Gabby: Impulse
The subject line of the email caught her attention immediately as it arrived, interesting enough to draw her attention from the Coptic glossary she had been studying. She skimmed it, her mind flitting from point to point, checking what it said against things she already knew. She let the noises of her haven fade away, the sight of the email itself, and traced paths for it, in her mind. Where could it go? What did she need?
I thought your madness was only dangerous to yourself.
I was wrong.
None of them could know yet. They were all too close to it, the kindred of her city, deadly serious in their playing. None of them would have it from her, although she saw that one other would know.
She sent a reply, asking for evidence. A response was prompt.
Then she sat for a few hours more, doing nothing, turning the next step over in her mind. Teeth pinching her lower lip, she emailed the last person most would expect. She expected that the gift would be appreciated, if not the warning.
I thought your madness was only dangerous to yourself.
I was wrong.
None of them could know yet. They were all too close to it, the kindred of her city, deadly serious in their playing. None of them would have it from her, although she saw that one other would know.
She sent a reply, asking for evidence. A response was prompt.
Then she sat for a few hours more, doing nothing, turning the next step over in her mind. Teeth pinching her lower lip, she emailed the last person most would expect. She expected that the gift would be appreciated, if not the warning.