[ Tap. Tap. Tap. Taptaptaptaptaptaptaptap.

Truly, the simplest of machines could prove to be a problem for Samantha. A radio? Sure, sure, she understands that. Television? Why not? Nirinel seems to like watching that quite a bit. Oh? What's that? A telephone? Aah, although she's soft in voice, truly she knows how to work that!

She makes a face, but she's scrutinized this little bracelet enough. She thinks she gets the point, sort of. Maybe. ]

...The maid was really nice about this... but I don't really know if I'm doing this properly... or if I truly understand what's going on...

I. I suppose there's only one way to find out.

[ She smiles sheepishly at the holographic screen. ]

H-Hello! I hope... I hope you can hear me!

[ There. That should do it.


...


...


Right? ]

 [When the video starts up an unusual looking woman is peering into, actually pretty close with a puzzled look, the ends of her nose wrinkling as she does a sniffing gesture. The ears perched atop her snow white hair twitch, the woman then tilting her head and raising the bracelet and tilting it around.

For the most part she's quiet, save for a sound that comes very close to a whine. Sounding more mammal than human before she

chomps

down on the feed.

Yes, canine fangs exposed briefly before she clamped her mouth shut on it. This happens for a second longer. Fortunately she pulls back and makes a face, obviously not liking the taste from her actions and then in a growl a few words are heard. Tail swish!]

Not food.

[If you happen to be in the Sigyn House, you may stumble upon Ammy here sitting in the middle of the floor trying to distinguish the jewelry!]

[The last thing the maid and the paper should have ever said was that Agrias had a new duty. After all, she'd not been commanded to move from her station, especially not be anyone she didn't know. A last ditch effort to save the kingdom was about to be put into action and she needed to be there. So when she instead finds herself in a dull room instead of before her old church, she became livid, naturally.

The video feed turns on, showing her standing proudly in her armor, a determined, stern look spread on her face. Better get used to that expression, she'll be using it a lot today.]

Gods? Holy? Your words are a jape at best and it would behoove you to still your tongues.

[A small tch escapes her before she tries to reach out, flicking this odd device on her and focusing it.]

If anyone out there can indeed hear my words, tell these so-called gods that I belong not with this Heimdall, but with the Princess and her country. My duty lies there, as it always has. They mock the very concept of honor and duty by thinking they could replace mine so easily. The sooner I can return to their side as a trusted swordarm, the better we all will be. Thank you, and good day.