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[Starfire]

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Tati couldn't beleive it. Someone left vile notes and... things for Miss Ivory, again. Horrid things she had not the heart to tell her about, those... elf ears, and the writings. Tati could never tell her about it. But her hand still hurt from the searing blast. Who would do such awful things, TO MISS IVORY, who never hurt a soul. It was awful, just awful. Near panic set in and her hands flew to her belly, her anxiety growing until she felt their baby kick. Relief flooded over her, at least for the moment. Tati was not sure what to do, she couldn't let Miss Ivory check the mail, and couldn't take any chances again. Then a sudden thought hit her, maybe it was Arakad they were attacking.. and she was the tool? Oh lord, she hoped not. She vowed to be extra careful and mabye soak all the mail in water first. Or maybe, Miss Delantra could help. She berated herself. Arakad would know something happened when she crawled in to bed with him tonight. Tati could never lie to him but maybe he would think it was just a consequence of her forge work. Sighing softly, she hoped it would all be okay.
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aka: Tatiana Thorn nee Alexi; Summer Kane; Ivory Skyfire; and others

[Arakad]

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He had come home that night with a cloud of dust trailing behind him. The message from Bley's in hand; the message clear. His wife had been in trouble. These past few nights he had spending long hours tending to Verity, he had blamed himself for not being by her side. Scaling the stairs in haste, leaping two and three at a time until he reached their bedroom in the Mazewood Manor. Coming to the sleeping beauty's side, he knelt by the bed - the shadow cloaks and Council of Mages robes flowing around him as he leaned in to brush a pale hand across his wife's forehead. She had been hurt, badly. And this burn was not from her forge. Never had his wife been so careless, the man knew better.

Pulling his medicine bag from his belt, he withdrew a mortar and pestle along with a set of petals and regeants, grinding the salve into a thin mixture. Picking out the ointment he began to gently tend to Tatiana's wounded hands; She would heal in time. His gaze drifted towards his wives abdomen with a long sigh - his child would be here soon; If this attack had endangered both their lives Hell would have no fury like the storm he could have brought to the lands.

Removing the robes and allowing the shadows to fade from his visage with a dismissive gesture of his wrist, he scooted to sit upon the bed - every caressing his wives forehead and dabbing more mixture upon her burns. The Meer would wait till she had healed, he would give her time to tell him, he would hunt and disembowel the one that harmed her. All this was certain.