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Absently, she looks at her familiar with the final words in her mouth ~ "Goodbye, Isabeau..." ~ Her jaws drop as she notices the slight flutter of the hawk's wings ~
Hurling away the earth from her hands, she hurriedly scoops up the portion she had sifted in earlier. She bends forward and carries Isabeau out, rocking her gently ~ "Isabeau...wake up, my darling..." ~ Struggling to hold the hawk with her right hand, she fumbles for a potion of extra healing from within her robes with her left one. Prying open Isabeau's beak, she downs the contents of the bottle into her throat...
After an eternity, Isabeau's eyelids flutter open, her beady eyes staring reproachfully at Mistral; she emits a grouchy shriek. Her mistress cradles her silently, blinking her tears away.
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