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A mixture for her beauty?  She was already pretty, but anything could be improved upon according to the great mothers!  And besides, it was tribute from her first self admitted subject!  Exciting!  The moment she was able to, she drank the entire potion in a single gulp.  A couple seconds of drowsiness past.  Then the world suddenly went dark.

Her hearing returned before anything else ... the sound of someone chewing on something.  Eventually she was able to open her eyes, and Aislinn looked up to the black haired girl chewing something.  She knew what it was.  She had seen animals hunt eachother before.  For a few seconds she simply processed the scene with similar disbelief that Cait had.

Then she immediately tried to run, but only managed to fall onto her side as her legs wouldn't move and her arms were bound behind her.  Several tattoos lit up, but they required plentiful breath to work with and a rope around her stomach made it hard to breathe.  For a minute, the girl would struggle to escape without any sort of rationality.  She slammed herself into the ground.  She tried to tear the thick bonds.  She was simply a trapped animal looking to escape.

But the fight made her tired, and her breath was hard to come by.  She was left laying on the ground looking at the meat eater in front of her in a complete panic.  Her eyes teared up and her voice instinctually let out the small whimpers of a scared animal.  Charlotte would see the girl's wide eyes looking up at her as it was clear she was utterly terrified of this entire situation.  Aislinn simply forgot what words even were, and hoped her pitiful display was enough of a communication that she was in fact very helpless and in no way a threat at the moment.