[Sypha opens her mouth to say - oh, she doesn't know, something pithy about vampires and wine, probably - but something pins her attention. There's a speck, just over her companion's shoulder. A vertical bar of darkness that starts out tiny and rushes towards them at dizzying speed. Before she knows it, she's looking straight up its sheer height, head craned back and mouth open.]
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...what in...
[When she looks back to the man and his empty wineglass, there's no recognition in her eyes. Her Cadensian clothing is gone, replaced by a severely cut widesleeved robe, sky blue, with a heavy hood hanging down her back. Draped over it is a night-dark scapular, the front panel embroidered with a silvery symbol from hip to ankle. Tied just above it, at her waist, is a white woven belt hung with drawstring pouches that jingle and clink as she shakes off a sudden headrush. She touches a hand to her temple and frowns, eyes sliding away from the man's face momentarily before snapping back.]
I'm...sorry, were you saying something? Was I?