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[color=D8BFD8]Location:[/color] The Statue of Ardyon’s room -> Mikkail’s Sitting Room
[color=D8BFD8]Grimoire:[/color] Cure wounds
[color=D8BFD8]Skills:[/color] Biology +2, Healing +2
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Connie sat on her heels next to Barty. She rolled her eyes, but didn’t comment about his attitude. She was used to it. Jake... or she supposed she should call him Jacob, would get used to it too. 

[color=D8BFD8] “Hmm, I have not tried to shift an empowered glyph before.”[/color] Her eyes flickered over the statue. She wanted to try to make him flesh again. [color=D8BFD8] “That may be the puzzle before it is safe for me to shift him to flesh-”[/color] Connie was cut off from saying anything more as Jacob exclaimed that he was in pain. She was about to go to her feet to go to him when Barty covered her with his cloak, protecting her from the blinding flash of colored light that Jacob released. 

Barty apologized and grabbed her. She flinched. Thankful for the glove protecting her as he dragged her. Together they arrived at a gruesome scene. Connie only froze for a moment. All thoughts of anything but her medicine and healing was driven from her mind. She crouched near Cassie. Connie looked around hoping to find the missing hand, but in a quick look around she couldn’t find it. Time was too precious to waste any longer.

Magical light surrounded her and flowed into the stump on Cassie’s arm as Connie whispered words. To her they had no meaning except for how they felt. However, they were from a long dead language. Warmth spread and the wound healed over. Unfortunately, due to the lack of hand to reattach Connie couldn’t return the limb.  







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[color=f14a83]Location:[/color] Neverish
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Dysphoria was, to say the least, displeased. 

[color=F739D7]“We were not informed of sudden drops and freezing threats!”[/color] Dysphoria shouted up into the inky void that was once a gate, the need to keep their Darling safe in full force. They'd felt the sudden shock of cold and the ground fall out from under their feet and Dysphoria wrapped their Darling in their own body. Theirs could break and form and break and form over and over and over and Dysphoria would rather die than let this strange place touch them.

As the world changed around them, Dysphoria's eyes slitted and eyed the trees rising. They did not know what waited for them at the bottom, so they slung a tendril out, tugged themselves closer to a rising tree, and dug their claws into the wood to slow their descent, screeching to a halt several feet above the ground. They leaned out and watched the woodling pause just before the ground. They waited a moment after his feet touched, dropped, and let their tongue taste the air. 

[color=F739D7]“We do not taste a threat. Would you like to come out, Darling? Are you feeling better?”[/color] 

Finley did not fear much. The fall was terrifying but adrenaline inducing. Considering the unknown factors of this place they did not let out a whoop of excitement. With the frostbite beaten back by Dysphoria they felt warm and comfortable embraced by them. [color=f14a83] “I do feel better, my love.”[/color] They did not say thank you, though for Dysphoria they could without incurring a penalty. They were too bound up among each other for things like fealty and favors. [color=f14a83] “Let us join Rohan.”[/color] Finley considered dropping down and scaring the wood-cursed being, but decided the iron sword was enough of a threat to not risk his ire. [color=f14a83] “Rohan,”[/color] they spoke, letting their voice carry to him. 

Dysphoria leapt to the ground, settling in next to Rohan. Dysphoria carefully, cautiously pulled back to reveal their Fae and curled around them. The Symbiote twisted tendrils between their fingers and nuzzled up closed. [color=F739D7] “This is a strange place. No animals, no food. We do not care for it.”[/color] 

[color=f14a83] “Remember this place is not normal. It is between places. I do not think animals could survive here. Are we entering this house?”[/color] Finley looked at the hut. Their fingers caressing Dysphoria’s tendrils.