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SNAP.
velgarth reacts to the snap
grace-requires-nothing
South, a woman wakes in panic and throws herself out of her bed and sprints down the hall to the nursery.
And then crumples to the floor in front of an empty crib, sobbing.
:You felt it too:
The mindvoice is almost unrecognizable - barely holding together in words, ragged and mostly formed of pain and an awful negative space where something used to be.
That's understandable. Sola knows, though. What the sudden lack of a foundation under her has to mean.
She doesn't understand.
After a long time, :Karis. Karis. Focus. We need to send a message to Haven:
grace-requires-nothing
:I cannot -:
Except, she can. Karis fled Karse on foot, spent months in the wilderness, knowing her entire family was dead. She knows what she's capable of, now.
:I will go myself. Find - someone - for the Gate:
let's-make-a-list
The meeting-room feels far too empty.
Dara counts off her people. Keiran and Joshel, present.
Katha, present, though still trying to control her sobs. Her baby was numbered among the body count - well, the dead count. There aren't any bodies to be buried.
Shallan, alive. Siri, alive.
Savil, alive. Not weeping, which is impressive. She is, at this point, the only Herald-Mage left in the entire kingdom.
Marius, dead.
Tantras, she isn't thinking about right now.
Keiran was pregnant up until a handful of minutes ago.
She isn't pregnant anymore.
It would make a lot of sense for her to have emotions about this, but her emotions seem to be on vacation right now.
let's-make-a-list
They'd better get her a Healer at some point but right now the Healers are dealing with their own casualties. If that's the right word.
"Word from the west," Joshel says, heavily into the silence. "Happened in Lineas-Baires too. Half of - everyone in the city. ...Tashir's gone."
deadly-home-address
Savil twitches.
"Gate," she says, after a moment. "...On the permanent terminus. It's...Karis..."
down-the-river
Aber, dean of Healers', is among the disappeared. Gemma, after the requisite amount of back-and-forth sniping, will reluctantly stand in his place.
Dellar is gone as well.
Bard Breda has been running frantically around the Bardic dorms, trying to check rooms, but she allows herself to be dragged away for a middle-of-the-night emergency meeting. It's not like there's anything she can do about the beds they find empty.
Brightstar finds the collection of minds and heads straight for it, not letting any of the doors get in his way.
let's-make-a-list
Dara nearly jumps out of her skin when the meeting-room door bangs open again.
"...What?" She blinks at the unfamiliar young man. Or, no, not exactly unfamiliar. "Oh. Brightstar."
