Camilla caught up with Cydric a few moments after he recovered the purse. She was smaller than Cydric and more nimble and normally she would have been ahead of him, but in the crowded street there was just no substitue for being big enough and strong enough that everyone else got the hell out of your way. Consequently by the time she had caught up the action was already over. She was about to make some joke about his Gods awful jerky and the stew she had tried to make with it when she heard the words and saw Cydric tense. Instinctively she froze as well listening to the by play.

Tzneetch? Was it some Reikspiel word she didn't know? The voices were coming closer but she risked a whisper.

[b]"Cydric what does Tzn..."[/b] Suddenly she was laying on the ground. No she was falling, the world spinning drunkenly around her as her muscles locked. The ground hit her hard, she apparently had made no concious effort to brace herself against the fall. That was foolish, a part of her mind commented, another younger part giggled thinking it would make quite a pratt fall. Her cheek was in a pile of refuse. NOW she was laying on the ground, her eyes level with Cydric's boot.

[b]"Tzz.. Tzzc... tzz,"[/b] the bee buzzed. Not a bee, it was Camilla herself. That was odd, why was she doing that. Oh that was right she was trying to say the name. Her body still wasn't working, not even moving. Dimly she was aware she wasn't even breathing.

[b]"Tzzn..." [/b]her lips tried again. That was a waste of air. Somehow she knew that if she could just say the name everything would be alright. Everything would be better than alright. She would have power, she and Cydric would be safe, she could protect them from the Count of Ostland and anyone that would threaten them. They could go to Tilea, she could become a queen and rule there. She could know her mother, be a child again. All she had to do was say the name again.

[b]"Tznnn..."[/b] she stammered tasting blood in her mouth. Cydric was moving or doing something unimportant. Her vision began to dim to a red haze, her lips still frantically trying to wrap the alien word.