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[teach-them-all.livejournal.com]

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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[teach-them-all.livejournal.com]

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."

[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

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

Angela's heart aches.

[teach-them-all.livejournal.com]

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."

[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

"I will."

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