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[Suiteheart]

[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 530px; min-height: 9px; font-family:; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; padding: 20px"]Fire. Suiteheart was no stranger to the element. She had spent many nights curled up beside a campfire in her travels. She had attended many parties where campfire pits were alight. She had also huddled around many small flames, listening to stories from lands far off, laughing with her friends. The only time she had ever seen fire out of control was when someone had burned Margaery's garden to a crisp in the middle of the night.

The blaze had been wild, furious, born from hate or mischief or both. It terrified her. And the scariest part about the inferno was that Margaery stood in its wake, too upset to move. Her eyes had been wide and crying, and Suiteheart remembered the way the fire seemed to be trapped in Margaery's gaze. If she thought long enough on it, she could still feel her fur burning as she dragged Margaery away from the raging blaze. She could still smell the smoke, and she could still taste the ash that choked her. That had been one hell of a night, and she had hoped to never experience something like that again.

But hoping and getting what you hoped for were two different things.

The familiar scent of ash drifted towards her, and her look hardened. In her bones, she could feel that this was Margaery's budding garden. She knew it. It had to be what this inferno was, there was no other way around it. The chocolate point was not lucky enough to have her garden spared.

Large paws hurried for the scene, and she arrived as Bastille was cursing. In horror, Suiteheart witnessed Margaery faint. The polar bear rushed forward, moving passed Maes and Lunafreya, eyes wild with worry. "Nononono," she whispered, picking her wife up. The smoke was killing her, depriving her of oxygen. She needed to be moved. Tears pricked at her eyes as she hurried to move Margaery upwind of the flames and smoke.

She could not... She would not lose her again.

The mighty creature trembled like a terrified child, and she could not remember what to do in these situations. Her mind and heart were racing. After placing Margy a safe distance away from the smoke so that she may breathe, Suiteheart gently shook her wife. "W-wake up, Margaery," she pleaded though her voice was small. [color=#73B1B7][b]"S-someone, do some-something now! Help me, please!"