Carrion Pelt

The next moments were almost a blur as she was swept along in the woman's wake. Clearly she was someone important, wealthy, perhaps belonging to one of the great Houses here if she had the means to clear an entire restaurant just for them to talk. She allowed herself to be herded along, doing her best to stay out of the way as the preparations were made, until it became clear where they would sit. She settled into the soft cushions, still not used to this manner of sitting, but made herself as comfortable as she could.

House Obsidian. She made a note, for she was not familiar with them, but clearly they were important given the display Ilaria had just put on. Andoral was stirring - anxiously? Happily? It was hard to tell, but they were awake and very intent on the other piece of themselves sitting across the table.

No, Garahel did his duty. I don't know how, not precisely, but when the Veil came down all manner of spirits were unleashed, including pieces of - " Her eyes flicked briefly to the man in the doorway as she hesitated to name the one that linked them in the presence of the cook. Perhaps she was being overly cautious, but this was not her land and until she knew it better she'd rather be careful.

I knew there must be others, but I had no idea where until the barrier came down. She'd followed Andoral here, guided by the pull they felt to reunite with the other pieces of themself. She wished she knew more about how this had come to pass, but she could only speculate.

@Ilaria Obsidian