psychic thread

[agentlenpc]

[The gentle brush against the Strangers' minds comes in early evening. It is, as all mental touches are from Fayura, soft and unassuming, much like a polite knock at a door. Once as many minds are connected as she thinks will open the door to her, she speaks.]

I am curious, Strangers, what you would do with the young man who shot and killed Councilwoman Vera.

Many of you come from worlds where there are laws against murder. While we have no such laws here, when a Blood male in a Queen's Territory kills another without cause, she may demand a price from him. Sometimes, that is his own life if he was negligent enough with his temper and sometimes, it's something less.

My trouble is this: if I execute him according to the laws of the Blood, of which he is not one, the Guilds will rouse their people into a furor and attack not only me, but the people of Draega. If I turn him over to the Ebon Council, the Guilds will do much the same, and that will incite the Council to strike back. And if I return him to the Guilds for accolades instead of punishment for taking a life, the Ebon Council will have cause to rip apart the Guilds and anyone in their way to extract from him the price for murdering one of their own.

Were you me, what course would you take? And please try not to shout over each other; this is as many of you as I could reach.

Comments

[agentlenpc]

Would that harm the land? [The question is immediate, sharp.] The Guilds have already... the land needs to rest. I worry about causing it more stress.

[verstoned]

No. I'm thinkin' the botanists would have marched across an entire desert to burn the alchemist guild down if the growth formulas ruined their crops for just one bountiful harvest. I know the land needs rest, 'cept I cant hear Draega the way I do Eorzea.

Your Grace, I seen growth formulas make seeds sprout and dyin' plants get a second chance, even on ground that shouldn't hold plants. I want to see if that can help. [He just needs her permission.]

[agentlenpc]

[She lapses into a long moment of silence. There's a thread of anxiety and hope in her, something that hums from deep in the abyss of the mind.]

Let me write you a letter of introduction to the... the Crafters, I imagine. I want them to understand that though you may lead this effort, it has my backing. I want them to understand there is value in us working with each other rather than against each other. You'll have it in the morning. Just let me know before you do anything, please. [She doesn't think she'll deny him, she simply wants to be aware of progress or tests.]

[verstoned]

I understand, Your Grace-- and thank you. I hope somethin' good comes outta this.

[agentlenpc]

I do as well.

[She gives him a faint smile, a warm, mental brush, and then her mind drifts away from his.]