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Choking in the clouds of smoke rapidly filling the room, she gasps and barely manages to call out Larry's name once. ~ Isabeau...where are you... outside?... Where's Larry?....You don't know?... ~ Realising the futility of getting his attention, she parts the fumes away from her face and staggers out of the building once more.
Not noticing the robed figures, she stands back to assess the situation, all the while registering her familiar's thoughts ~ You have found something...someone...three figures... what about them?...They don't speak human or elven language?...So what?...Who are they?... ~
Suddenly, she winces as a powerful force jolts her mind. Turning to the left where the psionic blast came from, her eyes spot a bundle of feathers some distance away. Her stomach turns and her face turns ashen. For what seems like eternity, she stumbles forward, praying that her fears are imaginary...
"NOOOOOOOO!!!.........ISABEAU!!!!...."
She drops on her knees before her familiar, now lying quite lifeless on the ground. Throwing her arms around the hawk, she lets the tears course down her cheeks unchecked and splash onto its wings ~ What have I done to you, my darling... ~ her body convulses in spasms ~ I've sent you to your death... ~ The agony stabs her in her heart relentlessly and repeatedly.
~ "Come back, Isabeau...I beg you... come back!" ~ Sobbing wildly, she lowers her head further, completely unaware of the penetrating gazes of the mages behind her. ~ "I promise to spend more time with you...just come back to me...please..." ~
Scooping up her beloved hawk into her arms, she raises her eyes to the heavens ~ My Isabeau...faithful to the last ~ Her vision is blinded by tears ~ In health, I neglected you... in death, I shall watch over you... ~ Turning away from the building, she walks blindly on, carrying her burden of guilt.
[This message has been edited by mistral4543 (edited 10-31-2001).]
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