I imagine, one day, there will come a time when people hear the words "certain death," and understand what that means. When you're told not to do something, that isn't code for "unless you think its very important."

I understand you can't precisely help yourselves, but for Havens' sake, think before you run headlong into danger?

Remy, I'm so sorry about that.
I was such a prat at fifteen, and you're a saint for putting up with me.

I'll come back soon, I just need a day or two to think things over. It's nothing bad, stop biting your nails.

Herald Talia, I will explain everything, when I can.

~Vanyel

[Guess who became tiny today? For whatever reason, the comm is on when it happens, and catches the kid's startled gasp. Where....where the hell is he?!]

H...hello? Anyone? [Wait. Confidence, Vanyel. You can do this.]

Show yourself!

Ironhide, Cliff Fitter? I believe a conference may be in order, for those of us foolish enough to have a try at this...ah..

Endeavor.

[Yeah, let's go with that.]

In addition, though have met miss Sabriel; Ratched Pamela, and...Catpaw. We should speak more if we're going to be working together.

Do you not agree?