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"She's just copying us, so we should be able to use our powers at least once before she parrots them," River said. "And the things that require knowledge of a language shouldn't be accessible at all, like my runes." He smiled. "Using a language that has been dead for a few millennia does have its advantages. She'd have to find out which one it is and even then there's only five people, all friends of mine, that can translate it."

"That's good, I suppose," Valium said. "Your mental shields are impeccable..."

"And to shift into animal, she cannot," Narik'ta said. "Requires the blood, this does, and taste it on her, I did not."

"I didn't smell it either," River agreed, picking the scab off the burn mark in his palm and focusing on it until it closed without a scar. "So she's not a shifter..." he murmured, concentration still on the tiny wound.

"Not your kind, anyway," Valium said. "Does anyone else have an inkling of what she is? Even an obscure name would give us a place to start." he was mostly looking at Sarka, but anyone who had an idea would be nice.