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Artanis

“It’s a promise.” She didn’t say anything further for a minute as she tried to regain her composure, just letting Cain’s firm grip and his hand on her hair reassure her that he was okay. Once she’d calmed down, Amuné wiped her face on her sleeve, and looked at him. “I’m glad you’re better,” she told him, though she couldn’t quite manage a smile yet. “Did you like the flowers I left for you? Millie found the vase for me -- she says you can keep it.” There’s been a small, simple vase with wildflowers in it near the foot of his cot, though the assassin probably hadn’t paid them any mind. “Dinner starts soon. Are we still going to runny-voo, even though we’re really late?” She paused, squinting as the sunlight outside hit her right in the eyes. “Um. And you can put me down now. I don’t mind you, but...I don’t usually like touching so much because then people’s feelings are too strong. Sometimes it’s okay, but there’s not enough I’m comfortable with that I’m used to it, and...I’m getting twitchy.”

@TheMinorFall

Adelon: Steeling the Faith [Open!]

When she opened her eyes, Amuné had no idea where she was at first. She felt all fuzzy and her head hurt. There was someone leaning over her, their hair brilliant white in the poor lighting. “Daddy?” she asked, struggling to sit up. But her eyes found their focus, and it wasn’t her father, nor any of the Ydrans from his tribe. Her face fell, and the surge of relief she’d felt evaporated. “Who...where’s Wyth? Where’s Ethan?” The girl rubbed her eyes and looked around, trying to get her bearings, and what she saw wasn’t pleasant. The room was all but bare, dim and not very clean. She was in what seemed like a small cell, metal bars that bore traces of rust on two sides, and cold stone on the other two. A sudden chill made the girl shudder. There were a couple others in the cell, three women and two men, including the one that she’d mistaken for her father. All had the white hair and sharp features that marked Ydrans. Beyond the bars, the room wasn’t terribly big, though various boxes and pieces of furniture filled most of the space. There were several others there, most of them clustered around a table near the window, playing some sort of game.

“I’m sorry, child, but it seems they took you away from your folks.” The man spoke very quietly. “But it’s not the end yet. The Saints watch over us -- have faith.”
One of the women snorted. “The Saints have abandoned us,” she retorted, her voice angry. “There’s nothing--”
“Hush, both of you.” A second Ydran woman waved at them to be quiet. “You’ll attract their attention, and that’s never good. ...We’ll do what we can, alright sweetie?” Somehow she managed to smile at the girl, though fear was written on her features. Amuné nodded mutely and retreated to the far corner, pushing herself against where the two stone walls met. She was shaking, and dread was a hollow pit in her stomach, clawing at her heart and throat. Something terrible was pressing at her Sight, but she squeezed her eyes shut and tried to block it out. She didn’t need to be told this was bad. No Wyth, no Ethan, no anybody. Just a few strange Ydrans that were just as badly off, and the awful fear that the nasty men had hurt the moorcat when they took her, that Wyth might be in just as much trouble, caged up somewhere worried about her, or left hurting, or--

No, she couldn’t think about that. Already her eyes stung with tears. She already had to find her mommy and daddy, she couldn’t bear it if Wyth went missing too. He would find Ethan, and they’d both come for her. She had to believe that. She had to.

Artanis

*flailing*

Fae Courtis: The Wylde Hunt (Reboot)

@Zahrale HAve to do everything you can, at least. I mean, failure is possible, you're just not allowed to aim for that. I see what you mean about multiple orders. But basically a new order can't overrule a previous one unless it's from the same person, but you still have to try to get all orders done...yeah, I more or less understand.

But I see one very specific gigantic loophole and I need to find a way to use this because *flailing*

Artanis

@TheMinorFall YEEE! Have a hysterical Amune. *pets them both* Poor babies. <3

Artanis

She didn’t object to being picked up, looping her arms around his neck and burying her face in his shoulder. “Cain, I was so scared,” she wept, finally finding her voice, though it cracked and wavered. “When you said -- you said...and even with Dr. Max, and -- and...he hurt you and I let it happen, I should have said something -- he was upset and he wasn’t careful enough and you won but you got really hurt and I -- and I....” Amuné stumbled over the words as they came out in a rushed jumble. “You were so calm, I didn’t realize...even when you said -- a-and when you collapsed...Three days, it’s been three days and Ms. Malie said let you sleep but you just lay there and didn’t move -- I thought -- I thought....” The girl’s grip tightened, her tears dripping on his shoulder. “You said you were d-dying -- a-a-and I don’t w-want -- d-don’t die, okay? Promise me? You can’t, I don’t want you to.”

She couldn’t possibly have explained it, certainly not to Cain, but the sight of him, already so pale, and struggling to breath, or lying unresponsive in the bed, all she’d been able to think about was how her parents had looked, the day of their funeral. How he would look, if he didn’t get better. It was unbearable, and the thought had terrified her, but she had been unable to escape it.

@TheMinorFall

Artanis

@TheMinorFall

Maxwell turned away, running one hand through his hair, though with it styled the way it was the action hardly made a difference in his appearance. When he spoke again, his voice was very soft. "She shouldn't have to ask you not to cause her needless pain." He might have said more, but a set of dashing footsteps in the hall made him stop. Moments later the door burst open and Amuné flung her arms around the former assassin. "Cain!" The girl was making an effort not to hurt him, since he'd been injured, but she wasn't exactly gentle. The corner of the doctor's mouth turned upwards at the display, though the look he gave Cain over her head was intense, and then he quietly slipped out of the room.

Amuné didn't even notice his departure. She hugged Cain tightly, like he might vanish if she let go, and her shoulders shook with muffled sobs. The previous three days had been torture, even though the doctor had told her he believed Cain would recover. It had felt like forever, although she could hardly remember anything she'd done. The child had barely gotten his name out, and she couldn't manage to say anything further, but the way she clung expressed her feelings far better than any words might.

Artanis

"Everyone has value," Maxwell countered. "If not to yourself, then to those you are close to." He wasn't sure how to respond to the man's cold manner, and his statement that there was only one important thing in the world. That was the sort of thing he'd expect from a lovestruck youth -- no, even then, it was that their beloved's life was worth more than anything else, even their own suffering. This was something quite different.

"I am sorry if I offended you. I can respect not wishing to tell falsehoods. But..." The doctor hesitated, considering. "I didn't say you should lie. There is a difference between a deliberate deception, and not forcing someone to face an uncomfortable truth."

@TheMinorFall

Fae Courtis: The Wylde Hunt (Reboot)

@Zahrale I was thinking more along the lines of torture , ie give your name up or suffer. If only one order can be followed at a time, it's a simple matter of making sure there's a command to be obeyed, even passively, at all times. In the case of go vs stay, it sounds like...well saying nothing would mean that staying wins, so I guess that means itactualy allows you to choose.

Ooh but this leaves a hugeloophole,and I see real potential for using it! *excited*

Artanis

@TheMinorFall Pfft, Max is all bark and very little bite. Malie's the one you really need to watch out for -- she's a former outlaw. They're both shifters, though. But Max just means...well, he isn't entirely sure how much of what he's heard from the guards to believe, and even if it was all true, that doesn't mean he doesn't do his job. So even if he can't physically make Cain take it easy, or sit down, or whatever, he'll try. And he will /certainly/ be vocal about it. ^.^;