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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[boutant]

[ Maybe, but they can certainly gather information on famed Seelie shardbearers with big mouths.

But first- ]

Holy crap.

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[enthraller]

[You should be used to this kind of shit by now, Miss "Devourer of Light".]

He was a friend, luckily.

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[boutant]

[ She doesn't control oceans, okay. ]

That's part of what worries me, honestly. How do I know that some of those Seelie soldiers weren't people I've made friends with?

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[enthraller]

Hopefully, you have better judgement than that. Do you believe anyone you've made friends with is the sort that would blindly follow orders to destroy the home of non-combatants and kill innocents?

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[boutant]

No, not if they knew what was happening, but I've been wrong before.