THE END OF INFINITY : Capture

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[align=center]— aine | the pitt | fae druid —

The petite vixen spent more time than not tending to her garden.  Her father had emphasized the importance of caring for it, especially in the light of the Pitt's lack of healers.  She dedicated herself to the matter with immense concentration.  Her brother, the lone figment of her imagination, lingered nearby, listening to her conduct her 'scientific' observations.

Only her concentration suddenly shattered.  The glass shards of a focused mind scattered wildly.  Fire barely gave the sensation justice.  No blood drips down her face, or turns the grass scarlet.  Wrong.  Her brother can offer no assistance to her pained cry.  The fae stumbles.  Trembling paws.  The pond in the center of her garden, with its reflective waters, offered no answers.  No injury.

Yet the child knew something had hurt her.  On impulse, she searched for flames, for soot and smoke, but the trees were clear.  Nothing burned.  So, sniffling, wobbling on uneven legs, Aine seeks out camp.  Her father must be somewhere... Her father could help...

But there is iron in the air.  Pain.  Her vision is blurry when she locks onto her father.  What he is spectating she doesn't fully see yet.  She practically falls onto him, cheeks wet.  "Ça fait mal, da. Ça fait mal." Her words stumble over each other, quick with a child's confused panic.

Then the vixen spots him.  Familiar in a small, spotted cat's shape.  Blood on his face.  So much red.  "Ikai." Her head shakes, numb with shock.  Bitter betrayal burns, suddenly alive in hazel hues, turning on her father, who had watched.  Desperate for him to put an end to whatever had happened, to deal consequences for the harm of both her best friend and herself.  "Ikai… Ca m'a fait mal aussi."

— I'll come back when you call me —