Elisa-garg's reality. Castle Wyvern. Icy silence.

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It's been a few days since the incident with the mugger. Icy has returned to her routine of practicing with Hudson, Goliath, and the other fighters, filling the kitchen with goodness, sitting under the furniture to study, and spending time with Lex. The shock's faded from her eyes, and she even smiles again, but she hasn't said a word since she woke up the night after she knocked the man down. It's not a conscious thing, and she's rather mystified at her lack of voice herself.

Right now she's sitting in one of the living room windows, hidden by the curtain as she scratches away busily in a pretty journal that one of her sisters gave to her. Her handwriting is getting better, and the flow of words onto the page is soothing.

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"I have lived it, and even I do not believe most of it."

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One small broad hand pats hers sympathetically.

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"Strange, isn't it? Nearly ever member of this Clan somehow slipped through the ordinary passages of time."

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Her brow ridges shoot upward. 'Really?'

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"Of course. Goliath and the others were frozen in stone for a thousand years, Katana and her children came by means of the Phoenix Gate, Angela was raised on an island outside the natural flow of time, and you were frozen in an iceberg. Only Elisa and Chiyoko are truly native to this time period."

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'You're right. How strange.'

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"I have often heard it said that the truth is stranger than fiction."

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Icy nods, her pen absently doodling a small face with large eyes and a large grin.

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She smiles, having enjoyed the opportunity to play storyteller. "Traveling was enjoyable, in its own way, but I am happy to again call this castle home."

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Icy looks around. 'It's a good place.'

Better than the one she came from, though she still misses her clanmates.

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"You must speak of where you were from, sometime," she says. "Forgive me, but I have a fascination for histories, and tales of other lands."

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Icy holds up a finger, then hops down and goes over to her favorite end table. She disappears underneath it for a moment, then returns with a ruled notebook in her hands and reclaims her place on the couch.

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Desdemona watches and waits for Icy's return.

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She moves closer to her sister as the flips the book open and turns a couple pages, then she smooths it over her leg and offers it, her eyes going to Desdemona's face.

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She takes it and looks down to see what she's being shown.

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It's Icy's story. One of the first things that she wrote down, so the printing is awkward, and the wording is rather terse.

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And Desdemona is still learning how to read properly, but she makes the effort. "Amazing..."

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'Not as much as yours,' writes Icy on her scrap paper.

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"Do not be so quick to dismiss your own story, my small Sister."

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'It is not so hard to believe, except for the ice.'

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"I am not so certain. A whole civilization, hidden away for the rest of the world, in what must surely be one of the most inhospitable locations on this world?"

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'The older ones spoke often of a time when our land was covered with trees and animals. When the cities stood under the sky.' She pauses and fiddles with her pen, for the first time in her life trying to imagine what that must have looked like.

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"I cannot even imagine what that most have been like."

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Icy sighs and shakes her head. 'Neither can I. All I can see is the ice.'

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"Elisa calls this city the greatest in all the world, that she would call no other home. I fail to see her enchantment. It is dirty, noisy..."