just finishing a different meeting:

Dara glances around, then sags into one of the armchairs, and unhooks a slate hung from her belt, retrieving a nubbin of chalk from her pocket. She's dressed entirely in white, in what's clearly a uniform of some kind. 

:Jisa says that you...come from the past, and you knew Leareth when he was a teenager at Urtho's Tower?: 

:If she's correct that they're the same person, yes:

:Huh. That's...really quite something. Weird and confusing: Dara screws up her face. :Honestly I would be suspicious, except I can't think who I'd be suspicious of: 

:Well, it's Urtho's fault but I don't think he had this result in mind:

:I don't see how he could have!: 

:...I'd be tempted to suspect a god of doing it. Maybe. Except even then I don't really see how. Or why:

:Search me:

:Might not be productive to keep dwelling on that part, it seems...hard to figure out and kind of crazymaking: Shrug. :I think we should figure out what makes sense to do from here: 

Jisa looks like she's about to say something, but she stops herself and glances at Azabel instead. 

:I am still hoping for a rescue from, uh, the past, but I suppose if that doesn't happen I... live here... now... and should figure out what that will look like:

:I mean, 'here' has the problem that Leareth is attacking our country. ...Or someone else is, maybe, but I don't know who else it could be and - if that's the case I'm not sure how much less dangerous it is: 

:Damn it, I really wish Vanyel hadn't left yet! It'd be so useful if you and him could talk: 

:If things get really bad I can gate down to where Jisa encountered me:

Nod. :Well, at least we've got a fallback. Hmm: Dara frowns, rubbing her chin. :...Do you think Leareth would remember you? From when he was Ma'ar, I mean? That - could be useful. Maybe: 

:He's a two thousand year old bodysnatcher, I'm not sure what he remembers at this point, but I will be pretty offended if he doesn't, I guess?:

:...He won't remember what you look like, for sure - he didn't with Urtho. And - he didn't remember Urtho had struck first in the war, or much at all about their relationship. Just that he'd cared about him very deeply. Vanyel...said he'd never seen him as emotional as he was after Van got back from Urtho's Tower and showed him an illusion of Urtho's face: 

:They're not even super close! I guess maybe they got that way later?:

:Oh, I don't think they were friends, exactly. But I think Urtho inspired him, maybe?: