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[center][h3][color=SlateBlue]In the ruined town of Sharon, Shalador[/color][/h3]
[color=SlateBlue]Interacting with[/color] [@Slim Shady] [@13org] [@Silverpaw] [@ZoeyWhite] [@eclecticwitch]
[color=SlateBlue]Counter of Days:[/color] 5 days
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[color=SlateBlue]"Definitely take the horses,"[/color] Faeril agreed with a slightly annoyed look as her clothing style and choice was dismissed so eagerly by the group. She enjoyed her fashion as it appealed to her slender form and was comfortable. Perhaps it got a bit chilly in the winter and she liked a large fire in her workroom but that was not the point in the slightest. [color=SlateBlue]"[i]I like my fashion.[/i]"[/color] She muttered in her native tongue. Denvar looked about ready to mention something to the Widow, but his brother both sharply elbowed the other in the gut. Leaving him coughing as Faeril looked over only to shake her head at their antics. The icy eyes then turned to Mikhail as she smiled slightly. [color=SlateBlue]"It will be sometime before I can resume your Healing without interruption. While I appreciate your loyalty, Mikhail, I have nothing that I require help with. Though with you particular trade, I can imagine you know a far few things about disguise, and keeping unseen in a crowd."[/color] It was a fair point, with three eager older brothers (of a sort) and a cranky Ebon-Grey who had already hauled her about... The only thing she was tempted to ask of the Dea Al Mon was not something he could do. Not to mention she wanted to be the one to kick Xandar in his ribs for hauling her and her bed about. A fact she was far from forgiving him for.

The brothers three shifted uneasily as Fatima spoke of going along, they well knew the risk with Faeril, a Black Widow, but Fatima was a Queen. What was more, was that she was [i]the Queen[/i]. She had been drawn to Faeril's vision and to lose her? It would be far too much of a risk. Far too much of a gamble even for Gen who enjoyed games of chance. Yet none of the brothers spoke, in part because they didn't want to be the ones to draw the line. Faeril narrowed her eyes but said nothing. She had spent centuries learning her Craft and something pulled her towards that town. If Fatima wished to go... It would be dangerous and foolishly so but could she really stop the Queen?

[color=SlateBlue]"She is not wrong. A Hayllian Queen would draw attention but it would scramble the Courts under Dorothea to find out who she is. We would have some time."[/color] But in the end they would be revealing what they meant to keep secret. [color=SlateBlue]"Whatever the Queen's will, I shall abide by it."[/color] The Black Widow stated solemnly though her tone was far from happy. Turning she walked from the camp and towards the abandoned buildings. The two Warlord Prince brothers, Denvar and Bellinar, fumbled with the boxes before nearly dropping them. The Widow's words floating back on the breeze. [color=SlateBlue]"I wish to see what there is to this village."[/color] Her Craft was able to pull memories from wood and stone and while she was tempted to, Faeril knew it would be a story of horror that would unfold. Xandar would notice something smelling of rot among the buildings and slight movement from the shadows of one of the more intact homes. As the carriage blocked the particular building from the others aside from Faeril herself and two of the Sarothian brothers, no one else would see the form of movement far larger than a rat slip deeper into the shadows.

Gennar hesitated torn between getting Fatima what she needed and following after the widow. [color=FireBrick]"Will you [i]not[/i] use Craft?"[/color] He snapped after Faeril's retreating form, only to get a dismissive wave in response. [color=FireBrick]"Lady, might I keep an eye on her if you do not need my aid for anything?"[/color] Faeril had intoned the Queen's Wil and Gennar just didn't feel right leaving without a dismissal after that. His two brothers both trying to lug the box they had found was filled with the good of a Healer, not camping supplies, back on the carriage and were arguing between each other about who didn't label the boxes.