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-Zadireth had slowed down a bit to give Demearath a chance to catch up. "Yes, another witch," he replied easily, "though I would learn to let go of that terminology, if I were you. We are Chosen. And we are going to a place whose population is composed almost entirely of Chosen, many of whom would be much discomfited if you were to persistently call them 'witches' to their faces - though most will forgive a few lapses from a newcomer."
+Zadireth had slowed down a bit to give Demarath a chance to catch up. "Yes, another witch," he replied easily, "though I would learn to let go of that terminology, if I were you. We are Chosen. And we are going to a place whose population is composed almost entirely of Chosen, many of whom would be much discomfited if you were to persistently call them 'witches' to their faces - though most will forgive a few lapses from a newcomer."
 "As for your other questions - yes, I said 'see through time'. As to //how// that works, I haven't the faintest idea. She's the only one who has it, and she can get frustrated just trying to translate for those of us stuck in the here and now. It's enough to know that she can, in fact, really do it. The first time I met her, she was able to determine a good portion of my childhood, much to my discomfort, though usually it takes her more time to get any detail."}}
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 "I suppose it doesn't matter," she muttered indistinctly. "We have to go somewhere. Back isn't an option, and I don't want to stay in these ruins whether that's an option or not."}}
-{{wst>reh|Regret clenches around Demarath's throat as Ilirith goes into her tirade,antennae flattening against his neck apologetically. Honestly, he expected it would probably be something along these lines. It was a stupid question to ask, she'd lost so much -- though really, hadn't they both? But she'd had so much more to lose -- a position she seemed to accept, with the respect and trust of the Matriarch. And now that very Matriarch was dead, by the hand of one of her least favorite people in the world.
+{{wst>reh|Regret clenches around Demarath's throat as Ilirith goes into her tirade, antennae flattening against his neck apologetically. Honestly, he expected it would probably be something along these lines. It was a stupid question to ask, she'd lost so much -- though really, hadn't they both? But she'd had so much more to lose -- a position she seemed to accept, with the respect and trust of the Matriarch. And now that very Matriarch was dead, by the hand of one of her least favorite people in the world.
 And what had he lost, by comparison? Status he'd inherited from his mother, but little he could claim as his own. A job that kept him safe from the public eye and offered him a small chance to be useful, even if it had become mindlessly repetitive. A family... a sharp pang struck him as he realized, for the first time since their flight, that he'd probably never see his mother or his father Ashernath again. Even the thought of no longer having to put up with his sisters' political games had a tinge of bitterness to  it.
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 Ilirith gave Demarath a sideways glance, meeting his nervous gaze, and mumbled, "Yes. It was just a little... well. Disturbing."}}
-{{wst>reh|...It doesn't ''sound'' good. It doesn't exactly sound //bad// either, for that matter, just complicated. "It's... fine, I'm not angry or anything. I... guess I'll just try to avoid messing up any, uh, nice pretty arrangements of tiles we happen to come across in the jungle?" Or bland boring ones, for that matter. "Or... I'll just... try to keep this... difference in mind." His attention trails off a bit, eyes downcast, one forepaw tracing random shapes in the dirt.
+{{wst>reh|...It doesn't //sound// good. It doesn't exactly sound //bad// either, for that matter, just complicated. "It's... fine, I'm not angry or anything. I... guess I'll just try to avoid messing up any, uh, nice pretty arrangements of tiles we happen to come across in the jungle?" Or bland boring ones, for that matter. "Or... I'll just... try to keep this... difference in mind." His attention trails off a bit, eyes downcast, one forepaw tracing random shapes in the dirt.
 A short pause later, he abruptly looks back up to Zadireth. "I'm sorry, I'm still confused by this. You're saying that... everyone? Everyone with magic? Has some kind of... something about them, that they all fit neatly into these two boxes --" He gestures with his forepaws, holding an imaginary box in each one, "-- and you can tell which box someone's in by showing them some tiles. That... might be the strangest thing I've heard today, //including// the bit about someone who can see through time."
-"Have you ever tried showing the box to... you know... a regular takma, who doesn't have magic? What would they do? Would whatever they do reflect some aspect of... whatever 'being a Srian' or 'being a Kaean' means, attitude towards patterns I guess? Do //they// fit in a box?"
+"Have you ever tried showing the box to... you know... a regular takma, who doesn't have magic? What would they do? Would whatever they do reflect some aspect of... whatever 'being a Srian' or 'being a Kaean' means, attitude towards patterns I guess? Do //they// fit in a box?"}}
 {{wst>shyriath|Zadireth looked vaguely amused. "An Unchosen - a 'regular' takma, as you say - would not fit in a box; or, perhaps, it would be better to say they'd be in one of their own making. They might react like a Srian would, or like a Kaean would, or might react differently at one time or another, or might not react at all. But being Chosen, being born with magic, also means being born into one of those two boxes."
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 {{wst>reh|The explanation is met with some skepticism from the younger takma, but eventually he shrugs it off. Either Zadireth is right, and this is a weird magic thing, or it's a pattern found by someone who likes finding patterns in things. Given how few examples of magic-users he knows, there's no good way to tell. Soon he'd know more, though.
-There's a soft whine at the notion of moving again. //Already?/ He slowly pushes himself up to his feet, trying to ignore the lingering aches in his muscles. "All right," he replies, tone more unenthusiastic than he'd strictly intended. "I'm ready when both of you are."}}
+There's a soft whine at the notion of moving again. //Already?// He slowly pushes himself up to his feet, trying to ignore the lingering aches in his muscles. "All right," he replies, tone more unenthusiastic than he'd strictly intended. "I'm ready when both of you are."}}
 {{wst>shyriath|Ilirith climbed to her feet and buckled her harness back on. She was no less aching than the others were, but easing it could wait. Getting well away from pursuit might not. "Which way are we going?"