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[center][h3][color=8519A2]Location: Winton[/color][/h3]
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Saetan raised a tired brow as he looked down at the Grey Jeweled Queen torn between amusement and worry. She had gone from a scared little girl to a Healer who would tend her patient to health and now changing to a vulnerable witch. If he had half a wit of sense he would snap her pretty neck, Saetan admonished himself. Yet, her words wrapped him in something he had not felt for a time. Hope. Hope that there were good Queens out there who would the Blood in returning to the Old Ways. [color=Gold]"I feel as though I should be insulted to be compared to hot chocolate drinks and fluffy blankets. There is hardly anything 'fluffy' about me."[/color] Though he did pull her tighter to his chest, an attempt to keep her warm. 

In truth? It did cost Saetan to keep her alive and warm, but as he held her and thought about that odd spell that wrapped about her and those who seemed to 'belong' to her Saetan found himself deciding to hunt down the Black Widow who thought to ensnare the men. If he still felt the pull after, if it was more than a mere trick... Would he return? Would he actively seek service in this Queen's Court? For all, he knew this could all be some elaborate trap. All those thoughts drew to a close as Sybl's mental thread whispered in a warning. Her court had come. Of course, they had. Bristling, he felt his psychic power, the Black, stirring in irritation. Well, if they sought to take her they would find themselves facing more than they were capable of dealing with. It was hardly right or ration to not want to return this odd Queen to her court but he wanted to hold the small body against his own for a time yet.

The aforementioned Court would spot Sybl easily enough as they made their way down the bank. Dunny on Dareen's shoulder squirmed and wagged his tail. *[i]She is near! The Queen is here and so are males that smell good! Well, this one smells better, the other one smells of blood. Hello, strange male of the Queen.[/i]* Dunny introduced himself to Syble and broadcasted to the rest of the small group outside of the cave. Thom, who was lagging behind, winced at his companion's directness.

"Uh... That was me?" The young boy offered, knowing it was most likely hopeless. Why did Dunny always seek out trouble when they were supposed to be staying out of it? To be fair, he should have slipped away from the group already and would have except for Dunny's utter assistance that they remain with the Queen.

And Dunny had sharper teeth.