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[Life has been fairly amenable to the Chosen, particularly since her return. Her alter-ego in the other timeline had done exactly as she'd have done: tricked some poor merchant into her service. So, set up with all the proper comforts she could find in this world, she's turned her brilliant and wicked mind to the acquisition of power and control. A bargain with Elissa Cousland had given her just the information she'd needed. A hook, as it where. So, with that air of false modesty she's put on before, she addresses the ships network.]

For those of you who have not met me yet, I am called Selene. For those that have, greetings to you.

I am a scholar of some note where I come from, and it has come to my attention that some of you have had trouble with mental domination through dark powers. Other people have influenced your minds and used you to weaken our collective standings. Moreover, I'm given to understand that there were murders due to this outside influence.

At the request of one victim of said sorcery, I have begun to craft ter'angreal, small objects of power, to shield the mind. A fairly common thing in my home, that. I'm willing to provide them to anyone who feels such protection is necessary. After all, we do not want a repeat of the last set of incidents. I'm told they were...unfortunate.

Feel free to contact me, and I will be happy to work with you on this.

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That's quite alright.

[She gestures, indicating he should come closer.]

All I need do is touch your hand for a moment. Delving is simple and will take no more than a moment. I just need to get a sense of what I am building the shielding weave around.

[He looks down at a taloned hand for a moment, eyes narrowed a bit. He doesn't know enough about her magic to even make real guesses, which annoys him.]

Does physical shape matter here? Because I have two of those.

No, not at all.

[She brushes that off with a shrug. It's not a big deal, not really. She's more Delving the mind, after all.]

That's good to know.

[Something that would only be useful in one form, after all, probably wouldn't actually help. Since he's going to be sitting here a while, he decides to shift. It's a bit more comfortable to be on the ground in this form. He's briefly shrouded in mist and a shorter, almost human young man takes his place, a little reptilian around the eyes, too toothy, oddly dark-skinned for his fluffy light hair, but almost ordinary, if tall. As far as he's concerned, he gave her plenty of warning.]

[Lanfear is totally unphased. It's such a small thing, Shifting, though she suspects it's more a natural thing for him instead of something done through the Power.

Holding out her hands, palms up she nods.]

Take my hands, and we'll begin.

[Oh, yes, this should be much more comfortable. He holds out hands much closer in size to hers, and with only very little claws.]

What do I need to do?

Just stand still and wait.

[And then Lanfear begins. Embracing Saidar and weaving flows of Spirit, Air, and Water throughout Chime's form. There's no visible energy, not to anyone not attuned to the female half of the Source but there's a definite chill to the weave. If Chime's species is capable of feeling cold, anyway.

Up and down she weaves, not moving or blinking. A Delving, probing the body and the mind and committing it to memory. She really does intend to craft a ter'angreal to shield his mind, after all. Just...not one that can block her own spells, of course. And unlike that unwitting buffoon Elissa, she doesn't leave a hook for her spells. If Chime's a being of magic as she suspects then it's possible he'd discover it, and that's not a chance she'll be willing to take.

After several moments of silence, she opens her eyes and takes a step back with a half smile.]

And the Delving is finished. I think I can craft your shield now.

[He can feel cold, and in groundling form it can even make him rather uncomfortable. Unfortunately, that's all he can really feel, stripped of mentor's magic as he is. Raksura are magic all the way to the bone, but only one caste can use it. Properly, anyway. With his past there's a slight sensitivity growing in his mind, and there might be a vague sense of something magical happening, but not enough to fasten onto.]

Oof. Lucky that didn't take very long.

[Mentor magic is much less uncomfortable.]

[She eyes him curiously]

Was that painful or discomforting somehow?

That would be overstating it. Unpleasant, let's say.

[And he remains a bit unhappy about groundling sorcery being worked on him, but that's beside the point.]

Fair enough.

[She turns and that vertical slash reappears in the air.]

I'll need a few hours to actually craft the shield now. It will take the form of a piece of jewelry, so what would you prefer? A ring? Necklace? Earring?

[Which is very interesting, but he suspects she wouldn't welcome questions about how it works.]

It would have to be a necklace, I think. Anything else might fall off if I had to shift in a hurry.

Alright then. I'll have it ready for you and delivered in a day or so.

[The slash rotates again, widening into a gateway and she steps through.]

Good day, Chime. May the Light illumine you.

[Ironic, but necessary for the act, Lanfear feels. Better to appear friendly and distant rather than sinister and threatening.]

[A bit of a wasted gesture, since it means nothing specific to him. He takes it for a generic farewell.]

Thank you. I'll see you then, in that case.

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