[color=D6CC88]The child was frightened and frantic, and Taliya's laughter stung.  "No, it's /bad/ -- it's gotten bigger and it's going to really hurt them!  All of them!"  The second half came out muffled from Amuné pressing her face against Wyth's side, trying her hardest not to just dissolve into wails right there.  And she'd said too much -- now the woman was asking questions she didn't want to answer.  The girl stiffened and took a few steps back.  "I -- no, I just--"  She glanced around the room, as if some easy way out might present itself.  She looked guilty, but even more than that, she looked terrified.

The images that had kept replaying in her head over and over were completely gone now.  Her mind was painfully blank, and all Amuné could think was that if the woman figured out she was a Seer, that she was Magi, then that was the end.  Hollow dread filled her stomach and clawed its way up her throat, stealing her voice.

Sensing that his girl was truly frightened, Wyth bristled.  The moorcat wasn't directing his soft snarl at Taliya, but rather trying to reassure his girl that he wouldn't let anything happen to her.  Anything that wanted to get to her would have to go through him.[/color]