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[_estsanatlehi_]

She'd had a sneaking sense of Dread all day the day before, strong enough that her concentration was off and she hadn't been able to get into the bar until just now.

It was worse here, and not as bad all at the same time. She didn't like it, not at all.

Something was very, very wrong.

She just couldn't pinpoint what yet.

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[ooc: as far as I know, it was spur of the moment plot, but part of a larger plan]

[_estsanatlehi_]

(Just got an email from Aspen, so s'all good, if Jay wants to tell her that'd be awesome, otherwise we'll get Moraine or someone to let her know when I'm home t'night ^_^ )

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"Ana", Jay says quietly from his seat by the Bar.

[_estsanatlehi_]

She didn't whip around, not exactly, but she did turn quickly, almost sharply, nodding once before padding over to take the next seat, "Jay."

A pause and then, "What happened?"

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"Coyote is lost", he says without trying to soften it.

[_estsanatlehi_]

Her jaw tightened a moment, nodding once more, "I see."

She paused again, thinking, if she'd had a rocking chair she'd have been rocking, "And do we know where she's gone? Or who is at fault for losing her?"