[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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[heavensreader]

[This Davesprite is asking a rather substantial favour for someone who is still a newcomer in Kesara's mind, but then, he did give her information she needed. Valuable, and dangerous information. And she is done trying to keep secrets, Kesara thinks to herself as she has her tablet read out the message again. She's trying to be a better explorer, and not trying to be a spy.]

Hullo, Davesprite. [She still sounds a little cautious.] I can tell you what I know but a lot of it is still, oah, not quite guesses, but there is so little that we're sure about. But her name was Samantha Stevens. I think that is who she was. [A small pause after; almost as though she's waiting to be punished for saying the name.] She was a student in the school here. She liked sports. I don't know how she became the Prophet, if, if she is the Prophet, but she saw something - did you listen to the recording, the one where a girl is screaming? I think that was her.