Events of the Evening ~ by SaralynArati

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Story continues on this doll: httpswww.dolldivine.com/High-Fantasy/SaralynArati-3065512 - (Also Robin the Bubble Magician and Mark Frost belong to LadyLeaf.)

7 years ago

SaralynArati

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"Yes, I think perhaps we'd do better as someone the Yelaadim dare not try to keep out. There are six of us; six rogue Damians attempted to capture Brin and Hawkeye on their way to Siberia. How would you all feel about masquerading as the bloodborn?" "Um..." Robin the Bubble Magician cautioned, "won't that sort of really annoy Marcellus and the other true Damians... ma'am?" "Maybe not, if we wind up doing his dirty work, and deal with the Witch who bribed his men, undermining his authority."

7 years ago

SaralynArati

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"And I agree," Ynarra continued, addressing the two woodland Faes, taking their stronghold by storm would be virtually impossible. Therefore," she was breathing slowly, now, thinking hard, "we must become someone or something the Traitor and her subjugated Yelaadim will allow inside." Because of the respect the Mistress Supreme commanded, no one said 'like what?' or rushed her cogitation. Gran grinned gradually. "Either someone desirable to be welcomed, or someone powerful to be feared."

7 years ago

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"After the incident at the Tower," Marea offered, feeling horribly guilty about being the cause of that, "they'll be on the alert for attackers, though." Belandvyn hugged her consolingly, and Tylyr squeezed her shoulder. Mark Frost's fingers twitched, but all he did was smile warmly, in case the young Witch glanced in his direction. "When you've reached perfection, dear, perhaps you can give me some pointers. In the meantime, you'll make mistakes like the rest of us," was Gran's kind wisdom.

7 years ago

SaralynArati

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"So, if the Traitor is setting up residence in that fortress," Tylyr sighed, "what are we going to do about it?" "What can we do about it?" questioned Belandvyn, wishing the Yelaadim had left at least a tiny bit of cover, but what few stones from the curtain wall hadn't been salvaged and used to repair and reinforce the primary Keep, were practically glowing with magical booby-traps. "Nothing is impossible," Ynarra said encouragingly. "They believe they're safe here, and that's a weakness."

7 years ago

SaralynArati

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Isthare and her mate were currently in Kuwait, but that was subject to change at a moment's notice. They were, honestly, keeping on their toes, and travelling light. "I'll be in touch," the young Witch finished as she always did, "probably from Istanbul or Islamabad." And she winked at the distance between these two possible destinations before disconnecting the phone. Apparently Isthare's mother's death had left her with a sizable inheritance she'd never put to use in the mortal realm.

7 years ago