Video, August 1

[littlemhigan]

What's the date?

[You might be somewhat startled by the suddenness of Castor's message, or even by the urgency in her voice. Maybe you're surprised because this is the first hide or hair you've seen of her in seven full days.

Also, she looks like hell; Sallow and wan and with eyes that look just a little bit red. There's also the faint sliver of something dull and metal along the bottom of the camera - an object in her lap that can't quite be discerned. ]

Please I...I went lookin' fer somethin've mine that ended up in the Width an' I...Althyk keep me, this date ain't right, is it?


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Comments

[spaceforged]

Yes, that's Black. [The Lion's eyes follow him as he walks out down the front pathway.]

He's not capable of fighting or flying yet or we'd be continuing this chat while I was in the air.

But, I agree. That invite sounds troublesome...yet, it's a possible lead. So we can't ignore it.

[littlemhigan]

Scares the neighbours an' looks menacin' then? There's worse te do, I suppose.

Ignorin' it would be the worst thing te do, if ye ask me. I'd rather be paranoid an' wrong than right an' with my pants down, if ye take my meanin'.

[spaceforged]

I agree. Even if it's a trap we have to go. We can't afford to let any possible clue, alliance, or threat go unfaced. Besides, I think we're both right. We can go and keep our pants.

[littlemhigan]

S' there been any talk of it? We alone in worryin, or is everyone a mite wary?

[spaceforged]

Most people are wary and picking their words with care on the network in case public mognet is being watched. It's a reasonable fear.

There are a number of ways they could have figured out we're here. But that means they have some kind of information network outside their empire. It makes me uneasy.

[littlemhigan]

Good. Does the heart good te know this is being taken seriously.

[ If nothing else, the conversation seems to have helped Castor focus on something other than her own feelings for the time being. ]

More'n likely they've no small collection've spies markin' us and our movements. Shame this's the first I've thought've it or I might've played at lookin' for 'em.

[spaceforged]

If nothing else, letting them track us without any interference gave us this opportunity.

[He doesn't like the obvious trap here but, it's a chance.]

Ordinarily, back home I'd say it was a huge mistake to risk this much but...like we've discussed we have no choice. We need information.

[littlemhigan]

Aye. I don' like it, but...

[ She seems to fold up a little around whatever it is she's holding. ]

S' important te know. Even if the offer's genuine. We need te know.

[spaceforged]

We do. No matter what we need to know whatever we can.

We'll keep each other safe if it goes south.

[littlemhigan]

I'll...

[ I'll be counting on you, she wants to say, but the thing in her lap is so very heavy and she makes a face as the words die in her throat. Instead she looks away again. ]

Ye. Sounds like a plan.

[spaceforged]

It's up to us to make it work. But I know we can do this.

[He offers a smile that reaches his eyes. Then he says, his voice soft.]

I have to go for a bit. I need to board the airship. I can immediately get back to you when I'm settled in the ship.

[littlemhigan]

Right. I'll be alright fer a few. Don't rush on my account, yeah?

[spaceforged]

I won't. I'll see you soon.