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if the shoe fits
After the disaster that had been the midsummer festival Galena had tried to lay low. She had been fortunate that her ties to her family had been cut and that she was now free, at least she no longer felt magically bound to her step mother. Which meant either she was dead or believed Galena to be. Either way the half fae was not complaining. It was the first time in a very long time that she was not a slave and she was rejoicing.
What she didn't realize, was that now that she was free her untrained magic was releasing out and people were taking notice. Hiding away in a city Galena was trying to lay low when she was attacked from behind and knocked unconscious. The attack had been painful and it felt as though it was stealing something from her.
When she came to with a small groan she found herself in bondage, and very weak. "What's going on?" Her voice was hoarse from the drugs.
Of course there was no answer, but it was clear whomever had taken her had plans as she was tied to a stake and surrounded by fire. That was strange. Why would they need fire? It was getting closer though and her eyes went wide. She was going to die if she didn't do something!
Notes: captured yet again
They'd come when he was alone. Funny thing about companionship; it made everything feel so much...calmer. Peaceful. Even when Sadhbh had gone off to explore, he felt untouchable. Why would anything be the matter? It was a false sense of security--a sense of stupidity. He had been drinking, too--not that he was really very intoxicated, but...he was having a good time. He'd left the tavern in Fynnon to take a stroll, to clear his head. Hell--he hadn't even caused any trouble lately. He was being peaceful, for once in his life. Until they came. It was growing dark, under cover of trees. He immediately lashed out, not bothering with his pipe but merely a gust of wind--his mastery of the elements was strongest in the air, but what should have been a lashing gale to sweep them off their feet, to kick up the dust and let him flee--was nothing. They grabbed him; the fae thrashed. He was far from weak, but they were many; and as panic set in, his frantic attempts to force entry to their minds only threw his focus away from escape, his attempts all in vain. His only thoughts were of escape. Of getting out, getting away--thousands of years and he had always had his magic. Now--he felt helpless, terrified and praying--yes, praying--for aid. Instead of salvation, though--he was hit, hard, head swimming...and consciousness fading. When he woke, it was with soreness, and an odd cloudiness in his mind that spoke of drugs, keeping him under until now. He was upright, he was stiff, and...bound. Smoke licked at his nostrils. Slowly, the fae looked around; his eyes wide, his face paling in abject horror. They were going to be burned. Magic was nowhere to be found. Even his pipe at his side was useless. He couldn't feel Sadhbh anywhere near by, and the fae was completely cut off from--everything. His heart was beginning to race, the sweat beading along his brow. He needed help--but he, and...the others, for he was not alone here, bound and offered like some sacrifice--were clearly not in a position to offer it. Rage began to burn in the fae--alongside panic. Humanity was filth, disgusting--working to stamp out everything that they were incapable of, like the jealous, envious sniveling putrescence they were. He knew they were cowardly, but so cowardly as to try something like this...The fae was beginning to thrash at the ropes, breathing hard--before he caught sight of the other beside him. A girl--in fact, her features looked familiar. Had she been at the midsummer's festival? He remembered that night only faintly, but... "You. Girl--" He hissed, trying to get her attention. "Who are you?" He needed to find out just why they were here--and if he knew who she was, that might show a connection between them. "We need--we need to get out of this. Fast. Can you--move? At all?"
if the shoe fits
Rather than freaking out over being caught again, this was something she needed to avoid in the future, Galena took a deep breath and tried to calm down, she doubted anyone knew she was captured, she hadn't seen anyone since Midsummer when she was freed from Mariel's service. Be it because Mariel was dead or because Mariel had believed her to be dead was yet to be seen, but Galena was not going to complain either way. She was finally free again.
Carefully working on physically getting out of her bindings Galena looked around hearing a voice. He looked vaguely familiar but Galena couldn't place where. Perhaps something to do with her father's order? She couldn't remember, she didn't even know why she was here. Galena looked at him, "I am Galena. I don't know why I'm here."
At his question she nodded, "I can move, been trying to get my hands free."
Notes: captured yet again