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[rigby and richards. two names recognizableable only by how many times she's looked down the sights of a rifle, memories of her father's rough hands passing over her own. better she has it than not. but, this is vastly out of context. she's barely figured out how to use the phone let alone thought of hunting. thank god she can read, but—]

Why are you telling me this? And who are you?

[femicide]

Sofia Gigante.
It would appear my private messages have been sent to you in error. I would apologise, but I've essentially done you an informational service, free of charge.

[trailborn]

Elsa Dutton.

They get mixed up like the wind can take them somewhere else?
If you could tell me where to find the rifles, I'd appreciate it.

[femicide]

Sometimes.
There’s a lodge on the grounds, if you don’t mind a short walk in the cold, Ms. Dutton.

[trailborn]

[the formality surprises her. is everyone here this nice? likely not, but she'll take what she can get.]

Just Elsa is fine.

Not at all. It was getting closer to winter where I came from, but snow hadn't touched the ground yet. It's beautiful.
Is this regular? The magic? It seems like magic, tapping on an alphabet and having my words find you.

[femicide]

Then do call me Sofia.

[ formality is a kind of respect (a kind of offering). ]

It is beautiful, isn't it, particularly here in the countryside. I come from the city myself. [ that information costs her little, when she sounds the way she does. ] Magic like this is normal for me, yes, though we would call it human ingenuity. Progress, if you like. I can talk you through it, as I understand it, when we meet.

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Nice to meet you

[if text could have an inflection, that would. it is nice to meet– in an abstract sense.]

The city? I've never been to a city before. It was open plains far as the eye could see and before that it was pines.
You would? I'd like that. I learn fast.

[femicide]

Sounds peaceful.

[ unsaidL i bet you do. a woman who knows guns also knows about adaptation and survival. ]

Are you free tonight?

[trailborn]

Twas.

Where should I meet you?

[femicide]

Bottom of the grand staircase. You can make a most elegant entrance in your snow shoes.

[trailborn]

Thanks
I don't know about elegance but I'll see you soon, Sofia

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[trailborn]

[it dawns on elsa it would have helped to ask who she was looking for, but she didn't rely on such things at home. directions were north, east, south, west, and with emergencies a single shot to the sky. she thinks the only thing reliable about this house is that directions stay the same.

she wears her long hair loose, two small braids in entangled in her hair with three small beads at the ends. dressed appropriately (long wool coat, shirt and pants, with knee-high lace up boots pulled on and tied snug). coming down the stairs she spots sofia and pauses, momentarily struck by the magnetism she holds. dark hair, pale skin and a wardrobe to match. she's beautiful, a woman impossible to miss, a woman obviously waiting for elsa and no one else.]

You're Sofia, [she says in her thick southern accent, the corner of her lips tugged upward into a smile.] hope I didn't keep you too long.