[IC Inbox -- Snowblind]

[heavensreader]

Is it worki - oh. Ahem. This is Kesara Freamon. Please leave your message here and I will call back on you as soon as I can.







Wait, is it still - argh, how do I ma-

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voice; SORRY I missed the notif!

[heavensreader]

[Kesara is not feeling terribly steady today, for many reasons. But this is something to do, as she meanders blind through the snow. And she cannot very well leave a newcomer on their own unassisted. Not when she has something resembling answers.]

You can ask anything you want, but you have to use your voice. I don't like the tablet's voice.

[heavensreader]

The altar? [It takes her a moment to remember. There are many things on her mind, and she has been very recently dead.]

The Prophet's doll, you mean? We didn't do anything. I only took records, the photos and videos and such.

[heavensreader]

The Prophet gave me that herself. [More than a bit of pride, there.] Or her ghost did. That was at the school, where I met her first.