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[atowncalledtreffy]

Sypha? Oh, she’s…..

Well…

You know. She’s a Speaker magician. So she’s very, uh. Insistent on how things should be and she’s so smart.
Much smarter than anyone I’ve ever met, so I don’t know what the fuck she’s doing with me.

Her feet are always cold.

[ukan]

[That last detail makes him grin] And naturally you're where she'll warm them?

[atowncalledtreffy]

[under his breath] Oh my god.

Yes.

She has a, uh. A way of talking, too, I guess. Loads of long, fancy words because that's what her people are like: they're able to memorize languages and stories. And she's stubborn, and she's impossible to argue with, and..

[He's hopelessly head over heels in love with her and it shows]

I don't have any pictures to show you or remember her. Guess there's nothing you can take with you in the afterlife.

[ukan]

You wouldn't trust one from the Admiral?

[atowncalledtreffy]

I'd....get weirded out. It's not that I wouldn't trust him - I don't fucking know him, no one's seen him - but the idea that he'd have to either see her or get inside my head with magic, and I don't like either of those options.

I don't want him knowing about her. Maybe that's stupid or superstitious, but I don't want to invite trouble on her head. Have her get picked up the way Adrian and I were.

[ukan]

If he knows about you he knows about her. But I understand what you're saying.

[atowncalledtreffy]

Well, I'm glad one of us does.