[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=9F6D88]Fleur La Mallificum[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/87/21/f2/8721f2de8f1f5190e168f84c925a1973.gif[/img][hr][color=9F6D88][b]Location:[/b][/color] Port Witch Coven[/center][hr]

Fleur ignored the fact she could feel Luna slipping away. It didn't matter in the end. If anything, they sent a message across: "Don't mess with the Port Witches."

Fleur looked at the hairpin in her hand. A tool with the power of time? The possibilities for this were, ironically, endless. She could do a whole lot with it, but it was a bittersweet moment that she obtained such a valuable tool only for her to lose Nera in the process. [color=9F6D88]"The only death I would reverse is yours. Is that possible?"[/color] Fleur hoped, but she had a feeling it would not be so easy. Plus, she had no idea how to work the instrument anyway.

Constance entered the room and Fleur was aware that she may have looked a tad odd, standing in Mal's room not doing anything. Constance couldn't see Nera, so Fleur faced the woman. [color=9F6D88]"We are victorious then. Let us wait until the dust settles outside before we gather our things and move."[/color]

Fleur clutched the item in her hand before turning her head to Nera's ghost. [color=896D88]"You're right though. It is our time."[/color]

[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=F0DAE2]Myth the Muse[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://78.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m1ibj4AWR71r9n0vm.gif[/img][hr][color=F0DAE2][b]Location:[/b][/color] The Winking Duck Tavern[/center][hr]

Myth could tell the women were talking about her, but she couldn't give a rat's ass quite frankly. Hell, it meant people were talking about her. What more did a bard want than word of mouth passing along (though she wished it was in a language she could understand). Still aware she was in the man's lap still, she eyed the women as they moved quite quickly and grabbed the other woman's things. Was it [b]Magyk[/b] perchance?

[color=F0DAE2]"Quite all right, handsome. Those two seem like they would be tons of fun to hang with. Never a dull moment, eh?"[/color] As they returned the woman's belongings, Myth decided the man had enough torture and stood up. [color=F0DAE2]"Speaking of fun, I believe I mentioned a song?"[/color] Myth strode up to the "stage" in the bar, and faced her captive audience. [color=F0DAE2]"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome. You are in for a real treat. I am Myth the Muse, eager to entertain the masses. I don't normally take requests, but perchance, does anyone have a song request? Or a topic maybe? I can wing it with the best of them."[/color]