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The summons is explained, and the spotted girl simply nods to acknowledge it, letting silence fall upon the duo once more. Yssraim finds the quiet soothing, familiar, and her statue-like posture slowly relaxes into something more natural, muscles loosening from their rigor, tail swishing every so often.
That state doesn't last long, the approach of a dappled unicorn transforming the unusual filly to stone again, her only motion the swiveling of her masked face so she may view the newcomer better. There is a pink and purple marking splashed along the woman's side, and Yssraim wonders if it is natural or if it was somehow created, perhaps using the juice of berries. She does admit to being a mason, and they sometimes have access to dyes, painting color onto their wares to make them more desirable. It doesn't matter, she supposes, listening as Ghost introduces the two of them, wondering if she should chime in or remain silent. Neither mare seems to expect her to speak, so she takes her cue from them, lingering voicelessly on the fringes.
Another comes, and for a moment the girl thinks she has finally met another masked soul, though this one only covers a portion of the strangers face. But no, the bay draws nearer and Yssraim can see that the mask is only a marking, though an unusual one. Dye again, or does this herd just enjoy collecting oddities? There is no time to ponder this, for the new arrival wastes no time in making herself known, issuing a brief greeting to Ghost before focusing attention on the filly. The Necromancer, she calls herself, though the title is somewhat softened by the mare stating her given name immediately after. Still, her tone is not overly friendly, and Yssraim finds herself wondering if this Necromancer knows what the word Yssraim means, understands the significance of the bird mask, and has deemed the girl a threat because of this. Not likely, but possible, so she remains frozen, a rabbit waiting for the wolf to pass by.
Her fears seem unfounded, for after a thorough scrutiny Seele is speaking again, asking about the girl's preferred use. Yssraim herself isn't certain, having never been a true part of any herd, and so she carefully mulls over her choices. Healer is right out, of course, for the former plaguecarrier is not convinced that her magic will not resurface at some point. As for warrior, she doesn't have the strength to survive in battle, not to mention her uncontrollable habit of freezing, standing still and observing rather than moving to avoid a threat. So, that would leave mason, sleuth, or whatever rank it is that 'keeps the history flowing.' Of the three, she thinks sleuth would suit her best. She is small, quiet, and perhaps her ghastly appearance could be used as intimidation, or to gain pity.
Decision made, the filly lifts her head to look directly at Seele, this lady who demands an answer. "Sleuth."
Yssraim
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