Bumblebeee
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Faye Flamesong
Location: West Latos
Company: Aurora Flamesong
Witch: Unbonded Fire Witch
Location: West Latos
Company: Aurora Flamesong
Witch: Unbonded Fire Witch
Everything happened so fast.
Faye was running. Her feet hurt with each slap of the cobblestone against them. Each breath felt like brambles getting pulled into her lungs. She'd been running for what felt like forever. Usually she was able to slip away from the soldiers, disappear into the crowd with the other dirt caked citizens of the West district, but she'd fucked up. She'd fucked up bad. She could still feel the grip of the soldier's fist in her hair as he dragged her back. Her throat hurt from screaming for her sister.
Aurora could fix it, Aurora always fixed it.
Just as she'd spotted her sister's face, the same pale cheeks and blue eyes that Faye saw in the mirror of lakes and streams, Faye had fixed it herself. One of her flailing arms caught the soldier where the sun don't shine and his grip slackened as he crumpled. Faye scrambled to her feet, snatched up the parcel, and ran. She ran and she ran and she ran, her sister at her side, but the soldiers doggedly kept on their tails. This was why Aurora told her to stay away from the sponsored vendors. The empire paid for their security, not some hired hands looking for extra whore house coin. Faye knew better! Why had she been so stupid?
For a moment Faye felt the sizzling against her fingertips. The stinging in her chest each time she pulled in air started to burn. All it would take was a well placed spark- Faye's magic had always been particularly explosive. She clutched the parcel closer to her chest and imagined the sizzle of water poured over the evening cookstove. She smothered the flames. Being caught for stealing was bad. Being exposed as a witch was worse. They were better off getting caught than getting away like that.
As if called forth by her mind, the shambling chain of two bondsmen rounded the corner in front of them. Witches- hands bound with cold iron and cheeks scarred with the mark of the empire- were lead by four soldiers. Absently, with a forced detachment that came with the adrenaline pumping through her veins and the dulling waves of familiarity, Faye noted that there was a young man among them. Younger than even she was, the boy the thing all of them sobbed at first- that he didn't do it, that he was innocent, mercy, please, mercy- Faye realized he must have just been caught.
"Pheonixshit!" Faye slipped as she slid to a stop, feet skidding in the dirt road. Dread pooled in her stomach, hollowing her out, as she looked back- the soldiers chasing them were already at the entrance to the street. To go forward was to run to four soldiers guarding the terrifying vision of their future. To go back was to be caught and branded a thief, thrown in jail.
This was when things started to go even faster and got... Fuzzy.
Faye remembered falling- not falling, she was thrown. She remembered a rush of wind so strong it knocked her off her feet. She remembered something large and- and brown? Something feathered? The back of her head throbbed. Was that- no, it couldn't be... But it was. A person- a woman with long black hair contained in one thick neat braid that twinkled with braided in babbles- on the back of a massive brown bird. Sound slowly came back to her, but she was still seeing double, or maybe she wasn't and the beast was just that large. It filled the street entirely, blocking her view of the bondsmen. Then it was gone, and suddenly so was the boy.
She became slowly aware of her sister shouting her name. Then Aurora's blurry face in front of her. Her sister's hands dragging her upright. Faye had just enough time to scrape her parcel back up out of the dirt before Aurora was forcing them into a run, slipping right past the guard, all still getting their wits about them as she was. Aurora must have not fallen as hard from the... The whatever that was, or maybe she was just stronger than the rest of them. Faye found both options plausible.
Once they had slipped back into the flow of traffic, scarves pulled over their distinctive scarlet curls, Faye waited until air wasn't quite as painful to pull into her lunges before speaking. She had gotten them into this... This whatever that was. The bird, the person, Faye was half convinced she had imagined them, her skull pounded with enough throbbing pain for her to believe that she'd hit the wall hard enough to cause visions. What she did know was that she'd almost gotten caught.
"I'm sorry, Aurora, I- I didn't see them."
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