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Queenie glanced around, "Well I don't think she would have much reason to go further down. Especially not in a nightmare. Common sense says don't stray into the darkest parts ...

She switched to sign language, "Do you understand this well enough?" she signed, slower than usual to give him a chance to catch every word. She really shouldn't be the ...

"Right," said Megara, "Well, you're in control, lead the way." Fidel nodded, "Where do you think he is?" he asked, still trembling from the extended use of his magic.

Kiran nodded and took an extra step away from the group just to be sure she wouldn't accidentally brush up against someone and cause some serious damage. She shoved her ...

She blinked and took a startled step back. Kate was...something. Marciella kept her polite smile and dipped her head respectfully, "It is a pleasure to meet you," she said, "I ...

Lady Marciella Filis: She would appear racially ambiguous to anyone on Earth, with chocolate-colored skin and shoulder-length wavy black hair, but would otherwise look just a little...off. She has mar

Fidel's magic subsided and the king fell to the ground, still wrapped in the magical cords. "Yeah..." Megara responded, trailing off before she remembered that she wasn't the only one ...

Megara sighed. This was perfect. Simply superb . "Yes, mermaids," she said shortly, "They're..." she glanced at the loiterers, "...sensitive. Just, don't talk to them. I don't have time to ...

"Go ahead," Megara responded, "There's plenty of blood on my hands as is." She watched the king's face. He didn't seem capable of forming words. Maybe that was because of ...

Megara rolled her eyes and gestured to Fidel. He got her meaning and raised his hands. The grass at the king's feet shot up, wrapping around him in twisted cords ...

Megara hesitated for a moment, brushed a curl from her face, and nodded in return. Then she turned on her heel and led the way through the streets, keeping her ...

Marciella crossed her arms, "It wasn't the wind," she repeated, annoyed now. She was beginning to think that the humans in this world were even worse than the humans her ...

Marciella had no idea what that meant, but she nodded as if she did. The door slammed shut. She winced. There had been an energy with it, something magical. Ghosts. ...

Her internal frustration at that didn't show. She shoved it down, down, down, out of her mind entirely and used the free mind space to search for a new angle. ...

Marciella concluded that the stairs wouldn't be safe. She turned to the other two. Clearly neither of them owned this place, she doubted anyone did what with the wretched state ...