Brennan:
"You wound me, Lilly," Brennan says lightly. "But yes, lots of stories. I'm thinking one of them ends with, '...And that's why this young lady, whose name I have already told you, thought that you were going to try and affinate her,' yes? Which--" Brennan looks back at Signy for this next, "--by the way, I'm not. Affinations are Marius' department for the time being."
Brita:
"Other than the Trump of Our Uncle, which I would be Loathe to Use Directly. I do Not Believe we are Strong Enough to Withstand an Uncle, However Disconnected from Reality he may Be."
Celina:
Celina makes herself comfortable. "I'm not officially with a shell. I'm prospecting a bit. Bad timing that I run into a blockade."
Conner:
"I do have the gift of gab and a knack for identifying local needs and concerns." Rooker admits. "From seaward to court and a few places that aren't even in between."
Edan:
Gold eyes lift to meet the gaze of the stranger. "And my name is Edan. In my homeland, where a name can be a language unto itself, it would be, 'Edan ibn Bleys ibn Oberon al-Kehribar al-Salaamal-Djinn-al-Ghanii'. I am pleased to make your acquantance."
Folly:
Folly grins up at [Martin]. "Yes, well, at least I'm *your* pain in the ass," she says.
Garrett:
When she answers, he releases the breath he didn't realize he'd been holding. "Paige. It's Garrett," he says hastily. "Jovian just tore out of the infirmary. He jumped off the..." His eyes narrow as he notices her muddy clothes and bloody lip. "What the... What happened to *you*?" he exclaims.
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