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01-14-2015, 04:34 PM
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah
His gaze bore into Sno with an odd patience. It was the same he had given Mirabella when she had accused him of monstrous crimes for taking away her mother. It was the place of children to be filled with unbridled emotion when they were confronted with things they didn't understand. He remembered the pale girl - the two had sparred together long ago. She had been weak then, as she had been now. If accusations were really an admission of guilt, then whose to say she wasn't the murderer? After all, she seemed happy to jump on board with blaming him even though he had just arrived. It wasn't He who had burned the body after all. And even Gaucho wasn't stupid enough to return to a murder scene after having committed a crime.
A flaming wing dropped from Gaucho's flank to gently brush against Meg. The movement was subtle, but it was enough to let his warrior know that he sensed her fire, her anger and pain. He could fight his own battles, but he would not reject her support. He did not do this - Ophelia's magic would show as much and then all would be put to right. Perhaps then he and Mauja could finally get down to the business of his sea-departure.
Gauch's bulky head lowered, as if Ophelia's magic needed physical access. It was a sign of not necessarily submission, but of compliance. He had nothing to fear from the tendrils of her magic - he had allowed her access to his mind once before. He owed the restoration of his memories to her. The Wildfire felt a vibrantly blue tingle pierce his thoughts. It itched and cooled, feeling almost like a gel that was forming around his very consciousness.
The black backlash that struck out towards Ophelia felt like a twinge in the back of his skull. His body felt numb for a moment, before it was suddenly gone. A wash of fog seemed to mist over what had just happened, as if the feeling of whatever had reached out towards Ophelia was a distant memory - one that would not be held onto.
Through Mara's eyes Gaucho tried to find Ophelia's gaze, to discern what it was she made of what just happened. As she offered an ambiguous judgement of his innocence, the dun wondered whether or not it was simply some ploy to propel the anger against him. What did the blackness have to do with his innocence? He had not done this. Surely she must have seen that? Whatever hold over there was from his memories being erased the lsat time (as surely that was the cause), had nothing to do with the new memories that he clearly had? Still, she appeared ... genuinely distraught. There seemed to be no malicious intent behind her words, only honesty.
Like Mauja, the dun meant to step forward to ensure that the queen was alright, until the explosive body of Torleik entered the picture. Amongst the males (the ones he could see anyways), Torleik stood shorter, for both Mauja and Gaucho were several inches taller. Even amongst the females Torleik was not much taller, save for Meg. Expecting to have another voice attempt to pin the murder upon him, Gaucho was both surprised and mildly relieved to see the darkened warrior turn his wrath against Mauja. Deciding not to make a move towards Ophelia for apparently she belonged to the braided warrior. Ophelia did seem the type to be anyones woman but ... the stallion seemed fairly confident of his assertion.
So that was it then. A charred body, a grieving child, an ex lover and escape artist, his warrior, braids and his woman. And of course, Gaucho the accused.
"What now." He asked, more or less the entire group. Would they try and take him on? With Meg at his side he felt confident she could take on Sno if he took Mauja. Whether he would win would be another story ... but Warrior Braids and the Queen? Which side would they chose? Would they even try and hold him here, accused of crimes to which they had nothing but circumstantial evidence? Evidence that they were now burning?
