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[indent] The group had left so quickly that Arabelle had only the time to grab a pair of winter boots, gloves, and wool socks from her car. It had been annoying enough to put them on with one arm, but tying them had been another difficult challenge. Enough of a challenge that Arabelle kept an eye on her laces as well as the snow covered ground of the woods. Her coat was buttoned once at the middle, and her lame arm kept a hold of the lapel to keep it from blowing open. The cold was enough to convince her that she should have stayed at the manor, but when a gold streak struck the ground a mile ahead, followed by a malicious scream, Arabelle froze in place. As much help as she could be on this mission, she definitely felt like she should have remained behind. Her eyes widened ever so slightly as Justin told the group that their position had been discovered.

Turn back? Would they make it to the cars before the wiccans were upon them? She glanced over at Ezra, who stood close by and glanced her way too. For a brief moment she made herself remember the image mirror at the construction site. Practice, in case they needed to bolt with the mirror he brought with him. She admired the thought. Oscar was the first to answer. She felt her shoulders sag in relief. She’d all but forgotten that the other group was meant to get the wiccans attention. Hopefully that was the cause. Ezra motioned for them to crouch, and Arabelle tried her best to get as low as possible with one functioning arm. She pressed a hand against the ground so that she could push herself back to her feet. The cold began to seep through her glove quickly as she listened to the smart Vanburen. A nod of agreement was her only acknowledgement, her mind focused on the distant earthquake-like sounds of hellhounds paws hitting ground. Nearby she could hear Blu’s murmured prayer.

Justin motioned for the group to hide. She released a slow breath as she got back to her feet to keep her cool. She followed Ezra into the bush and crouched close to him, inching ever closer as the hellhounds blew right by them. They were closely followed by the wiccans, and Arabelle only dared to peek out of a gap in the bush to search for the blonde healer. Thankfully she was not among them.

While Arabelle was thankful that the woman with the hellhounds had taken the other group’s bait, she was still nervous as they approached the wiccans home. Nervous enough that when Justin literally floated over to a window, she wasn’t the least bit impressed. He carried bad news with him when he returned. Her lips pressed into a tight line. Did the leader know the skull was with Georgie? Even if it was in her pocket dimension? Or were they just going to raid their poor, trashed manor again?

Wildly enough, Arabelle found herself nodding in agreement when Oscar suggested she speak with the healer alone. While it was horrible to think of the others distracting the wiccans that remained behind, she wanted the healer’s treachery to remain a secret. Blu appeared on the other side of Ezra. Arabelle looked over the young Vanburen’s face as he explained his abstraction and chewed on her lip in thought. It could work. She’d just have to hope that the healer was the only blonde left in the resort.

Ezra seemed to be thinking the same thing. She wasn’t happy to hear that half of the group would have to cause a scene in order to make this work, but it was a better shot than sneaking inside and risking exposure.

Arabelle was already looking Ezra’s way when he turned to ask her for a description. [color=804061] “No mask, thankfully. She must have taken it off to look for the skull.”[/color] She turned her attention to Blu and tried her best to describe her. [color=804061] “The healer is a little taller than I am. She appears to be in her late twenties or early thirties. Her hair is platinum blonde, almost white, and her eyes are a bright blue- almost grey.”[/color] Arabelle’s hand fidgeted by her side as she tried to explain the healer in more detail. [color=804061] “She has… a small nose. Nice cheekbones. A septum piercing… and she was wearing dramatic black eyeshadow. Her eyebrows are brown, though.”[/color] She trailed off, giving Blu an apologetic smile and glancing between him and Ezra. [color=804061] “Is that, uh, enough?”[/color] She then glanced at Justin. [color=804061] “Did you see a woman in there that fits the description?”[/color]

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