audio | unseelie locked | february 7th, post-destruction of caer scima.

[boutant]

[ She would use the video function but there's blood everywhere -- on her hands, her mouth, her chin. There will be more, if she has her way. Her voice is tight with barely concealed emotion -- rage, worry. Next to her comes the low sounds of a wolf who seems to be in pain; poor Brennan had felt it when Caer Scima was attacked, his howl having split across the battlefield like a clap of thunder. ]

If you can be spared or have the capacity, go put out the fires in La Llorona. Caer Scima's destroyed, if you haven't already heard the news. Any refugees can head for the third spire, if they need a place to go. I'd offer my manor as well, but you'll have to get through the burning forest to get there. Still, if you can, it's open to you.

[ A hissed breath. ]

Let me know if you're out of there. And- if anyone knows if a vampire named Aindrea got out of Caer Scima, please tell me.

Oh, and if you still think this war doesn't involve you, is something you can avoid? You're an idiot.

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private;

[erythristic]

There is a team of six I will send to you. Tell me what they should be ordered to do before I have them answer to your people's requests.

[they'll survive, she knows, but she's not going to leave them to burn. there's ways of sending messages.]

private;

[boutant]

North. The fires will spread; we need to stop them, even if that means leaving what's already on fire to burn.

[erythristic]

It will be done. It may take some time, but it will be done.

[boutant]

Some shardbearers are going to assist. We'll make it work.

[ They have to. ]