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[rosae]

( The feed opens to a woman who's clearly seen better days, hair a mess of disheveled layers and eyes circled in dark. Fellow Warmbloods might be able to relate to the way she moves — as though hardly daring to, even the most subtle shifts of her body resulting in little stabs of pain.

Despite the wince that flinches across her features as she settles back against a nest of pillows, the woman offers a quiet laugh. )

This is probably the worst time to show my face on here, huh. But I hope the rest of you who have this flu, or whatever it is, are taking care.

Anyway, since all I can really do is sit here... ( —a wry little smile; it's been weeks and she's still not too thrilled about being home-bound— ) ...it's been giving me a lot of time to think.

( She reaches very slowly for something that was just off-screen, drawing it gingerly into her lap. It's a brown teddy bear. )

This is something from my home that ended up here with me. It's my daughter's. When she was little, she had a very hard time with sleep. ( An understatement to be sure; the progressively dangerous sleepwalking spells are what she now knows were supernatural callings to her daughter's fractured soul. But Rose won't divulge that quite so openly. )

This guy brought her comfort, so in turn, he brought me comfort, too. ( She can't quite hold the stuffed animal to her chest the way she wants to, not with physical contact being as painful as it is, but one arm dares to loosely curl a bit closer around it, protective. )

Do you have anything here with you, from your home? If you don't mind sharing, what does it mean to you? This sick old lady would love to hear your stories.

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[rosae]

Oh... wow. I think you hit the nail on the head. ( Rose laughs a little. Yeah, that's— a pretty astute conclusion! Looking back now, she can definitely see how it was the case. Why she chose some of the things she did.

And perhaps why, even now, she fights so hard to hold onto things. )

Okay, if I needed any more convincing, I definitely don't now. ( Zero sarcasm there — spears > swords. Now that the young woman's said all this, it makes sense, really. ) If I find the weapons' place around here, I'll have to check out their spear collection...

( ...And work on some upper body strength. She's probably going to need a bit more than what years of yoga classes provided. )

Electrified... Is that by magic?

[laruetheday]

[ Clarisse nods, smug. She's spreading Spear Supremacy throughout Trench, one person at a time. ]

I can hook you up if you ever want to practice. I have a bunch of weapons. And yeah, it is. Magic, I mean.