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[color=6E8E67]Location: Faeril's Eyrie[/color][/center][hr][hr]

[center][i]GAK![/i][/center]

Fatima made a choking noise as she was lifted by the back of her tunic and set on the ground.  She struggled against the man's hand like a drunken cat in a sack.  She flailed and kicked and spit and hissed until her feet touched the ground.  She turned her body to look at the Eyrien who had picked her up and now pushed her toward a group of people.  Her face was set in a grim frown and her body tensed with all the vim and vinegar she would unleash upon the man.  Great.  Just great.  This was how she was going to fucking die.  Awesome.  She should have just listened to Xandar and stayed put.  She was shaking in fear.

She paused, the trembling quelling when he mentioned crotchety Eyrien woman. [color=6E8E67]"You are Lady Faeril's people.  Thank goodness.  She is walking up the path to get here."[/color]  Fatima placed a hand against her heart and breathed out a deep sigh of her relief.  The man had also asked who she was.  She lifted her white gold eyes to his face and gave him one of her charming smiles. [color=6E8E67] "I'm Fatima Damiana.  A pleasure to meet you.  How do I call you?"[/color]  She reached out the hand that had been on her chest to offer the man a handshake.

The dome faded and soon the sweet scent of smoke foretold the coming of the Queen Killer.  She turned her face toward him and lit up like a beacon as he approached.*  However, when he got to the small group she felt herself pulled away from Gen.  [color=6E8E67]"Hey now,"[/color] she said with a playful pout, [color=6E8E67]"I'm not some trinket to be pushed and pulled about at the trader's stalls."[/color]  Her eyes fell on the blood that spattered Xandar and realized that not all of it belonged to the enemy.

Though she did not know the man well her features filled with her concern.  Brown's knit and the playfulness fading from her face into worry.  She reached out a hand and touched his elbow.  [color=6E8E67]"You're hurt,"[/color] she said quietly.  Her voice cracked with her distress.  Blood made her uneasy.  People hurt made her uneasy.  [color=6E8E67]"Let me fix you up."[/color]


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*(a thing she would never have imagined could happen if a Queen Killer came her way.)
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