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[color=f14a83]Grimoire:[/color] Fae Magic
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[color=f14a83] “I can confirm that the smell of blood between the head is the same as that on Franklin and Jake,”[/color] Finley verified that for everyone. Now that the head had been found, they were not needed. Maybe for the return trip as the guide again, but that was not as necessary. It was theoretically easier to return to the upstairs area. 

Finley stood, watching behind them as everyone’s attention was on the head. This place was dangerous enough that they should not leave their backs unwatched. Finley said the next thing slightly over their shoulder. 

[color=f14a83] “When you have satisfied yourselves with looking, let me know. We should not linger here; however, I can ride his blood and see if he knew what killed him.”[/color] Riding the blood on the tide of a death was dangerous. One of the most dangerous things Finley could do. Because if they did it wrong, they could ride the death completely and be pulled into death themself. 


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When the head was first revealed, Connie winced, ever so slightly. Not from fear, not even disgust. But at the sight of death. Her body ached for a moment in the knowledge that she was much too late. She was a powerful healer, but not this powerful. Even still, she felt an urge to reach out and try to heal him, to pull him back to the land of the living. She tucked her hands behind her back and sighed.

It was her roommate and covenmate. A part of her had hoped it wouldn’t be, and his continued absence would remain a mystery. She looked at the head, watching as Franklin and Annika both examined it. 

[color=D8BFD8] “Frankie, if you need help with the autopsy, let me know.”[/color] 

She frowned as Annika revealed the beetles. The sugar skulls she recognized as part of the Mexican culture. If she remembered correctly, that was connected with the Day of the Dead. Her frown deepened. They would have to inform his family as quickly as possible. They needed to know, for the sake of his soul. Today was the Day of the Dead. Beetles themselves were sometimes used as a means of protection - guardians of the home. The tidbit that came to her memory that was most interesting was their use as messengers. Was this a message? If it was the message was esoteric enough to be unclear without research. 

[color=D8BFD8] “Perhaps we should relocate to Frankie’s lab. Unless someone thinks they can get more information from the location.”[/color] Finley was right, they shouldn’t linger here too long.