This is fascinating, but it's also a magnificent distraction. Chalk one more onto the list of things she's thought of that Sasha might be able to do with that power.
And that sends her thoughts skipping back to Sasha's revelation in the hallway, and wondering how connected they are. It's a difficult situation - this is important, but the situation with Jedao is important, also. As is the matter of Sasha's ties, left still unexplained. Her hands occupied, Reshad pets the hatchling rather than finding any other way to fidget. Mimicking its silver cohort, perhaps, it stretches its neck toward her hair. Gently, she pulls it away, a few black strands coming forward of her shoulder courtesy of the curious hatchling.
"That's very kind of you, Cantata, but in this case there are things we need to know."
"Calendar... normalization, is what they called it, where I came from. But it was suppression, none the less." It's a small verbal circuit, a bow to what Sasha's already said. "As far as I know, exotics from the calendars subsumed failed to work under the true calendar, but I'm no mathematician. Perhaps Remi might be able to help with your testing?" Aware that she's pulling yet further off topic, Reshad tries to bring it back.
Two exotic abilities functioning under some version of the high calendar, though, is enough to distract anybody.
"Ione, does using your ability put you at risk in ways that wouldn't apply to any one of us?" It's an inelegant phrasing, but the question looms suddenly large.
Re: stray hatchlings, stray wolves, stray teacups - paging everyone, esp. Alaric and Reshad
And that sends her thoughts skipping back to Sasha's revelation in the hallway, and wondering how connected they are. It's a difficult situation - this is important, but the situation with Jedao is important, also. As is the matter of Sasha's ties, left still unexplained. Her hands occupied, Reshad pets the hatchling rather than finding any other way to fidget. Mimicking its silver cohort, perhaps, it stretches its neck toward her hair. Gently, she pulls it away, a few black strands coming forward of her shoulder courtesy of the curious hatchling.
"That's very kind of you, Cantata, but in this case there are things we need to know."
"Calendar... normalization, is what they called it, where I came from. But it was suppression, none the less." It's a small verbal circuit, a bow to what Sasha's already said. "As far as I know, exotics from the calendars subsumed failed to work under the true calendar, but I'm no mathematician. Perhaps Remi might be able to help with your testing?" Aware that she's pulling yet further off topic, Reshad tries to bring it back.
Two exotic abilities functioning under some version of the high calendar, though, is enough to distract anybody.
"Ione, does using your ability put you at risk in ways that wouldn't apply to any one of us?" It's an inelegant phrasing, but the question looms suddenly large.