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[inlaid]

So tell me something.

If someone wants to go home the people in charge here will do their best to get the portal aligned so they can do just that. At the same time, there's no guarantee they'll ever manage that that someone. Which means that a person waiting for a chance to go home could end up waiting not just for weeks or months but years. Maybe even the rest of their blighted life.

Knowing this, do you think it's better to hold back putting down roots just to make it easier to get up and go if the time comes? Even if it means you may be living your life among the people but distinctly separate from them as they build their lives here?

Or is it stupid to waste time, to waste your life and potential happiness on the off chance that one day you may get to return home one day?

[Is she just being stubborn because she won't be a Council Agent anymore if she doesn't return home, or because it feels like she's selling out for an easier lifestyle and having magic at long last? Her pride and sense of honor stings at the thought. The idea of never seeing her family again, of trading them up these things makes her taste ashes in her mouth. Then again she doesn't really have a choice in the matter right now anyway. She's not actually giving anything up at this point.

Really, the more she thinks about it, the more she's coming to realize that no matter what happens, she's going to have to make sacrifices of one sort or another.]

If any has an opinion or any insight I'd appreciate it.

[There's only so long she can sit on this fence before she drives herself even crazier than she feels now.]

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[eternalmagic]

[He'd expect more typos if she was drunk. But this isn't actually better, because having a crisis while sober usually means it's that much worse. It takes him a little while to answer, and in the meantime he's thoughtful.]

My advice is, don't waste your own time.

I'm at Gramarye if you want to talk.

[inlaid]

[Bryn wouldn't call this a crisis but that's really only because a crisis for her involves something like a building is about to blow up if she doesn't get there in time to shut it down, or some airship is going to crash into the river and the pilots are knocked out and she's the only one who can try and wrestle the craft safely to the ground. Something like that feels like a crisis to her. This...this is like finding a brick wall in her path and not knowing what tools to use to knock it down.]

That's the plan. Figure this shit out one way or the other and go with it.

And yeah, that sounds good. I can pop by your...office? Do you have an office there?

[eternalmagic]

Probably, but as of yet there's nothing in it.

[Give him time, though.]

Meet me in the library. If you'd like more privacy, we'll find somewhere else.

[inlaid]

I'll have to bring you an office-warming gift at some point then.

Library works. Privacy isn't an issue, though a garden might be better just for...space? Just in case. Garden or courtyard or something.

[eternalmagic]

You have yet to either escort me beyond the wall or join me for dinner, for the record.

Make it the garden, then. [Don't have to twist his arm about that.]

[inlaid]

That is very true, I'm a terrible person. Would an impromptu picnic make up for that until I can do one or the other?

[Just because she's struggling with shit doesn't mean she's in a depressive funk that has stolen her appetite.]

[eternalmagic]

That depends on who's responsible for the food.

[inlaid]

Me of course.

[eternalmagic]

That's the right answer.

[inlaid]

Does this mean I get an A, professor?

[eternalmagic]

[Well, at least her inner struggle hasn't ruined her SASSMOUTH]

It's extra credit. You'll be graded on the picnic.

[inlaid]

[Inner-conflict and upset may come and go but Sass is Forever.]

Fair enough. I'll be sure to impress. Be there in thirty or so.