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"Of course you may Ailurin," removing his head from her lap, she stood and stretched. A clamber downstairs caught her hearing and she frowned, "I suppose I had better go see what going on," straightening her dress, she opened the door and glided smoothly down the stairs. What met her eyes in the common room caught her completely by surprise, thuogh she let nothing slip behind her serene mask. A man, in shining armour and a white cloak with a sun on its back, was glaring around,
"I know you fools are hiding a witch here! It is a treason of the Light to harbour one of those witches!"
"I presume you are speaking of me?" Ladisha spoke up with a mild tone.
The man froze and he stared at her, then in a fury quickly started moving towards her, hand on sword. Ladisha waited until he was a foot away from her with his sword half drawn before she embraced the Source and wrapped him deftly in weaves of Air, holding him steadfast.
The mans eyes were hard still, "You'll be hung for this, witch," he growled.
"Undoubtedly. Unfortunaley, you're not to be going to reporting to anyone that I'm here," she smiled and stepped around him as she tied off her weaves, leaving him stuck.
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