Looking for a messenger|Skyheort, Talen'sul

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Ann, deliberately looking every bit the 'noble' ranked Fire to keep anyone from questioning her, makes her way through the halls to where she'd learnt Locke's room was. She certainly doesn't want Lya to know that she was going to ask Damien to come. Even Ann was aware that Lya and Damien didn't particularly like each other... But she knew her uncle would help, if only as a gesture towards Shadow's memory.

Reminding herself that this is for Lya's own good, Ann knocks on Locke's door.

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"Come in," Locke called a bit absently; having just finished writing a letter and sending it off with a servant, he was now sitting on his bed, sharpening and oiling the twelve inches of steel that was normally hidden in his staff. Which wasn't to say he wasn't to be disturbed: Naturally, if he was summoned, he would hop to duty in an instant.

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Ann opens the door and walks in. "Are you Locke?" she asks, wanting to make sure she has the right room. Honestly, this palace can be more confusing then a clan in the middle of packing up to move.

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"Yes, I'm Locke," the blond assured as he put the steel away and set his staff aside. Looking at his visitor for the first time, he blinked, studied her for a moment, then smiled. "You must be Ann. I've heard the servants talking about the brave girl who was staying with us. What can I do for you?"

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Ann blushes faintly, but smiles proudly at the praise. "Yes, I'm Ann." Finding a seat, she looks solumnly at Locke, deciding to be completely honest. "I'm worried about the Queen. She's acting like Uncle Damien did after my mum and daddy died. I think he could stop her doing something silly, but I don't want Queen Lya to know he's coming. Can you take a letter to Clan Fira for me?"

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"Certainly. I'm worried about Lady Lya as well, and if you think Damien would be of any positive assistance, I'll be glad to help," Locke said immediately, mentally testing himself. There were probably two more long-distance jumps in him before headaches and nosebleeds threatened. Nodding, he held out a hand for the letter. "I'm going to need a visual of where Damien is. I'm afraid I'll have to read your mind for that," he apologized.

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"I know," Ann replies simply, handing over the letter. "We have lots of Minds in the clan now, since Elder Tres married Eld-Lor-" Ann trails off, frowning in confusion. Is Thelon an elder now that he's part of the clan, or an outsider Lord still? Making a note to ask Damien later Ann finishes, "Elder Thelon. It's all right." Closing her eyes, Ann focus as hard as possible on Damien's hut.

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"Elder Thelon? You mean Lord Thelon? He's part of your clan now?" Locke asked, even as he closed his right fist and delicately plucked the image from Ann's mind. "Well, congratulations. The Minds of Sensatia are very decent people, good to have around." He stood, tucking the letter in a hidden pocket of his mantle. "Thank you for your help," he said, taking his staff. "I should be back soon," he promised, and teleported.