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[greatlightother]

[Friends Filter- minus Angelica. Honestly, if you think you're here, you are. If you're not sure, ask.]

I need a distr- change. Just something small. Something that maybe no one but me will ever notice, even. I'm going to paint my room and, I suppose I could just ask the Admiral to do it for me, but no. I want to do this without his interference.

I'd like it if anyone would be willing to help, though!

[Infirmary Filter]

Does anyone have any experience with pseudocyesis? [She is just stubbornly hoping she's right.]

[Private to Petronilla]

I need your help tomorrow morning. It won't take long, I promise.

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[Sveta had been worried for Angelica. But, unfortunately, by the time she was able to get to what Iago had said, it had already been taken down and Sveta could do nothing more than hope the aftermath wasn't as ugly as she anticipated.

...it seemed that hope had been completely dashed. So, as soon as she had a spare moment, she rushed off to find her friend, knocking at the door rather apprehensively.] Angelica. It's Sveta...

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[greatlightother.livejournal.com]

Yes. [It was mostly the truth, as complicated as that was. She began to move things around in the box and, when Petronilla moved them off of her desk, she put them neatly in the extra room in the box.]

And I'm not a witch, so please don't call me that.

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[damesuccubus.livejournal.com]

Not a witch. [Petronilla raised a brow at this. Not a witch, but something different? Well, there was all sorts of magic in the world. Some of it came from curses, from God, some of it from ancient spirits...]

Then what are you?

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A sorceress. [Finishing with that box, she stood up and brushed off her hands, looking around to see if anything else needed doing.]

Witches can use magic from talismans and spells. Sorceresses don't need those things. [It was both for information and...a warning, almost. Not that she'd ever use magic against her inmate, of course. But...the possibility was there.]

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[damesuccubus.livejournal.com]

[She hummed softly in her throat, mulling over this new information. She knew people who used magick and worked miracles without spells or holy objects - her sister-in-law, for one. Margaret had been able to heal people when she glowed orangish-pink, and she was sure that spells and chants weren't used.

It suddenly occurred to her that her new inmate was a lot like her much loathed sister-in-law. Yellow-haired, well-loved, and a healer as well.

Petronilla coughed to herself, biting back the familiar urge to strike something.]

How interesting.

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Yes, well, it's not exactly something I flaunt, so...it doesn't matter. [She picked up Boris to move him aside and resumed her packing of boxes.]

We should be finished soon and then I'll ask for two of your gowns back. What are your plans for the rest of the day?