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Ash approached the fairy with caution, making sure not make any sudden movements. The fairy seemed like a wild animal baked into a corner, and Ash didn't want to scare her off again. Getting closer to both her, the small man, and Coyote (who was following Ash despite her request) made Ash's head feel light, her energy drained and then refilled in quick succession. This much power was almost too much, but Ash would accustom to it soon. She was more sensitive than most, but also stronger. "Hi. I'm Ash, and you are..." She trailed off as a raven flew across the corner of her vision. Finally, something clicked. Ash took in the fairy once more, noticing her in greater detail. She had heard of this girl before. Long, black hair. Bright, green eyes. Wings like her fowl companion. Yes this had to be Lynn Stormwind. She was said to be cursed to only give out curses. Interesting. Ash wondered if this were true. It would truly make her a dangerous friend, but a powerful ally. Plus, she seemed nice and out of place. With this one puzzle solved, Ash moved on to the next one. Why were all these powerhouses showing up in the same place? It couldn't be mere coincidence. No, Ash didn't believe in coincidences. There must have been something that had drawn them here. What was it? They couldn't all be caught up in Lady Braithwope's try for power, could they? Or was there some magical source that was drawing them here? (Or was it just plot, Ash would ask if she were able to break the fourth wall. Unfortunately...)
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Ash's attention, already spread so thin, broke when the strange fairy took off. She couldn't let her run away. The unanswered questions wouldn't kill her, but she hated unsolved puzzles. They felt like failure, and Ash did not fail. "Stay right there," she said to Coyote and his friend. Ash took off after the fairy, waving her down. "Wait!!!"
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My my, Ash thought to herself, that is a lot to handle. Lady Braithwope. With debts to pay to some mysterious secret society. Goodness. That was something to think about. Not that she had any proof. She wasn't even sure that she could use it even if she did. People like that were hard to get to. Besides, who knew what it would do poor Ella. Ash was filing that information away for later when a thump sounded from the direction of the fairy. She felt another magical wrongness and figured it was probably the small man that had ran into the strange girl. Goodness. How many ridiculously powerful people could she run into in one day? To be frank, it was getting a little overpowering. Magic had a certain feel to it. Ash couldn't quite describe it. It lulled you to sleep at the same time it energised you. It filled sounds like newly fallen snow and sharpened colors. Just being near Coyote was starting to affect her senses. Coyote's power has a certain feel. Yes it was wrong, but it was something else as well. It felt dry like a desert though she swore that she could almost smell the world after rain. It felt like long days and bright nights without the light pollution of the city. It felt wild and restrained at the same time. "Do you know these two?" Ash asked Coyote.
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Before she could get an answer out of Coyote, Ash felt the wrongness again. Someone powerful had approached. It was discombobulating to be this close to two opposing powers. She looked around, trying to see who it was. It wasn't very hard, seeing as almost no one was out and about on this street. There! At the end of the line of houses, not far from where Ash stood, was a dark figure with enormous raven wings. Danger rolled off her in waves. To be honest, it was really intimidating. Ash shrank back and had to stop herself from hissing. Hissing! She had never done something like that before. What was wrong with her? It was just another person, a fairy likely. One that hadn't learned or perhaps chose to not hide her wings. How odd. Ash herself had wings, being a fairy. Hers were not as impressive as the strange figure's though. When she allowed them to, copper lacy dragonfly wings sprouted from her back. That was part of the reason she had cut her dirty blonde hair into a neat bob. It was much easier to fly without hair imposing her wings. But she almost never let them out. It was rude in society and crowded walking around with wings. Not to mention awfully inconvenient to let go of the advantage of secret magic. Ash was almost ready to abandon Coyote and walk over to the new girl, but she hasn't gotten all the answers from him that she wanted. Ash turned her attention reluctantly back to Coyote and acted as if nothing had happened.
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"No, I don't believe anyone is home," Ash replied. "I stood out here for forever and no one came. What buisness do you have with Lady Braithwope?" Lady Braithwope had recently become very important in Capital society and politics. It was very suspicious that these two were wanting to speak to her. Did this mean that the Lady had magic to owe for her new influence? Interesting. Very interesting. Perhaps if Ash could prove something was afoot with the Braithwope's new financial gain, she could get out of inviting them to the ball. The two girls of the household were petty and manipulative, and deserved no chance at winning Charles's hand in marriage. Ash had a particular dislike of them, though she was quite fond of their half sister, Ella. Ella was of a pretty sort, with blonde hair and green eyes. She was also kind hearted and an excellent cook, though her real passion lied in seeing. Ash had grown up with Ella as the only one Ash could find refuge in at the many balls and dinner parties she had to go to (besides Charles, but he was always to busy for her). However, Ella's father had remarried, and Ella's presence anywhere had stopped. Ash had even tried to see her at her own home, but was quickly turned away. It was odd and worrying. One of the only reasons Ash had mustered up the motivation to go out and meet with the Braithwopes was to see if Ella was there. Pity. Ash would always try again though. She wasn't one to give up easily on a friend.
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The coyote guy glanced at his red headed friend and an understanding seemed to pass between them. Ash didn't know exactly what had been shared but it must have been some information about herself because when Coyote looked back, wariness tainted his gaze, though he hid it. Ash's smile tightened and worry slid into her own gaze, and she knew she did not hide it half as well. "Well," she bluffed in answer to Coyote's question, "you two looked awfully lost... Who are you looking for? I know most of these streets, maybe I can help you?" She better know them. She had been studying maps of the city for weeks. Ash sucked at remembering directions, and she knew she had to get better at that.
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"Why hello, Coyote. My name is Ash," she said, giving him the same courtesy he had given her in only offering his first name. Not even his true name at that. Rude. Still, Ash wasn't willing to risk lying to him and his buddy. That feeling of wrongness spoke of power in his blood. Power she wasn't going to cross without a real reason. Ash wondered if Coyote could feel her as well, but she didn't think so. She wasn't nearly powerful enough to warrant attention. After all, she could hardly tell lies from the Truth, and even then she could only do the fundamentals (age, name, true desires and whatnot). She's was much better at transfiguration magic and nine out of ten times that had carried her through. She should have payed more attention in that class.
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Ash waited uncomfortably at the door and considered ringing the bell for a third time. No they probably weren't home. Still, families like this usually had at least one butler if not a full staff. She turned around, wondering if she should just walk away. She could invite them tomorrow and she still had so much more to do to prepare for the ball... Just then she noticed two people in the street. That wasn't the odd part. This street, though not particularly busy, did have some traffic. No there was something wrong about these two, though Ash couldn't put the finger on it. They both stared at her, and didn't look away when she noticed them. Ash stared right back and walked over to the two figures. She stuck or her hand to the more authoritative-looking one and introduced herself. Ash was looking forward to solving this new mystery. Things have been so boring after she's had to devote herself to her final exam.
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Ash stood shivering out on the doorstep, waiting for someone to open the door or do something (anything really) to interact with her. She ring the doorbell again. Perhaps no one had heard her first attempt.
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(Check in first spoiler for instructions and second one for character description) Ash sighed internally. This was the last house she had to visit for today. Well, she said house. More accurate was a mansion or palace, but so were most of the other "houses" on this street. She was here to royally and officially invite the noble families to the Prince's ball. It was her last ditch attempt to find Charles his True Love *tm, and she refused to fail. There was no way she was letting any girl get away. If she had any say over it, every girl in the kingdom would dance with Charles at his ball, and she knew that no self-respecting noble would deign come to a ball without a personal invitation. Ash wasn't truly sure who lived in the house so, preparing herself for the worst, she closed her eyes, smoothed her trousers, drew in a deep breath, and pulled the cord to the doorbell.
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Briar looked suspiciously down at the dwarf. "How do you know I'm cursed?," she replied defensively. The curse was one of the only things she was self-conscious about. It had caused several people not to be her friend and others to look at her with pity or worse, like she was a freak show. Briar has learned quickly to keep the curse a secret. So how did this odd little dwarf know about it?
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Briar turned around, the ghost having caught her attention. "Well," she answered, "I would love to, but you see here, this guy wants to kill me and when I die, in not going to be able to play anymore. Do you understand?" Briar wondered if the ghost could do anything to help the situation. Otherwise, she would have to use diplomacy to get out, and she never was all that good at lying.
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"Okay, okay," Briar said, starting to worry that the sheild wouldn't hold against this guy. "I get it, you don't like the nickname." She then muttered under her breath, "Don't get your feathers in a twist. "You obviously are a very powerful guy and deserve my respect, so how about we put down our hands and talk." She wanted to get this fight over with. Briar could hold her own in small fights against people her own size, but this guy- plus his magic and his goon- was way out of her league. The silvery light worried her. He had said "if you value your sanity". Not your life, your sanity. She knew she couldn't die yet, so his threat was that much scarier. Then again, Briar was already questioning if her sanity was intact after today. Who knew, maybe it wasn't.
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Briar tried to step forward defensively in response to the bird's threat, but she couldn't. Briar ran into an invisible wall. What was with her and running into things today? Might as well use it to it's fullest. Briar raised an eyebrow, regaining her composure. "Is that a threat, little songbird?" Man, she was hoping the shield wouldn't break. She also was hoping that the silvery light wasn't painful. However, hoping had never gotten her anywhere. Bravado, though that had saved her several times... The wolf's threats to Yls temporarily free Briar's attention. He was about to eat the poor thing. Oh well, she wasn't too attached to it anyways. It didn't seem to matter to anyone else though, which was sad. Briar had her own problems, but if she had time, she would save the fox.
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"Fly away birdie," Briar said. "Unless you want to get eaten." She didn't trust this new man and his associate; she couldn't read his expression, which was dangerous because it meant she couldn't tell what he was going to do. Any time you can tell what your enemy is going to do, you have an advantage over them. That was an advantage she relied on when she went out of the castle. For all her waving of pointy metal sticks, Briar was actually a really bad fighter. She could hardly disarm a dummy, much less an actual opponent. It was bravado that kept her safe all these years, not excellence. People tended to back off when you point a sword at their throat. Other than his expression, he just looked like trouble. Like those guys who pretend they saved you from a danger they themselves set up just so they could steal even more when you've put your guard down. To say the least, Briar did not trust this guy.
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Briar groaned. She hated falling in public. It made her seem much clumsier than the princess persona she put on in the castle. "Hey, Solona," she called, getting up from the ground, still pointing her sword at the wolf. "Let's not make friends with the thing that's trying to eat people, okay." Ghosts, as centuries-dead people, often forgot basic rules of society (like condoning the eating of sentient beings), along with the fact that when most people get stabbed or eaten, they die. Briar loved ghosts for that. They weren't caught up in the superficial things in the world. Most didn't care that she happened to be a princess (other than a few stuffy ones in the attic above the palace). They were just good friends, never fair-weathered. Of course, there were always exceptions, but Briar got a feeling that this wasn't one of them. She had misjudged people before, though, and didn't want to get too comfortable with the ghost. Suddenly, two men appeared in the middle of the group. "Great," Briar said sarcastically. Whoever they were, they couldn't be here for a good reason.
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A blinding flash. Though she couldn't see, Briar took the opportunity to run from the wolf. She grabbed the dwarf's hand and ran, pulling him with her and away from the danger. Dwarf in one hand, sword in the other, Briar raced away from the wolf... At least until she, still blinded, collided with something, something that definately wasn't a tree as it hasn't been there before and trees couldn't walk (though, the way he day had been going, she wouldn't have been surprised). Briar stumbled back and fell (luckily having let go of the dwarf moments before he fell with her). "What the Hades?" she cussed, rubbing her head. Briar hissed, in her fall she had city herself with her sword, it was dangerous to run with swords. Still, it wasn't like her to be this clumsy. Sure, she had fallen off a few cliffs, but most of those had been on purpose (she didn't have a death wish, but seeing how the curse managed to get her out of life-threatening situations was entertaining, though still dangerous). She usually was more careful than this- she had to be if she didn't want to get caught by the royal guards. What was wrong with her today, or just today in general.
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Briar nearly jumped out of her skin having almost forgotten that the man was there. "Oh, that's a wolf that wants to eat us, over there is a ghost, by that den is a talking fox, and I'm Briar," she rushed without turning her back on the wolf. "Unless you happen to be a swordsman, I would recommend you run."
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Briar glared right back at the wolf, holding her sword up higher. "Unless you want to be my new fur coat," she snarled, "I suggest you get out of here."
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Briar heard a small thump from the other side of the tree that she had put her back against. She turned around and saw a man slumped sullenly against the other side of the tree. Poor guy, he was about to get caught up in this because he was in the wrong place at the wrong time.
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Briar kind of just stood there, useless, but ready to attack of the wolf made a move. This was turning out to be a really odd day for her, and she was too busy trying to wrap her head around what was happening to make a plan.
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Briar swiveled around, hearing the quiet greeting. She saw two figures in the warm darkness of sunset. The first and closest was a ghost. She wasn't too frightened by that, several ghosts inhabited the palace and she had even made friends with a few. No, what scared her was the big grey wolf. It was wearing a mobster suit of all things, and the hat could have been laughable if he didn't look like he sees about to eat her. Her eyes grew wide and Briar drew her sword. Sure, he may not be able to kill her until a month from then, but he could still swallow her whole or bite of a few limbs in the process.
