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Elathea is mid-leap when the oath snaps like an overstreched arm. Her spear slips from suddenly nerveless fingers to land point down in the dirt with a dull thud.
She is too concerned by the reverberating resonance in her soul to correct her course, the thrumming oscillations building and building til they too snap-
-at about the same point she is violently knocked out of the air.
Micqui - probably won't be the one providing those. She's closed off, expression severe.
"...Mama updated me on everything," she says.
Elathea sits next to her wife, putting an arm around her shoulders.
"And you have thoughts, I take it?"
"At this point... We don't."
"It is my hope that having identified the problem, we can now begin to work on solutions or effective strategies for mitigation."
Nod.
"Yeah."
She's quiet for a good long moment, then: "I'm going to make - contingency plans." She's never looked (never felt) so tired.
"I love you both, but - I love the twins more, if it comes down to it."
Small, fleeting smile.
"I - won't tell you what they are, probably."
"But I want to help with the avoidance and mitigation stuff too, especially since..." She makes a face. "...The Sidereals are crazy, too. Obsessive, and - it's impossible for me to tell if it's cultural or selection bias or what - but."
"If it's something about being Exalted... There's a risk for me, too, and - there's a risk for Samira, and for Layla if it is Essence and sorcery is enough, or if she ever Exalts."
"Mm. There is much to consider, yes. Luna is aware of this as well, and I think will be lending his aid."
She nods. "That'd be - easiest, I think." Deep breath, and - up?
She sits on a bench in their gardens - away from the area they'd fought in, out of sight - and calls Luna's name.
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