(ooc: My previous post was done on the spur of the moment, but now I've just got to finish this cos I've just figured out what comes next. Arghh... so addictive...there goes my remaining hour of sleep
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She sprints along the streets, her heart racing from both the exertion and fear that Isabeau could well be dead - a fear that no mindshield circlet can prevent. Stopping to ask any passer-by if they have seen any creature vaguely similar to her hawk, she finally gets some answers...
She rushes to the market square and her sharp eyes spot her familiar lying unconscious on the ground, along a relatively dark alley. Running forward, she cradles Isabeau in her arms and carries her back to the old building; Larry is still snoring...
Isabeau feels cold to the touch, and alarm creeps into Mistral. ~
Better safe than sorry... ~ She prises open Isabeau's beak and pours a potion of cure poison, followed by a potion of cure disease. ~ Moments later, the hawk has regained consciousness and strength. She begins to narrate her adventure, ending with
... and so, he waited for me to pass out before getting me... it would have been easy to pick me up from the streets without suspicion after that. ~
A flash of anger streaks across Mistral's face and she clenches her fists tightly. ~
Someone is going to pay for this... ~ Turning to Isabeau ~
Rest here, Isabeau. ~ With that, she storms out of the building. ~