"Word!" She giggles and squeezes him. "I love you too, Ethan. Glad you asked me out even when I was in a funk. Even if you are rather horny." She pokes his chest playfully, then lays her head back down on it.

She stretches herself out. Those days were dark, it's still quite strange to be so... happy! And see so much potential where she had trouble seeing past her nose and own mortality.

"For now, though, should probably snooze a bit. Think today's fight is catching up to me."

"We have a chance to make it even better," she agrees, cooing into his fur. "Become experts so that no threat can stop us, and then just fix everything..." She trails off, shutting her eyes as she lets herself get lulled into sleep by his warmth, his fur, the tail and the quiet inhale-purr in his breath.

Seek.

Thinking on it again brings her right back to this mountain peak. This time, she walks right up to it, and right across the air as the figure had done, confident of her ability to do it. She's wearing an active, albeit dream, mage sight before her eyes as if she could still find a nimbus of a spell from that strange, bright woman and her dragon imagery. Could something have been left behind for her to find once she knew what to search?

After all, it was no regular dream, not a subconscious whimsy but some sort of ... message? Probably message. She knows that now, the question is what she wanted her to seek...

The magic is similar, too. Or at least, it seems to match up.

... she was not kidding that she'd been watching them for 'a while' if so. Enticing her to follow the mystery so she'd awake? That seems likely, but she can't discount that she meant something else, too.

She definitely will bring it up in the morning.

She just needs to figure out how to bring her magic in here for real instead of having to go through her oneiros. Then she could really be cooking with gas! Come morning, however, she's washed up and at the table. 'Just remembered. 'Seek'?' she sends to Heimarmene with one hand while she chews on her pancake.

"What will give in first: Arielle's magic, or dad's cooking? We can sell tickets." She smiles up them.

"Not single-handedly," she demures. "But my nimbus tends to make for a bit of a localized weather phenomenon, and encourages clouds to slip away or gather up, depending on my mood. So the weather is not always, but often, a pretty decent indicator of how I'm feeling.

"...and vice versa, really. I'll have to start summoning rain manually though, or taking more trips out of town, else I'll dry out the city." She snickers.

'It left quite the impression! But you're right, I'd probably have sought the mystery to its end anyway. But glad you had my back even then.'

"Heimarmene is inviting us to help her with a mystery." She glances up at Arielle and Ethan. "What do you think?"

Valerie giggles. "Heimarmene. If you were a sleeper, and you are now a sleepwalker, and we're mages, then she's, like... a notch above that." She raises her hand as if it was a gradient of magery. Vulgar, but not inaccurate. Does make her wonder what Lakshmi and Ikenga would think of her...

"She agreed to help us with finding out about us and about mom. Apparently she knew her, though she's apparently taken some oath or secret or is under other form of duress not to tell us how. A bit frustrating, but I also put her under oath not to keep secrets from us from any new information, so... evens out, hopefully."

She nods at Ethan. "Okay. You have more catching up to do with your mom anyway, so that sounds good. We'll figure out how to give your brother fire without freaking him out, too."

"If it makes you feel better, I am close to 90% sure Jesus was some sort of supernatural being, or mage, or similar." She beams at him.

"Reminds me: mom's shadow name was Sariel. And I wish I could tell you why too... Hopefully I'll have better news soon. Or at least news." She smiles at him. ...and ex-lover would be something weird indeed, though Heimarmene didn't seem to imply that was the case ... or she chose her words to make it seem that way.

The mystery deepens. Thanks brain.

"So hang in there." She then looks to Ethan. "I've managed to brush my teeth in front of the mirror without falling, but I can't walk without support yet, and it feels like my lungs want to get out of my chest after only a few moments. Think it's starting to be mainly in the leg muscles being atrophied than the spinal nerves, or close enough anyway."

"They have a workout room in the assembly, so I can hit the treadmill there." She crosses her arms, puffing a breath. "I think I'm in great shape to make my own walker, though. ...though being able to transform my chair could be an idea!

"Get some hinge joints and use a Matter spell to mix them in."

"Adamant is a magically perfected form of glass. Perfectly translucent with a refraction index of nil. Only thing that can cut it would be diamond or perfected metal. It's not quite a form of steel like in the comics or movies. That honor does to siderite, perfected iron. Always sharp, never dulls, unbreakable... It can't even be melted, even with magical heat! Kinda like comic book adamantium."

"I'll have a leather belt ready to bite into and keep out of volatile areas." She nods her head to her sister. "Maybe write myself little notes to remind myself of why whatever happens is happening."

'Got it. There's a changeling community there, isn't there?' she responds.

'Got it. I'll text you once we're nearby and go from there.'

"So we'll be heading to the Castro," she explains. "She'll then see about pointing us to narrow the cone of vision down until we know where it is."