Social Justice Cultist
Sitala nods. "I'll get my game face on after, then."
Sitala is a captive audience and not too pleased about it. She follows along, wearing a loose red salwar kameez ensemble with a red-and-gold dupatta over her hair and a thick application of deep blue blush, lipstick, and eyeshadow that suggests more than replicates the usually-depicted skin tone of the devi she emulates. "I live in a fifth-floor apartment without an elevator," she comments flatly at one point. "The ambiance is people living around me."As they walk along the ley line north of the bank, Sonata chatters away about her plans for finding a proper home in Lemuria, and the things that she considers vital. "The right ambiance is essential. I want to establish a sanctum, and it's absolutely imperative that the atmosphere won't run straight against every single spell I try to cast. I mean, can you imagine trying to call upon the power of the Aether in a soulless monster of a house like poor Ness is stuck with?"
She tries to Look herself, mostly for anything messing with Space or the spiritual dimensions of the place.As they reach the first of the blank spots, Sonata's running monologue dries up. "How odd. There should be another line coming through somewhere here, but it's ... not." Frowning, she chants in High Speech and focuses on the ley line they've been following, trying to see if there's anything wrong with it.
"That much, I may be able to tell," says Táltos, and concentrates.What I mean is, do you think a Mage deliberately did this, or is could it happen spontaneously?"