<strong>Name:</strong>Harmony<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Sensate Sensoriums, Civic Festhall, Sigil<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Mid-morning<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>'Dawn', Fei, Open<br/><br/>The sensation Harmony felt when the petitioner held onto her arm was one that she could not recall having felt before.  A sensation of physical attraction, almost magnetic in nature, similar facets of their existences resonating with one another.  Of course, the comparison wasn't exact, since magnets of the same poles repelled one another, rather than attract, but the attraction itself still felt similar.<br/><br/>It was interesting to compare and contrast the twin sensations of Dawn and Dusk clinging to her arms.  Physically, they appeared to be identical.  They looked exactly the same, spoke in the same voice, the changeling's performance was close enough to the petitioner's behavior that the modron's untrained eyes could not detect any difference...  And yet, that odd attraction was only present in one of the two women, allowing her to tell the difference between the two by sense of touch.<br/><br/>Behavior changed once they made their way out onto a transparent walkway, however.  Dawn became more talkative, whispering details about what she was experiencing into Harmony's ear, excitement and fear mingling in her voice.  Dusk, however, went completely silent, clinging more tightly to her side and steadfastly refusing to look down.  Could it be that she was afraid of heights?  That was another question filed away for later, when they were safely away from the Festhall and she would be free to inquire about everything she wished to know.<br/><br/><em>"You are lucky, godslave. This knife will grant you True Death."</em><br/><br/>The first inkling Harmony gained that something might be wrong was the sound of a woman's voice coming from behind Dusk.  A statement about a knife, and death...  The Modron was still grappling with the implications when the knife in question was drawn from its scabbard, and then Dusk detached from her arm in order to have her hands free to cast a spell.  The knife was shrunk down to a harmless size, a transmutation spell, clearly requiring her to further revise her estimations of the changeling's capabilities.<br/><br/>Except that revising estimates could wait for another time.  Action was required, now, and with one arm freed, the course of action for the Modron was quite clear.  Turning, she lashed out with that arm, the awkward position allowing her to deal the attacker a painful blow to the face, but one lacking the force necessary to render her unconscious.  It would, however, give the living construct the time she needed to free her other arm from Dawn's grip, and to follow up her initial blow with a devastating right cross.<br/><br/>"Dawn, get behind me!"  With both forearms covered in metal, she could both attack and defend competently...  But only because her opponent was similarly unarmed at this point.  Perhaps it was time to invest in proper combat equipment?