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[defyingfrigidity]

WELCOME TO YOUR PRIVATE CHANNEL, QUEENOFICEOLATION. FOR SECURE COMMUNICATION, USE 013.11.221.20 *** QUEENOFICEOLATION has joined 013.11.221.20 <QUEENOFICEOLATION> I think I've finally gotten the hang of these devices. <QUEENOFICEOLATION> So! <QUEENOFICEOLATION> There's no harm in setting up one of these, yes? <QUEENOFICEOLATION> (Thanks to those of you who helped me do so and I'm sorry if I frustrated anyone)

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[defyingfrigidity]

Of course! I'll inform Anna and Lorna as well, so they're not left wondering where the two of us disappeared to.

[manuscripture]

Then meet me in the library in roughly an hour and a half.

[defyingfrigidity]

Of course. I hope the rest of your work goes well.

[And Elsa will be waiting for him, in that same chair by the fire where he showed her the painting so soon after her arrival! She's already left notes for Anna and Lorna so they won't have to worry about either of them, so they'll be able to head out whenever he returns.]

[manuscripture]

[ Rohan returns right when he noted that he would; not a moment too late or too soon. Right on time. He slithers into the library, lips quirking at their corners when he sees the young lady propped up in her spot. ]

Wonderful. I am so glad that you wish to see my other home. [ His real one is here. He can FINALLY say that. ] Come over here, would you? [ He waves to her with one hand while the other fishes through his sweater and pulls out his key. The disembodied whispers behind his voice grow all excited and the curls of Fog and wisps of his cape flutter in anticipation of where they are going. ]

We just need to go through this door...

[ As in the one he just slithered through... The library door that he has shut and now sticks the key into. When it opens, Fog spills forth in a rolling sheet. It no longer leads to the hallway. But somewhere else entirely. ]

Keep an open mind~

[defyingfrigidity]

[Elsa can't lie, it's... a little unnerving? The whispers and the fog and all. She's still not sure she feels very comfortable with either of the gods of this land, but her doubts certainly don't extend to their people. Rohan has been nothing but kind to her, looked after her sister when Elsa was unable to... she has no reason to mistrust him, even if all of this looks a bit odd, so she'll stand and wait patiently, without any sort of hesitation in her expression.

In fact, once she puts the fog aside, she actually looks curious as the door opens.]

Amazing... I've never heart of magic like this before. [A pause, then she realizes he's holding the door open for her. Whoops! She'll just... head right on through.] Is this some sort of magic you can do, or is it all from that key?

[manuscripture]

[ For what it all is, Rohan's new fixins haven't impeded on his personality all that much. He can become eerily placid but there is no real threatening vibes that come off of him. ]

This key can turn any door into one that leads to Dyster. Mine leads directly to the mansion. It works this way in the Church too. [ Rohan ends his sentence by slipping through the doorway and into the wall of Fog.

What Elsa will see when she eventually follows with him is a front room like any other-- furniture, a fireplace burning with green embers which looks to have been set up to look like a shrine decorated with bones, teeth, and scales. Everything is black and white like that of coming panels. Even the paintings on the walls are grayscale. It has a certain lack of liveliness to it. ]

Make yourself comfortable. I have an upstairs and a basement too. She made sure that everything was perfect.

[defyingfrigidity]

[... Once again, a little unnerving with all the bones and such around the fireplace, but not enough to make Elsa skittish. In fact, she gets a bit closer, holding out her hand towards the fireplace. Such an odd color for fire... does it still burn hot, or cold...?]

I must admit, I'm a little surprised. [Her tone is light, amused even.] You're someone who has quite a sense of flair... to see such monochrome tones is a bit shocking.

[manuscripture]

[ The fire itself burns rather cool for right now. Should he throw something into it or start "talking" to it, it will grow hot. It shouldn't feel much warmer to Elsa than a cooling tea kettle. ]

I am pleased to see that you like it so. [ He smiles in that subtle Rohan way that he does-- not too obvious, but just enough. Warm like the fire in the fireplace. He lets a pause fall between them.

When he speaks up: ]

I want you to know that Anna is forever free from harm. The Fog God granted her instant rejuvenation if anything should ever happen to her.

She will show up right here without a scratch due to Her protection.

[defyingfrigidity]

[Elsa may not have known Rohan as long as Anna and Lorna have, but there are some things she's gotten used to. The way he smiles like that is one of them, and she can't help but smile the same way in return. She may have a lot of misgivings about the gods of this land, but Rohan... she trusts him, and that's enough for her to push away those misgivings for now.]

I hope she'll never be put into a situation where such a thing would be necessary. I've always tried my hardest to protect her, but in a land such as this... [Her smile fades a bit as she looks down at her hands; her green claw-tipped hands.] Even taking my new self into account, I don't know if I can.

[And that scares her more than anything. But she can't let that show right now, so she just shakes her head and tries to force that smile back on her face.]

... It means a lot to me, truly, that you care about Anna to the point where you ask your God to protect her. I... I know that's simply what friends do, but if there's anything I can do to repay you for that gift...