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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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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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