(Scars do not appear to be cause of death –shock ... - Bad Request

At the mention of Mebbeth, all the color bled out of Ravel's face until she
was gray and ashen -- literally. It was as if the color just... vanished. "And
who might ye be, hmmmnnn? Does yer path bring you back to Ol'
Mebbeth's door, child...?" Her face was that soft plump mound of gray, her
voice that sweet old creak, gentle and motherly.
"Yes, it does... Mebbeth... I, uh, came to learn more of the Art. Can you
teach me any more?"
"Pah! I am but a midwife, child, such power as the Art commands is much
beyond me..."
"I... don't think so. I think you may have more to teach me than you may
realize. Much more."
Then came the question like an echo: "Ye want to learn the Art, ye do? Why
do ye want to learn such things?"
"Because I may need it to solve the mystery of who I am," I murmured again.
The words echoed back to me from the past, when I was still so new to the
world, pleading at Mebbeth's door for help.
After a moment, Ravel... Mebbeth... nodded. "The Art may help, it may not,
and ye must not rely on it ta solve all o' yer problems." She sighed. "Child,
it's most like only going to add another chip to yer pile o' questions..." She
leaned in close. "But if ye'd know, then listen..."
Mebbeth... Ravel... whispered something, and I felt different, changed
somehow. It was something horrible she had whispered to me, something
about how the Planes worked, but my mind had shut out her words, and I
couldn't recall them. Just thinking about them set my heart pounding... It
was a secret I'm not sure anyone was ever meant to know. Ravel watched
me, studying me.
"I-In her own way, Ei-Vene helped me as well, Ravel. That means YOU
helped me. I thank you," I said, swallowing hard.
Almost unconsciously, Ravel's hand reached out for me, and just for a
moment, I could swear they were Ei-Vene's talons...
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