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Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2024 3:40 pm
『 They tell me home is where your heart is 』xxxxx xxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Location: Dungeon within the Capitol When it takes place: One day after the Apology Time: Late at night
Summary: Rumors are flying through the Capitol after a strange woman was able to warp onto one of the teleporters specifically used by the those of high noble standing. The woman was taken into custody after refusing to show any identification of her lineage or even passport. Plus, she was causing a panic given every breath she took poured mana across the area. Strangely, even if the woman wasn't complying with requests to identify herself, she did peacefully go with the teleporter guards. This incident took place several hours ago. Since then, the guards have been questioning the stranger relentlessly but are unable to produce any real results. The woman has stuck to her initial story which is a flat out lie and any threat of further jail time seems is met with a roll of the eyes.
Reasoning by intruder: "Deia Isernia is expecting me. Can you please just get her?" Above request has been denied and isn't even being entertained as Deia hasn't issued any such notice to the guards.
Appearance: A tall woman with long blonde hair and soft pink eyes. She was wearing jeans, a strange T-shirt of some human band, and a leather jacket. Mana pours forth from her mouth with every breath that she takes.
Current Activities of Prisoner: Sitting against the opposite wall, running down the necessary components for various spells. The prisoner is located in a cell that has an anti-magic seal on it so any chance of casting said spell is impossible. Still, she keeps going over them. Anti-magic seal has the added benefit of stopping their mana breath as well.
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Posted: Sat Aug 24, 2024 4:27 pm
“Sire, I assure you the teleporter guards have it covered, you don’t need to go down there yours-”
“Listen Cavendish, I know you are concerned about the solidarity of my schedule, but I need to see this for myself. You aren’t going to change my mind. Just reschedule my morning commitments to tomorrow.” Ash Isernia said firmly, practically jogging to his destination wearing immaculate royal wear of gold and purple…or rather…as stunning as Ash was ever going to be. Ever since he took the crown he had always rejected the overt grandeur of excessive attire; what he had on was as fancy as Ash was ever going to appear…And even then he would do something completely unfitting of such royal garb like try to ‘hoop’ in it. Most of his staff have stopped trying to stop him at this point.
Cavendish, his human secretary, sighed as he sped walked behind him. He was an older male, so keeping up at this pace was pretty exhausting at this point…and what was perhaps more exhausting was that he would have to reschedule his lord's commitments since there really wasn’t any room for them to be rescheduled. Vacancies were rare when you were a king-less when you managed two once divided kingdoms as one. Noticing the fatigue on the man’s features, Ash intentionally slowed down, “Listen, I’ll help move things around…but this is important…” he offered without stopping.
A woman…with mana breath. Sure it was something other arcane species could have, right? Honestly Ash wasn’t entirely sure. Still, something about it didn’t seem right-especially since this woman specifically asked for his mother and said she was expecting her. There was the obvious possibility that it was all some kind of lie…but…but what if it wasn’t. What was the connection to his mother? While it didn’t really make sense, what Ash really wanted was to protect his mother from whomever this was-even if she was already captured…so what more was left?
Suddenly the main dungeon door flew open, the guards rising to attention as Ash rushed in.
“At ease, And excuse me-I need to speak with the prisoner myself.”
“Uh..y-yes sir,” the men said as they caught Cavendish mouth that he was ‘sorry’ behind his lord. It was quite startling for people when the King just waltzed in without a warning. Things like that made people think that they often had done something wrong.
Quickly, Ash Isernia found himself before the cell of the young woman. Ash’s blue eyes were sharp…severe as he stood before the prisoner, scrutinizing every detail: Her blond hair…her attire…her pink irises. Once they finally met eye to eye, Ash simply locked his harsh stare firmly onto her eyes. Those eyes-...they were so similar to-... No, there were so many reasons why that was impossible. That was just his bias superimposing itself onto the situation. There had to be another reason why there were these similarities…another reason why they had access to the noble teleporters. “Who are you, and what business do you have with my mother?” Was all Ash said to the woman. He didn’t need to give her his title, a title she had no allegiance with. All he was before her was a man who wanted answers.
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Posted: Sat Aug 24, 2024 6:06 pm
『 It's in the air and it's all around 』xxxxx xxxxxxxxxx Location: Prison xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Company: Ash xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Internally: ******** style="color: white">xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Wearing: Jeans, black shirt, and a leather jacket.
Mephitis paused his infuriating memorization of spells and required components as he heard a commotion at the end of the hall. Pink eyes snapping to one side as he swore he heard a familiar voice. That couldn't be right though as the voice hadn't been feminine in the slightest. His mind had just been playing tricks on him after several hours of being in this damn cell. Honestly, he was starting to regret this decision entirely because these idiot guards refused to let Deia come see him. She was the last person that needed protection. Granted, they hadn't seen each other in a year. Had she started to grow weaker... Or was his perception that she was so powerful an inherent bias? Focus, Meph.
Mephitis realized that the footsteps coming down the hall were very real. It had to be one of the guards or perhaps someone higher up. Definitely higher up. They walked like they were on a damn mission so they were treating this as urgent. So it might be... Ash. Those pink eyes grew wide as if he was staring at a ghost. The two hadn't faced each other since the duel and the explosion. The way they left off felt... Off. Mephitis might not have been vying for the crown anymore but he wasn't sure if that removed the divide between them.
Mephitis just closed his eyes and sighed as Ash interrogated him. This was not how the mage wanted things to go. However, staying silent would get him nowhere now. To Ash, the blonde simply decided to stand up and walk over towards him. Was it an attempt to intimidate him? Did she not know who he was. The woman stopped just a few inches from the bars before staring right into Ash's eyes. Mephitis took a deep breath and whispered in a way only dragons could, "From nightclubs and talking like some punk to nobility and acting like a king, feel like we swapped styles." Mephitis let out a short laugh but it wasn't sure if the idea was humorous. "Ash. Please keep your words to a whisper from this point and send away anyone that might listen in on this. I'll tell you what you want to know but you need to get Deia for me after."
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Posted: Sat Aug 24, 2024 10:32 pm
Ash’s position remained firm despite the way the mysterious woman approached him from the other side of their cell. God those pink eyes were so…uncannily familiar. The mana burns under his attire suddenly began to inch, radiating with discomfort as the memory of combat bled into his thoughts. Even with arcane armor, Ash wasn’t able to walk out of that explosion unscathed. Ash couldn’t show any sign of weakness now, not with this chick brazenly approaching him as if being a prisoner wasn’t a big deal to her.
“Excuse me? acting?” The Dragon demigod’s face twisted as he echoed back her words in an incredulous hiss. Who in the actual hell was this person to think they could say something like that. Before Ash could protest, the woman made a request that he send away everyone in the room. Irritation was clear on the man’s visage. “Do not speak to his majesty like tha-” Cavendish barked from behind Ash, but was cut off when Ash raised a hand slowly to gesture to him to stop. “Could you get everyone out of here Cavendish and clear the dungeons?…” Cavendish looked confused, but his faith was strong in his lord. “Are you sure Sire?” He asked once to ensure Ash was serious…to which the young king looked over his shoulder and whispered, “Please, I have this covered…” The older man bowed and left to round up all the guards. In the wake of Cavendish clearing the room, Ash summoned two golden sentries to stand at the main door to the dungeons…and soon…they were alone.
Ash looked back to the woman, his gaze still sharp and severe. “How about you speak your piece, then I’ll decide what follows. Do I make myself clear?”
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Posted: Sun Aug 25, 2024 10:50 am
『 It's in the air and it's all around 』xxxxx xxxxxxxxxx Location: Prison xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Company: Ash xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Internally: ******** style="color: white">xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Wearing: Jeans, black shirt, and a leather jacket.
Mephitis frowned a little as he studied the look upon Ash's face. It was clear that his nephew had taken offense to his words rather than catching on to the hidden meaning within them. Granted, could he really blame Ash for not connecting the dots? The King wasn't staring at a tall, blue-haired male right then. He was staring at a total stranger. A blonde-haired, pink-eyed woman that only shared some similarities with Mephitis' male form. Even Deia would be thrown off by the sudden sex-change. That's why Mephitis had specifically chosen to dye his hair blonde and to wear pink contacts. Blue hair and pink eyes would cause rumors throughout the empire. Blonde hair and pink hairs wouldn't while possibly grabbing Deia's attention. Well, that was the idea anyways.
Still, Mephitis managed to get what he wanted. Everyone was sent away. He didn't need to worry about revealing his true identity now since it was just him and Ash. No one needed to know that the pariah was walking about their kingdom. Mephitis' eyes followed the attendant as he left and even continue to peer to the side when everyone was gone. Those pink hues only snapped back when Ash spoke up. "I understand. Just... Be ready to suspend your disbelief cause Wild Magic is involved." He took a deep breath and said, "Mephitis Isernia." He took his finger and just pointed straight at himself. "It's me. Yes, I know I'm not sporting my awesome blue hair right now and I'm a woman. The gender change was brought on by a wild magic outburst I suffered while drunk. The blonde hair is because I dyed it. Partially to sneak into the capitol. Mostly though, I thought if I looked exactly like our mother, I'd grab Deia's attention. Need her tech in order to stop the mana-breath ever since I lost my mask."
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Posted: Sun Aug 25, 2024 8:11 pm
Mephitis Isernia…Ash’s features sharped with a mixture of anger and sadness. His uncle…that was why he was standing in front of this stranger in the first place wasn’t it? The mana breath…the pink eyes…all of it resonated with old and bitter memories…And yet, despite all that he wasn’t sure what exactly he would even gain from being here. This woman was clearly not him-or so he initially thought. So, for the brief moment between the reveal of the late dragon king’s name and further explanation, Ash was beginning to think himself foolish for even hearing things out. He was just…chasing a ghost at this poin-...wait…what?
Wild magic provoked by alcohol? Gender changes and dyed hair? All to look their ‘their’...er…probably his and Deia’s moth- wait wait wait. There was no way this was real right!? Ash’s features shifted into something teetering between mild belief and incredulousness. His uncle did have his altercations with wild magic…but then again he had mastered that flaw hadn’t he? Also if he was truly Mephitis then wouldn’t he look…injured? Or even scared like he was. Ash didn’t take his eyes off the woman, but it was clear that he was at odds with his own mind. As his nerves and anger mingled into a confusing cocktail of emotion, the dragon couldn't help the way his chest and neck itched…the scar that burned flesh and scale alike into a patchy calloused exterior over nearly a third of his chest in the right side of his neck. Ash craned his head the left, revealing the beginnings of a pale and leathery flesh as he scratched at his collar. While trying to listen to the rest of this woman’s story.
“You’re kidding right? D-do you take me for some fool!?” Ash barked back, his temper getting the best of him. Gold scales with the occasional purple blossomed on his skin, his draconic plumage echoing his frustration. “You think you can just walk in here and pretend you are the late dragon king, the very one who I fought over for the crown, the very one who would rather see me bleed than listen to me!? You must be daft to think that impersonating that man was a good idea and more insane to think that gives you the right to ask anything of us. I don’t care what you need woman…I suggest you come clean, because I will most certainly have you rot in here before i even consider some stranger making demands of my mother.”
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Posted: Sun Aug 25, 2024 8:59 pm
『 It's in the air and it's all around 』xxxxx xxxxxxxxxx Location: Prison xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Company: Ash xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Internally: Failed xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Wearing: Jeans, black shirt, and a leather jacket.
Well, Mephitis certainly couldn't say this was unexpected. This entire scenario was far beyond just fantasy. So utterly ridiculous that it essentially spat in the face of logic and reason. Although, Mephitis didn't like the idea that he'd rather see Ash bleed. Those soft pink hues narrowed at the current king only off those words. Was that how Ash viewed him? A kin killer? Mephitis' mind wandered back to the days before their battle. His obsession surrounding Tiamat beyond even his current hatred for her. To him, there was only one way to pull the clan into line. It was to bring down Tiamat before her very offspring. It was to show everyone that the gods above were nothing to them now. Ash became an obstacle because of that. Although, Mephitis could have at least heard him out.
"Ash, I never wanted to see you bleed. You're family but I also..." Mephitis sighed as he started to shift about. His eyes growing distant. "I wanted to take Tiamat down, not you. For that, I needed to be king and Tiamat clan needed to stay as is for a few months longer. I want to believe it was so I could make sure splinter groups loyal to her wouldn't rise up. Really though, I just wanted revenge. I wanted to see her suffer for what she did to me."
Mephitis strangely didn't apologize for his actions though. He just focused in on Ash again as he continued on, "I'm also the only one who knows the street kid who showed up at my dorm in Rengoku one day, claiming to be my nephew. Think about how ridiculous that seemed when my nephew looked as old as me. That and the fact that my nephew was a clone of Astarot. Do we want to play twenty questions about that? Will that prove I am who I say I am?"
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Posted: Sun Aug 25, 2024 10:29 pm

Deia Isernia
Deia strode into the dungeon, regal bearing echoing through the stone walls. Vibrant green hair framed a face where delicate emerald scales shimmered in the dim light. Piercing red eyes, sharp and focused, revealed a mix of determination and concern as she ventured deeper into the shadows.
Her attire was a masterpiece of gothic and baroque design. The rich black dress, adorned with intricate golden embroidery, showcased a structured bodice that accentuated the waist and broad shoulders with wing-like extensions, enhancing her majestic presence. Long, fitted sleeves with golden accents flowed gracefully, while the voluminous skirt cascaded to the floor, its sweeping train mirroring the elaborate embroidery above.
Atop her head, an elaborate crown further amplified her imposing presence. Its tall, open framework and spire-like projections evoked the pinnacles of a gothic cathedral, creating a halo effect around her. The delicate gold filigree of the crown seamlessly matched the dress’s embroidery, reinforcing the commanding appearance.
Moving with a measured pace, her heels clicked against the stonework like a metronome, echoing in the otherwise silent corridor. The elegance of her presence was unmistakable, her aura commanding respect and awe. Servants parted like the sea before her, a routine she barely noticed. Reports had come in that the emperor had deviated from his schedule to clear the dungeon for a private chat with a prisoner. This sudden change piqued her curiosity, prompting a determination to uncover his intentions. The regal queen mother came into sight of the two younger dragons.
"Your imperial highness." She tilted her head slightly, addressing Ash by his royal status as she did not know what the situation was. "I was informed your schedule changed."
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Posted: Mon Aug 26, 2024 7:18 pm
Bull****...If that was the case then he never would have had to fight his uncle in the first place. Ash wasn’t buying it. At this point he could feel his talons testing the resilience of his scales that were decorating the palm of his hand as his fists tightened with contained fury. It was just…the audacity of this woman to commit to such a bold face lie was just- what? What was that? “Revenge?” Ash echoed back while Mephitis continued his attempt to convince him of the truth, his features suddenly becoming…wounded. “So your revenge validated what you did and gave you the excuse to just… Ignore everyone? Those were your priorities? Are you sure you weren’t the one acting like a king, using it as a vehicle to carry out you- no, no no you’re not him…”
The young dragon pinched the bridge of his nose. The truth was he never wanted to be in this position…but he couldn’t stand the mistreatment of everyone any longer. And whatever argument he proposed never even reached his uncle’s ears. So taking the crown by combat was his last resort…Ash scoffed and scratched at his neck again, the warped scales itching once more. He was about to dismiss this entire conversation, reaching the end of his patience despite the fact that this woman seemed to know so much about the situation…but then Mephitis brought up the first time they had met. Suddenly Ash was just…frozen…shocked…confused. Suddenly his anger and frustration gave way to emotions that started to humor the possibility that this woman could actually…be his uncle. “How do you-“ he whispered before the rhetorical question was cut off by the sound of the dungeon door; there was only one person who his guards would allow in.
The moment he heard his mother formally address him, Meph could catch a slight sigh slip past the king’s lips. Being the ruler of two dragon sects…and potentially a third…if his younger self could see him now. God he hated what came with it. The drama, the suck up leeches, the people trying to put him against their enemies, the over the top praise and formalities. But there was no other option. “they can wait…” Ash returned simply to his mother, his eyes not even glancing at his mother yet-although his tone was notably softer when speaking to her.
Something was on his mind, clearly. He didn’t look angry anymore…just…puzzled, wrestling with things deep in his mind as his scales began to recede. “Wild magic huh?…” Ash looked the woman up and down, sizing her up a little as they both stood close to the bars separating them. “Did the wild magic give you a conscience too along with those airbags?” He spat. Despite it being an insult intended to jab at him, it didn’t carry with it the fury he once wielded. Actually, Ash seemed…more relaxed now…albeit still a little unsettled. “This woman claims to be your brother…” he finally turned to his mom, his tone very matter of fact, “and I’m starting to believe her.” After saying those words, Ash just…digested the moment. If this was true…then what? The demigod viewed Mephitis as a toxic factor in Dragon culture before…had things changed? All this woman wanted was a mask…right?
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Posted: Mon Aug 26, 2024 7:44 pm
『 It's in the air and it's all around 』xxxxx xxxxxxxxxx Location: Prison xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Company: Ash xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Internally: Failed xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Wearing: Jeans, black shirt, and a leather jacket.
Mephitis just remained silent as he watched Ash wrestle with his own emotions. If the Pariah of Tiamat clan had his way, they would have never met just now but it wouldn't be for Mephitis' sake. This meeting was only dragging Ash down and forcing him to understand a mindset that just couldn't be. The former king's mind had been warped to hell and back thanks to his father. He had let himself get lost within his own desires. It was the only thing that was truly holding the dragon together. That, and Aella. Still, there was one thing that ate away at Mephitis whenever he thought about the lead up to the duel. The dragon wasn't sure if he would have changed his choices. The only thing he regretted was losing control.
Mephitis' mind snapped away from these thoughts as his eyes swept to one side. Calculated steps, perfect in tempo, and in stride. He could hear it and he knew who it was just from that. His eyes staying locked in that direction until Deia could actually be seen and... What the ******** was she wearing? Mephitis' face scrunched up in confusion and amusement as he looked over the overdone dress that Deia was dressed down in. Had he worn stuff like this while playing the games of nobles? It was hideous. Honestly, Mephitis was a little thankful that he was no longer chasing the throne.
“Wild magic huh?…”
"Hm?" Mephitis flicked his eyes towards Ash again. "Yeah. It's..." It was wreaking havoc on Mephitis' body as he was becoming more certain that he was merging with the weave. That or perhaps the weave was tearing away at him. They didn't need to know that. Besides, Ash came back quickly with an insult. ********, Mephitis was so over being a woman. He wanted to change back. He decided not to reply in the end as Deia was finally here.
"Hey, shrimp. You mind re-injecting me with that nano-tech of yours? Also, what in the hell are you wearing? Pant suits stop being your style?" Mephitis just smirked as he looked his sister over again.
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Posted: Wed Aug 28, 2024 12:54 pm

Deia Isernia
Deia raised an eyebrow, her piercing red eyes narrowing slightly as she studied 'Mephitis'. If this was a rouse it was rather good, but these days dragon women would resort to anything to try and get close to her baby. She glanced over at Ash briefly, a softening in her gaze. It was a good thing her baby wasn't interested in girls. She returned her attention to 'Mephitis.'
"I don't know if I believe this story," she continued, her voice steady and controlled. "But if it is you, you’ve certainly landed yourself in quite the mess." That wasn't surprising though. She paused, letting her words hang in the air. "I'll give you the opportunity to give me something a little more substantial than a childhood nickname anyone at school could have overheard."
Deia's expression remained composed, not giving way to any hint of familiarity since he needed to prove himself a little more.
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Posted: Thu Aug 29, 2024 5:05 am
Nothing, the woman before him claiming to be the late king of the Tiamat clan didn’t say a single thing back when Ash spat his venomous comment. To him, it was entirely validated…but he expected something: a come back, another excuse, god forbid even an apology. But no, instead the woman looked to his mother, going as far as to tease her about her attire-which was a bit loud to be honest. Ash scoffed at the girl in front of him…walking in making requests as if she…he?…had done no harm. It pissed him off to think that ruling and allowing all the corruption, racism, and repulsive mistreatment to continue just to get an opportunity at revenge was excusable to him…like it wasn’t a big deal. Still…that was only IF this really was his uncle-which his mother was still skeptical about.
For now, Ash just remained silent. His rage causing his mana burn on his neck and chest to itch even more. Truth was, he didn’t understand anything of what Tiamat had done to Mephitis and why he was so hell bent on vengeance-even at the expense of others…but to blatantly ignore the things he allowed…Ash couldn’t accept that, and he didn’t hide it either. Ash wore his frustration practically hinged on disgust clearly on his features. If it was really him, then he would do him the courtesy of advising his mother to just give him a mask and then promptly kick him out of the kingdom. He didn’t need a mindset like that polluting the vision of the kingdom he wanted to create.
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Posted: Thu Aug 29, 2024 7:31 am
『 It's in the air and it's all around 』xxxxx xxxxxxxxxx Location: Prison xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Company: Ash and Deia xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Internally: Okay xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Wearing: Jeans, black shirt, and a leather jacket.
Mephitis ignored the clear signs of frustration and disgust from Ash. Closing the divide between them would take far more time and energy as they argued. Mephitis didn't have enough of either right now especially when their view points were so different. Mephitis had seen what Tiamat was to their clan and experienced the horror of being powerless before one. However, it came down to more than that. Personally, Mephitis didn't agree that Ash was king. He was a three year-old clone of a dragon-god. Would he have attained the same power over Astarot clan if he wasn't? Had he been skyrocketed to becoming their leader because of what he was? The idea sickened Mephitis. However, Ash was family and Mephitis didn't want the throne anymore. So, he pushed it to the side... Mostly.
"Seriously?" Mephitis groaned out as Deia claimed she didn't quite believe his story. The hell did she think his intentions were. Granted, she had a point. Everyone called Deia shrimp back in the day. Only difference was Meph did it in a sort of endearing manner. "Fair. I see your point but you know..." A playful smirk spread across his lips as he leaned in. Oh, this would prove it and he'd give to have some fun with it as well! "After all the times you dressed me up, I thought you'd be excited to have a sister instead. Now, I can wear all those dresses you wanted!" That had been a rather strange and rough time in his life. Granted, it was so long ago that he didn't quite care. Right now, he just wanted to see the look on his sister's face. Plus, that should be enough proof, right? He wanted to avoid digging into the darker parts of their lives to prove himself.
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Posted: Sun Sep 01, 2024 12:46 am

Deia Isernia Deia raised an eyebrow, her piercing red eyes narrowing slightly. “Oh honey, you really think that’s enough to convince me?” she replied, her voice dripping with skepticism. “Anyone with a little time and some research could dig up that I used to dress Mephitis up when we were kids. That’s hardly the sort of proof I need.”
She folded her arms, the golden embroidery on her sleeves catching the dim light of the dungeon. “I’m not saying I don’t want to believe you,” she continued, her tone softening just a touch, “but you’ve got to give me more than easy childhood memories and cheap tricks. If you are who you say you are, then tell me something only the real Mephitis would know—something that can’t be found in old stories or from someone else’s mouth.”
Deia leaned back slightly, her expression a mix of patience and challenge. “Come on, prove it.”
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