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[h2][color=darkorchid][i][b]Victoria Belmont[/b][/i][/color][/h2][i][b][color=9932cc]Half-Elf, Bard, Level 5[/color][/b][/i]
[color=9932cc][i][b]HP:[/b][/i][/color] 33 / 33	[color=9932cc][i][b]Armor Class:[/b][/i][/color] 16	[color=9932cc][i][b]Conditions:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
[color=9932cc][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Coach House
[color=9932cc][i][b]Action:[/b][/i][/color] [i]Ritual Magic[/i] (Phantasmal Steed)
[color=9932cc][i][b]Bonus Action:[/b][/i][/color] [color=black][i][b]Morty[/b][/i][/color], [color=dimgray][i][b]Familiar[/b][/i][/color] stuff
[color=9932cc][i][b]Reaction:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
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	Victoria made a mental note to, as reminded by Baronfjord, pick Annick's brain as to her experiences during the last war and see if it relates to their present situation. She gave him a little nod in appreciation, fixing it into her mental "to do list", and returned to her Ritual Book. While she prepared to summon her otherworldly yet majestic horse, Victoria gave a passing listen to what the others intended to do with their day. It seemed that she would have company going into town, at least, though getting there seemed like it might be a bit of a chore overall. Hence, the summoning of a swift and sure-footed spiritual mount that she would most likely not have the ability to safely control in these conditions, were it not a product of her magic. 

	At the very last instant before the Ritual's conclusion, Victoria cracked open the front door just enough to get a line of sight to the outside. It simply would not do to bring the phantasmal creature into being inside of the Coach House, after all. Sure enough, the great beast appeared just outside; a potentially thundering beast of a horse with hair the color of fresh bone and socks of ebon black, the same color as its mane and tail which flowed as if underwater, untouched by the wind around it. An eerie, purple luminescence reflected from its eyes, steadfast and intelligent. It had the build of a warhorse and the poise of a noble as it waited patiently to be of use to its mistress. 

	Victoria had prepared herself for the day with an emphasis on being ready for an emergency, were it to arise. This meant that she kept her weapons and violin on her person, as well as her ritual materials (just in case). Her porcine thrall was another story - helpful as it was - Morty would raise some concerns amongst a population of folks who might have turned away from them, depending upon the rumormill kicked up by that pompous landowner, Laurent, who couldn't stand to be inconvenienced in the slightest. Victoria reminded herself that she still had, at the very least, her Raven to act as a second pair of eyes for her. With a quick mental effort, she brought her Familiar to herself and set it out into the world with a robust [color=dimgray]"CAW,"[/color] allowing it to ascend before committing her senses to it for a literal bird's eye view. 

	[color=9932cc]"I am off for Southmoor now, unless we have other business?"[/color] She paused for just a second, recalling that she wasn't the only one going on that direction. She held out a hand to Kosara and beamed a smile in her direction, offering, [color=9932cc]"If you don't mind, I can ride you in this morning. It's a little safer than walking. Faster, too."[/color] Southmoor was a straight shot from the Vineyard, but there was a bit of distance to cover that might have been notably uncomfortable with present temperatures. 

	It was at this moment that she dipped her vision into that of her Raven, who she had sent to scout from above. Her expression suddenly shifted. She had gotten a good look at the immediate countryside through her Familiar's eyes, and this view mixed with her memories from the odd dreams she had been having [i]and[/i] the details that Kathryn shared about hers. She immediately rushed out into the cold, clutching her black and gold shawl about her shoulders. [color=9932cc]"Kathryn?"[/color] she called from outside of the courtyard, eyes fixed on the mountains to the south and the snow-covered hills before them. She recalled that, in her dream, she gave a similar gaze in the direction of mountains with a sort of longing, as she had arrived from somewhere behind them. Victoria realized in that moment that, despite the difference of season, the horizon bore the exact shape as that of her dreams. The same mountains, viewed from the same angle and from the same distance. The same cluster of hills, be it that these were capped with white, rose in front of her. 

	Understanding, not quite complete but building into something more whole as each moment passed, fueled Victoria right then. [color=9932cc]"Kathryn, you need to see this."[/color] She had more questions now than ever. This meant that she [i]had[/i] to get into town, [i]had[/i] to convince the Medician to share what she could, [i]had[/i] to figure this out. Something was messing with their dreams, for good or for ill, and Victoria needed to know what it was and why. [color=9932cc]"You know what this means, right?"[/color] She turned back to her horse. It was time to get herself and Kosara into town.