Glaesen makes an arrangement with Lane

Characters in this scene: Glaesen, Lane

Setting Location: Sanctuary

Glaesen\_of\_the\_Dance — 03/29/2021

A woman with skin like glass drifts over the floor, slipping deftly between groups to stop a short distance away. She smiles faintly "Of interest I can find a plentitude, herein, yet drawn to thee do I find myself. Eadgyð 'twould be my name, may I gain the pleasure of knowledge of yours?"

Lane (MainStay) — 03/29/2021

Lane jumps a little, despite herself. There’s something strange about the way this woman talks, stranger than the peculiar sentence structure, but she can’t place it. “Call me Lane,” she says, trying to keep a confused frown off her face.

Glaesen\_of\_the\_Dance — 03/29/2021

"An address, Lane, that I shall endeavour to remember. Here have I found one that piques intrigue. In the airs around you do I see something, a scavenging mayhaps? One whom I may call Lane, perchance could we trade stories at this most august of events?" As she speaks a small, black scaled snake winds itself around her left arm - ending rested over the back of her shoulders.

Lane (MainStay) — 03/29/2021

Lane can barely keep up with the woman’s speech, let alone try to strategize. She fumbles around herself for a chair, then sinks indelicately into it. The lady with the weird name sees Dredger’s influence; that much, she got. Lane doesn’t want that to start another fight today, so she focuses on her last request. “What do you want to hear about?”

Glaesen\_of\_the\_Dance — 03/29/2021

Eadgyð smiles, "Of discovery, a tale, mayhaps of learning or of finding. Should such be, by you shared then by me shall like be shared."

Lane (MainStay) — 03/29/2021

Lane ponders that for a moment. Should Eadgyð be viewing her with her Sight right now, she might see some representation of Dredger communicating with her. Finally, she opens her eyes, and they’re clearer than they’ve yet been tonight. “A few days ago, I learned that I was similar to someone I wanted to admire. She told me...she told me she believed I could be different from what I am now, that I could grow to be more. She tried to show me I’m not alone. It impacted me, in the moment, but I think she’s wrong.” She smiled ruefully. “But she might change my mind. I’ve...had a lot of interesting conversations tonight. More than I expected to. It’s helped me see parts of myself that I...” A tinge of red colors her cheeks. “I don’t know if that’s the kind of story you were asking for.”

Glaesen\_of\_the\_Dance — 03/29/2021

"A story shared 'tis a story grown and in that speaking did I feel a growing story. I recall in youth, a day of six centuries past - there about, whence from a oaken grove came a shadow ophidian and corvine. Form upon the azure road did I watch and therein did I find her." With a flick of her wrist the snake shifts to a raven which drinks in the light upon her hand. "In the eyes of her I saw myself, in the eyes of me she saw the future. Now we dance together, let the light wash over us and the days slip by." The raven unravels to become a shadow identical to Eadgyð in shape - , giving a small curtsy before folding back into a snake to slither into the folds of Eadgyð's dress.

Lane (MainStay) — 03/29/2021

Lane watches, mouth slightly agape. Six centuries past. The strange style of speaking. “Are you the one who spoke to me on OMO, about trust?” she asks, trying not to stare too much. “My username is MainStay.”

Glaesen\_of\_the\_Dance — 03/29/2021

Eadgyð smiles further, "Ah, 'twas me. How goes the finding of it? Do you find yourself worthy? Herein I see one who acts with reasonable good faith, in pursuit of a place to be - mayhaps it has been found. To me this speaks of some trust deserved."

Lane (MainStay) — 03/29/2021

Black mist starts to pool in Lane’s left palm, but she closes it into a fist, and the flow is stemmed a little. “I see today and tonight as outliers. How can I not? I’ve never had a day like this before.” She sighs and unclenches her fist, revealing only her olive skin. “I’m still going to be trying to bring her back. My friend. Whether she wants it or not; I won’t know til it’s too late. And if I do bring her back, she won’t be like she was. And I...I don’t know how I can forgive myself, whether I succeed or fail.” The edges of her vision are beginning to blur. She swipes at her eyes, and turns slightly in her chair so she’s not facing the woman head-on. “But why do you care? Are you trying to take advantage of me?” A small sniffle. “You wouldn’t be the first.”

Glaesen\_of\_the\_Dance — 03/29/2021

Eadgyð looks somewhat more serious, a slight smile upon her lips - of excitement rather than of malice or demeaning amusement - "Of you the advantage I want for'd be inspiration. Seeking ever more to light sparks within my mind. Should, by their selves, your tales and paths bring such to me then little else would be asked, 'cept in well intentioned trade. Perhaps in the helping itself do I gain, perhaps in the giving is yield attained. Oft have I sought a diegesis to follow for but a time. Would you accept my aid, young one?"

Lane (MainStay) — 03/29/2021

Lane frowns. “What, specifically and entirely, is entailed in the help you’re offering?”

Glaesen\_of\_the\_Dance — 03/29/2021

Eadgyð smiles and laughs, it sound vaguely reminiscent of glass wind chimes. "For that I'd desire to know what help is required. I offer help in generalities. Knowledge, guidance, some little power, monetary support, the type matters little just that it be offered and - with luck - accepted. Name your price, Lane."

Lane (MainStay) — 03/29/2021

Lane’s eyes widen a little, and she leans forward in her seat. She feels like the air around her is buzzing. “I want to revive my best friend, as closely to who she was as possible, but with no connections to her family.” Some black mist drifts from one of her eyes, but she pays it no mind and continues, almost conspiratorially. “And I want a place where we can live safely. Where we don’t have to worry about being killed or controlled, or worse.” She stops for a second, seeming to realize what she’s just said, and her hands go up defensively. “Not that I think...I don’t know if it’s even possible. It doesn’t seem like it is. I just...I’m tired of running, and of living in fear. And I want her to be safe.”

Glaesen\_of\_the\_Dance — 03/29/2021

"In all of these can aid be lent by my, although covering them I would not do. By nature I weave the threads of binding, by inheritance do lands I own. My offer then, young Lane. Should this friend of yours be given breath once more then I shall seek to keep her from falling, I shall seek to help your redefinition of her, keep her shape of Self and mind. 'twould be a redefinition as the unsupported, by nature, collapse. Should near my demesne you find yourself, without pursuit harmful to me, shelter I shall extend. That you each give power or service in payment for residence, as chosen by you, that I shall not impose demands upon you beyond the mentioned, beyond hospitality or beyond other agreements - should you make such with I."

Lane (MainStay) — 03/29/2021

Lane is exhausted. She knows she should be excited, or suspicious, or anything at all. But she’s just filled with a sense of murky purpose. She can’t see any deception here. If she’s being tricked, surely it won’t leave them worse off than they were? “I—“ Her voice wavers, and she’s not sure she can string together the words. She takes it slowly. “I accept your offer of shelter in your demesne.” A breath. “I accept your offer to help keep Saria from falling.” Two breaths, deeper. “I accept your offer to help my redefinition of Saria.” And now, she speaks with less hesitation. “For as long as you mean me and Saria no harm, I accept these terms and will not knowingly work to bring harm to you.” She exhales slowly, and slumps in her seat. She must look ridiculous, but she doesn’t care. She’s just done something momentous, for better or for worse, and she can’t bring herself to feel anything other than a sheer tiredness of being scared.

Glaesen\_of\_the\_Dance — 03/29/2021

Lane (MainStay) — 03/29/2021

Lane sits there awhile, staring at the card. Anyone watching her would get the impression she was arguing with herself about something. Anyone Seeing her would know the truth. Eventually, her T-shirt and left forearm stained with inky mist, she reaches out and takes the card. It’s a long time before she gets up from that table.