[Sabriel feels him before she sees him. It's like but unlike feeling some cold presence pressing at her spine- her Death-sense really doesn't translate into any of the other five senses, but it's as close as she can get. Her shoulders stiffen, and instantly dismisses the half-formed Charter spell, reaching back into the endless flow for three marks, and a spell of deadly simplicity. When she turns, her expression is fearless and deadly for the instant she doesn't recognize Seymour. When she does, the marks fall away, spiraling back into the Charter, and some of the tension leaks out of her posture.
If she hadn't been under the subtle influence of the perfume, she'd be far more alarmed. As it is, she's only a little on guard. She knows Seymour- spoken with him over the network, and he's a healer, who's helped others during the blackout.]
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If she hadn't been under the subtle influence of the perfume, she'd be far more alarmed. As it is, she's only a little on guard. She knows Seymour- spoken with him over the network, and he's a healer, who's helped others during the blackout.]
Seymour? Is that you?