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Concealed by her usual hood and veil, Vraska stepped into Damia's chamber, and slowly bowed her head. "If my intelligence is correct," she said softly, "Then you are the Sage of Stone. Damia."
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Damia shifted upon her throne, and peered down at the hooded figure, “I am she.” She relaxed, and rested her chin against the back of one hand, “It is not often one of my sisters comes to glean information from me, no. What are you here for, then, fellow daughter of death?” She spoke calmly, an air of knowledge about her as she sized up Vraska.

"A defensive response? Intriguing…" She pondered the information thusfar, "Do you know if this…Walking…is hereditary?"

Vraska took a long pause, eyeing the other gorgon carefully. “I don’t know,” she said at last.”No planeswalker that I know of has a child. And even if they did, there are no guarantees.”



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Concealed by her usual hood and veil, Vraska stepped into Damia's chamber, and slowly bowed her head. "If my intelligence is correct," she said softly, "Then you are the Sage of Stone. Damia."
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damia-sage-of-stone:

damia-sage-of-stone:

Damia shifted upon her throne, and peered down at the hooded figure, “I am she.” She relaxed, and rested her chin against the back of one hand, “It is not often one of my sisters comes to glean information from me, no. What are you here for, then, fellow daughter of death?” She spoke calmly, an air of knowledge about her as she sized up Vraska.

Damia’s eyes flashed, and she smiled lazily, “Everything you know. In return, I shall teach you what I know of illusions, yes. Do the terms of this agreement seem fair?” She sat back and sipped from a goblet that most definitely had not been there prior, yet smoothly transitioned into her hand as if it had always existed.

"Fair enough," said Vraska shortly. "First of all, you must realize that not all beings can travel the worlds. You either have the spark or you do not. Simple as that."

"And even if you do have the spark…It may never even awaken. I first fled my home world as a panic response when I was nearly killed. From what I have learned, a near death experience is a common factor."



This should play when I enter a room. 


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Concealed by her usual hood and veil, Vraska stepped into Damia's chamber, and slowly bowed her head. "If my intelligence is correct," she said softly, "Then you are the Sage of Stone. Damia."
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damia-sage-of-stone:

damia-sage-of-stone:

Damia shifted upon her throne, and peered down at the hooded figure, “I am she.” She relaxed, and rested her chin against the back of one hand, “It is not often one of my sisters comes to glean information from me, no. What are you here for, then, fellow daughter of death?” She spoke calmly, an air of knowledge about her as she sized up Vraska.

The throne hid a small passage way, and Damia bent down to fit. They traveled in silence until they hit the opposing wall, over which she waved a glowing hand. The wall slid aside and revealed a small room, furnished with vines and roots grown into chairs. A fire burned behind, casting odd shadows throughout the space, “You are privileged to witness this place, yes. This is where I conduct my best deals.” 

She sat down on the farthest chair, gesturing for the other gorgon to sit across from her, and spoke carefully, “You want information about illusions, and I want information about planar travel. Perhaps an agreement can be reached?”

Vraska entered the hidden chamber behind Damia,  and sat on the vine covered chair. It reminded her of home in an almost comforting way. She crossed her legs, and observed the other gorgon, trying to get a read on her. 

"Information for information seems best," she admitted. "But for the sake of not wasting time, tell me…what exactly do you want to know?"


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Concealed by her usual hood and veil, Vraska stepped into Damia's chamber, and slowly bowed her head. "If my intelligence is correct," she said softly, "Then you are the Sage of Stone. Damia."
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damia-sage-of-stone:

damia-sage-of-stone:

Damia shifted upon her throne, and peered down at the hooded figure, “I am she.” She relaxed, and rested her chin against the back of one hand, “It is not often one of my sisters comes to glean information from me, no. What are you here for, then, fellow daughter of death?” She spoke calmly, an air of knowledge about her as she sized up Vraska.

"Patience." Damia tutted, "If you want proper information, a deal must be arranged." The corners of her mouth twitched up in a smirk, "And just now, you’ve told me of your susceptibility to illusions. You should be careful who you tell these things to, yes." She strode back to her throne, and motioned for Vraska to follow, "Come, we must discuss such matters in a more…protected setting."

Vraska’s frown deepened, but she cast her cloak aside, and followed closely behind the taller gorgon. “After you.”