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*Sophia grabs a bottle of the good stuff , a glass and heads outside the Vine and Dove to an alcove where she can temporarily escape the noise and bustle. On comfortable chaise in the garden she gazes up at the stars on the horizon sipping her wine a contemplative look on her face* *she muses out loud* Why did you move... action or reaction. Did you do it before or did someone with the sight foresee these times... who would know....hmm elves... they live a long time... what would be countless generations to mere humans would only be a few to them. *she gazes upward again* all this fuss... one would think it memorable now... tales that bards like to spin... a good story lasts... some like to write things down.. some in stone *she sips her wine* some on parchment. Aragen *she hoists her glass upward* are you at the center of this *rhetorically questioning the stars* *she wrinkles her nose* nahhh... you collect things...you document.... *she moves the glass over toward Lucinda* ...have you moved to protect magic from whatever locked up Rose's or did you protect your own from one of your kind? *she laughs* the protective mother? Like those tale of you being the mother of my Mistress... *she sips again* Ocean witch, slow and steady chaos is not your style and the annoying ones... what stake do you have in this.... *sips* where to look....