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[PrivateNomad]

Amelie gets up, and returns shortly with ketchup.

Alistair also returns with ketchup.

As the two return, they find themselves feeling as if they have bumped some small mid-air object in their path, though they see nothing after a light breeze of air was felt by them.

[Projeck37]

"No, I have not seen one! Although it does remind me of a lyre!"

[Twinwolf]

Amelie blinks at the sensation, but moves on back to the table. Nothing she can do about it, right?

[IamanElfCollaborator]

As does Alistair, it seems.

[Kansa]

It was Elena's turn to be confused,
"What's a lyre?"

[Projeck37]

"It is a stringed instrument! Often shaped in a 'U' fashion."

[Kansa]

"I see..." she paused for a moment "Do you play an instrument?"

[Twinwolf]

Amelie glances at Alistair. "Did you feel... that, a minute ago?"

[Projeck37]

"I see..." she paused for a moment "Do you play an instrument?"

"I do not!"

[Kansa]

"That's a shame. Anyway, want to come and hear me play later." she looked around the rest of the people she had interacted with "You all can come too."

[PrivateNomad]

Serena continued to eat idly, finishing her plate fairly quickly; she went to gazing around the room, bright hazel eyes glancing about.

[Projeck37]

Nith nods.

[Kansa]

She clapped her hands together,
"Great. I'll be up on the roof in about an hour."

[PrivateNomad]

~Cinder~

     Out the window, they made out the rising sun and the dark clouds overhead; all the sky was tinged blue, from the massive forcefield that had been enchanted in the perimeter of the entire camp; each day one could make out dark blasts of energy rebounding against the shield and dark clouds of blight drifting around it, making one realize the sheer safety it gives them
     It was a collaborative effort; the shield, so massive, required a sizable upkeep of energy to run it, and thus a dozen mages must recharge it once a week, in which they do so every Wednesday - which is today. One shield to protect the entire camp, one circle of enchantments designed by the greatest mind of the Camp, Wilhelm, its scryer. The sight itself of recharging the shield was quite the spectacle; a dozen mages gathered around at the center of camp with a big focus crystal, and a big beam of blue light shooting out at the top of the shield dome. The beam became a symbol of hope for many, signifying their protection. Though for some, it symbolized just the opposite; that the shield is their only lifeline, and should it ever fail, the only ones left to defend Camp Cinder were the mages themselves. Talk of such is suppressed often by the camp guard, as mass panic and despair is not what Camp Cinder needs, especially in the midst of war with the Paris Forbidden Zone.
     They are to gather to recharge the shield at high noon, a few hours from now; they also knew that the supply of food was running low since the attack on the last caravan truck; only the few animals and plants in the camp, and what MREs they have left, are what they have to live off of, and each day it seems that the Void grows stronger, more lives lost and more land lost.
     Serena knew this well, a frown crossing over her face as her elf-like ears folded back, her head slumping onto her hand low on the table as she stared out the window. Perhaps this meal of sausage and eggs were to be their last for a while.

[Akroma]

Helena patrols on guard duty. Her being around had at least somewhat of a calming effect on the civilians