<div class="floatright">(http://40.media.tumblr.com/cb53d8644e7870ad8a7092e2fa6f07d6/tumblr_nd6zb1ubBk1qzx74yo1_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Corrin Arwi (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=283758.msg13964542#msg13964542)<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>1st January, 2018<br/><strong>Status:</strong>----<br/><strong>Notes/Triggers:</strong><br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>All~<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Corrin was silent as the Count talked, and silent while his companions spoke, asked questions and speculated. He didn’t interrupt them though his own questions crowded up behind his teeth, there would be time enough for him to ask.<br/><br/>Finally there was a pause in the talk, and Corrin hoped the Count wouldn’t be overwhelmed, but he really<em>had</em>asked. “Had anything changed recently in her life? New friends, a new lover, a sickness, a project? Who was in her intimate circle besides yourself? That she came here regularly suggests her attacker had watched her from afar and knew her habits, knew when she would be alone and vulnerable.”<br/><br/>He tilted his head and looked skyward, as if seeking answers there. He had been reading mythology recently, so it came quickly to mind the tale of Set tearing Osiris to pieces on the sore of the River. But that was fourteen pieces, and a very old story, this likely wasn’t a reconstruction of it. It still made him feel strange that something like that could repeat, history echoing itself through time.<br/><br/>“Let me know when you get those things from the police, Rick,” he said after a long silence, turning his gaze from the sky to the redcap. He didn’t elaborate why, but he was firm in his tone, then he turned his gaze from him to the stretch of water.<br/>