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[There are books and papers all over the table, clearly Valds has been doing some research on what they've seen in the visions. She doesn't look tired, though she certainly feels it. Just because she didn't need to sleep, didn't mean it isn't better for her than drawing on soul energy. She's spent days just going over everything she could find, cross referencing every mention, careful to avoid certain parties who might demand she take some breaks every now and then]

I've been combing over the histories and legends for information on what I've seen. The shadows and monster I saw aren't in any of them, thought mentions exist in incidents related to the Dreaming. There's at least one mention of a dark pyramid, but I'm not well versed enough to really figure out what it means.

[Not mentioned: The involvement of the Death Plane]

There's several references to scientific papers by people at the Aisling Tower, and I've found a few of the texts that might prove helpful but haven't gone over them in depth yet. I could use some help if anyone has time.

[Hopefully someone does, she would really like to feel as if she were actually getting somewhere.]

I've also had another vision. Nerrin again, except he's older than before. There's also some kind of beast...I think. He was examining claw marks in their temporary shelter.

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[She was unwilling to admit her empathetic abilities over the network, but it didn't seem to matter since the effects of the past week were catching up to her. Valdis arched a bow, her irises bright scarlet in the next blink, an almost satisfied smirk on her fair face.]

The plants, the trees, the earth. Anything that moves with life can die...even gods. We know this firsthand.

[She released a sharp breath, shaking her head and holding a palm to her forehead as if in pain, then the video goes black as she turns off the feed.]

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The scarlet irises are a surprise, but even those are more insignificant than the smirk Valdis plasters across her face in the tiny video screen. When the image cuts out, a little flashing icon and CALL ENDED message are reflected in Rutile's hair, eyes, and outraged expression.

"Good thing I'm not fucking alive," Rutile mutters, and shoves the yimo into their pocket. The chair scrapes on the floor as they hastily rise, and the last thing heard is the heavy thud of their footsteps across the common room floor.