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[blackwatermage]

Character(s): Neirenn and open.
Content: Neirenn's arrival in the city.
Setting: Promenade Terrace (H9)
Time: Morning, week eight (I think?)
Warnings: None.

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[blackwatermage]

"Well, that's good news," said Neirenn. Maybe not good that the person who'd left and come back had no idea how it had happened, but it was a starting point. People could leave.

"I kinda figured these people were strange," she said, watching one move past on some errand in the distance. "Somehow that doesn't sound too surprising--they don't really seem like they have a lot going on up there," she said, tapping the side of her head.

She looked up at the distant ceiling of the domes. "Hang on, I'm going to try something." Concentrating, she brought up an image of her house in her head, and gathered the magic from inside and around her. The regular spell this time, not the dark one... tendrils of light and insubstantial butterflies drifted around her, and she felt herself fading out--

--but there was a wall, and there was nothing, and blinding light--Neirenn felt as though she was tumbling through space for a moment before she landed back in her own body, which didn't seem to have moved at all. "Ah!" she gasped, staggering. Well... that hadn't worked.