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Akagalcia allowed herself to be carried without complaint, though the jostling as Rave hurried down alleyways brought another wave of nausea. She managed to hold down the rest of her supper, but only just. She kept her eyes closed, just trusting Rave's movements. This close, she couldn't hide any of her surface echoes, so she didn't try. <Strange that you should hold winter so tightly...> Warmth. Gratitude. Indistinct waves of contentment pulsed from her mind without stopping. They didn't obstruct Rave's borrowing, merely flowed around it, focal when he was not otherwise focused, like rain. <You boast and posture like summer sun. It is majestic.>

Silence, but for Rave's footfalls and the movement of sleepless Little Athredan, was all that remained until Rave had them tucked away inside the cargo container. They were in one of the brick, mortar and sheet metal warehouses. The air was stale and smelled like iron and carbon gases. Her nose was on fire, her senses still magnified from grasping The Void. She pushed herself up into a sitting position, snapping a palmcup's full of embers into her hand for light.

[color=SteelBlue]"You're going to need a new outfit, and not just because of the barf."[/color]

"I could clean the uppings... but you are talking about my furs being furs." Akagalcia held out her hand to Rave, the embers glowing more brightly. "Pull the cold around my hand. We'll start a frostwell so I can wash my face... and what did they mean, calling you mage? Is that what you meant when you called my power magic? What is that word for?"