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After leaving a package at the bar for Daria, (because after all one could never have too many young minds to shape), Mesaana sat calmly at an out of the way table with a cup of tea.

A tall woman with short hair, icy blue eyes, wearing a rather elegant dress of grey silk sat having a cup of tea. Not what you would expect for a Forsaken.

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Angela's heart leaps into her throat when she sees Mesaana come into the bar.

She finishes her dinner.

She closes her book. She stands up and brushes off her clothing neatly.

She walks over and says, "Good evening, Lady Selae."

Not entirely composed, but better. She still fears Lady Selae more than anything else.

A glance up from her tea. A cool, calm gaze as she nodded carefully to the girl.

"Greetings, Lady Angela."

Angela sits carefully, with a small smile, because to frown would be rude.

"How are you this evening?" She puts her books down on the table, out of the way.

A sip of her tea as she watched Angela carefully. This girl was so very easy to manipulate. Little effort at all.

"I am quite well. Yourself?"

Easily manipulated because she's scared to death, really.

"I am better." She clasps her hands in her lap and leans forward. "My mother spoke to me. She said that she does not intend to change anything, when I go back home."

It might be hopeless, but she is still not sure what to do.

A calm sigh as she sipped her tea once more. Her brow furrowed with thought. This presented an interesting opportunity to stir things up.

"It is unfortunate, since even the knowledge of the event will alter the timeline... If it has not already been altered, or was ever the same to begin with at all."

Angela purses her lips and raises a hand to her head, rubbing her temple.

"It's all so confusing," she murmurs.

A rather withering look as folded her hands in front of her.

"Now, Child, did you really expect matters dealing with the Lace of Ages to be simple?"

"No, I suppose not."

She puts her hand down, places it in her lap again.

"I just...I do not know what to do next."

A long pause as Mesaana thought. Index finger tapping her lip lightly as she pondered.

"Any path from here will involve either acceptance or a rather drastic measure."

Angela might be able to work with acceptance.

But, she is curious.

"What...what sort of drastic measure?" she asks, quietly.

Her face twitched slightly, a dark cast on her face as she glanced into the murky depths of her tea.

"There are things that can be done about your situation... Not things that I can do, mind you. There is always a price for such power, but if you look hard enough... Well, if you do not find it, then it will certainly find you."

"Can you..." She swallows. "Can you tell me where to begin to look?"

She's more than prepared to do some work for this.

A worried, and serious look on her face. A long sip of her tea as she gave it serious thought.

"Like the Aelfinn and the Eelfinn, they are conniving, but not truly evil, simply different, and hard to reach, but maybe they could help."

A pause. She needed to keep her own hands clean of this matter.

"There are other ways to get what you need. I cannot caution you enough, and would even dissuade you from looking down such a road, though, I myself have occasionally made sacrifices for what I deemed a truly good cause. I have encountered entities in dreams, and... if you look hard enough and desire it enough, I have heard rumors of entities that could help you, but I cannot advocate such a path in any kind of good faith."

Angela presses her lips together, thinking.

All she wanted was her family back. Her mom and dad, her brother.

All she wanted was to go out of the door and have everything be just like it was--to be just one timeline, just one family, not one here and one out there.

It was a good wish, wasn't it? A good thing to try to do?

"I'll look. If I cannot find a solution, I will simply have to accept it."

And death is always a way out crosses her mind, for a split second.

Mesaana nods calmly. An interesting opportunity, indeed. One that certainly could not help but be to her benefit.

"Be guided by your judgment as you deem fit."

Angela nods. There's a small fight within her, but she composes herself quickly.

"I am sorry to bother you with my silly troubles, Lady Selae. Is my mother well?"

Mesaana nodded calmly. A sip of her tea.

"She is well... Lady Angela, your troubles are not silly, quite the opposite really.

There's a small snap within her and the tears come.

It's a mark of how very hard she's trying that there are only tears, and no sobbing.

"But I am the cause," she says softly, her voice wavering only a little.

Oh, this could be very useful. She could definitely use this to her advantage. Mesaana produced a simple kerchief of bronze silk and offered it to Angela.

"Your mother does not think ill of you, Lady Angela."

"She wouldn't." Angela puts the kerchief to her eyes. "Mom loves me."

Angela's heart aches.

Mesaana nods calmly, and sips her tea.

"There are some things that all of us are willing to make sacrifices for... If you seek, then you will most certainly find. Just be very careful."

"I will."

Slowly, slowly, she brings herself back under control, then folds the handkerchief neatly.

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