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  1. cloakedHacker

    Pride and Larceny

    "I don't think anyone saw it was me necessarily, so there shouldn't be too many guards about anyway." Iridia spoke, looking back up to Rashvana as she sat back down. The smaller sprite studied the girl in front of her, taking in her features, her heart pounding against her chest, a blush rising to her face. The winter woman had the face of an angel that Iridia so desperately wanted to touch and press kisses to, long hair that she wanted to run her fingers through and play with, a figure she wanted to touch gently and caress. Swallowing hard, the tanned girl tore her gaze away hesitantly, wanting to admire Rashvana for ages more. The white-haired fae instead looked up to the window, the sun shining through and lighting up the small dark bell room. "I am, however.. a bit sleepy.." Iridia murmured as she slowly lowered herself down to lay on her side, eyes fluttering closed. A big sigh escaped from between her pink lips, allowing her body to relax and fall limp finally. Her body was extremely exhausted but she kept pushing herself for Rashvana's sake: making sure she was taken somewhere safe, flying quite a distance and escaping away from the fae guards with the materials for the winter girl's wounds, carrying her around due to her injured wing. Iridia didn't mind doing it in the slightest, it was the least she could do for the mechanic considering that she was the one who pulled her into their mess of a situation, but it was definitely taking a toll on her small body.
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    Pride and Larceny

    The taller fae pulled Iridia closer as she stood on her knees, dabbing at her cheeks and wounds on her face tenderly, the cool water pleasing to the sprite. With a small sigh, she fluttered her eyes open only to see Rashvana's chest near her face, instantly causing a blush to rise up to her cheeks and pointed ears. Blinking rapidly, Iridia quickly looked away from the mechanics breasts, not wanting to be rude, though she very much would've enjoyed to kiss and touch. The white-haired girl cleared her throat sheepishly, looking up to Rashvana's face, watching how her face concentrated as she cleaned up Iridia's own wounds. "Th.. Thank you." The sprite said, her voice hardly above a whisper as she took in the mechanic's beauty. She stared up at the fae before tearing her gaze away from the winter girl, coming back to her senses, looking down to the ground, trying to avoid catching sight of her chest again as it was still near her face. "We can camp out here for a little bit.. Wait until you have your strength back again and such before moving along and getting you back home."
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    Pride and Larceny

    "I'm just fine, Rashvana." The sprite spoke, unraveling the bandages. "Just thinking, is all." Iridia wrapped her arms around the mechanic for a moment to wrap the bandage around her body, the thin cloth pressing against the sliced skin on her back. The thief's arms and hands brushed softly against the sides of the winter fae every now and then as she continued wrapping the gauze around her body, still a bit silent as she patched up Rashvana. After wrapping it around her quite a few times, Iridia tucked the end of the bandages into the wrappings and set aside what was left to redress it later on. The shorter girl moved from behind the winter woman, a small frown on her lips, a bit of a blank look in her eyes. "You'll probably have some scars.." Iridia spoke softly, unable to look at Rashvana. "Your wing should heal up just fine, though." The small sprite rubbed her arm a bit anxiously, wondering when they would be able to get on the move back home.
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    Pride and Larceny

    "The Royals aren't necessarily fans of mine." Iridia answered with a cheesy smile, hoping it would ease her worry. "But it's fine, you don't have any reason to fret." The sprite moved to sit behind the mechanic, slowly untying the bloodied sash from around her body, exposing her cuts and wounds from just the night before. With a shaky sigh, Iridia took in the sight, feeling her heart drop, a sickness overcoming her entire self. This was guilt, and she wasn't used to such a feeling. The small girl took the cream-colored garb and placed it in the water, Rashvana's blood immediately reddening the water. The thief cursed softly as she reached with shaky hands to pull away the mechanic's shirt from the lacerations around her damaged wing. With eyebrows furrowed with concentration and distraught, Iridia took the sash soaked with water into her hands, wringing it out into the bowl and placing the chilled cloth against the mechanic's back. "S-Sorry!" Iridia immediately said as the fae in front of her tensed and seethed with pain. The small girl continued murmuring soft apologies as she gently wiped away the dried up blood away from the slices in the girl's pale skin. Pulling it away to soak back into the bowl, chilled water running down Rashvana's back as it was beginning to look a lot cleaner and fresh. Iridia was mostly quiet, no jokes or teasing remarks despite having the winter fae's bareback in front of her. The crease of her spine down the middle of her back, between her wings, the soft skin between her shoulders she wanted to kiss. With another sigh, Iridia finished cleaning away all the old blood from the previous night's tragedy, placing the soaking sash back into the bowl before reaching for the bandages and a little glass vial she had managed to steal for Rashvana.
  5. cloakedHacker

    Pride and Larceny

    Iridia looked over to Rashvana as she jerked herself awake, watching as she went straight for the blueberries. With a smile, the sprite sat comfortably, her silvery wings relaxed on her back, her white hair still a mess from her quick getaway, her eyes still looking a bit exhausted. Beside her sat her loot of the silver bracelet, golden coin, bandages and the small bowl that seemed to been have filled with water before the mechanic woke up. Once seeing the red face upon the pale girl, however, the smile fell from Iridia's lips and worry crossed her features. The sprite stood, going over to the injured fae before crouching down near her. "Damn it.." Iridia mumbled, bringing her hand up to cup Rashvana's cheek gently. "I thought we got in here quick enough before the sun roasted ya too much.. You don't have a fever now too, do you?" The sprite questioned, touching her tanned forehead to the mechanic's own to check her temperature, their noses brushing against each other briefly, just like in the dream before things escalated. Iridia pulled back to look at Rashvana, concern clearly placed upon her features. With her white eyebrows knitted together, she stood and grabbed the bandages and bowl of water before the mechanic could even answer. Sitting down in front of the winter fae again, the sprite seemed incredibly eager to help the girl in front of her as much as possible. She was the one who dragged her into this mess of a situation, it was only fair to do what she could to fix what could be repaired. "Not everything.." Iridia spoke, focused on preparing to cleanup some of Rashvana's wounds. "I wanted to grab a few more things, but I think if I stayed there any longer, I would've ended up being killed."
  6. cloakedHacker

    Pride and Larceny

    Iridia pouted lightly as she entered the bell tower to see the mechanic asleep once more. Looks like she wasn't going to get a reaction from the girl by yelling out, "Honey, I'm home!" The sprite fluttered down from the window to touch down nearby Rashvana, being sure to keep quiet, as she set a big sack down onto the metal. However, it wasn't a bag and was a black cloak, held at the corners to carry everything she brought back from her shopping thieving trip to the Garden. With a heavy sigh, Iridia looked quite tired as she sat, pulling her loot away from the cloak for the mechanic. Her white hair was a mess, wind-blown and tangled, her cheeks were red, glistening a bit from the sweat that coated her warm skin lightly. It was incredibly obvious she had been flying hastily, being quick to take what she needed while keeping herself hidden and getting out of there as quickly as possible. The sprite tried to slow her breathing while her heart raced against her chest, pounding in her ears as she tried to settle down. Iridia pulled the blueberries from the dark cloth, placing them beside the mechanic, so she had a snack to wake up to, as well as pulling the gold coin and setting it off to the side with the silver bracelet she stole from a human, bandages, a small, fae-sized wooden bowl, and a glass vial filled with a clear liquid. Iridia looked down at the items she gathered and sighed once more, a sad look crossing her features. She wished she could've grabbed more, or at least wished she could do more for Rashvana. Taking the soft, black cloak, Iridia scooted herself closer to the winter fae, drawing the garb over her body, much like a blanket. Looking down to the mechanic, Iridia felt another smile creep up to her rosy lips as she reached forward to run her fingers through her long, light-blue locks. When she woke up, Iridia would offer to clean up her wounds and back some, bandage up what needed it and they would relax for a bit before they needed to get going. Especially now that Iridia had stolen from the Garden, the palace would most likely send faeries out to search the area. However, the thief was hardly able to think about such things as she looked down to Rashvana, taking in her beautiful, soft features, already missing the sound of her voice and the way she looked at the sprite. Iridia was so used to people hating her, wanting her dead, that this warmth and compassion that Rashvana kept giving and showing to the smaller girl, was throwing her off completely, but she was beginning to grow accustomed to it, loving every moment of the mechanic's presence.
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    Pride and Larceny

    As Rashvana placed her chilled hand against the thief's cheek, Iridia immediately felt a heated blush rise up to her face and ears. She still didn't understand why the winter fae was worried about her, let alone was being sweet and kind towards her still. However, that didn't stop the smaller girl from nuzzling her face into the mechanic's touch, her lips still curled up in a smile. She blinked up to Rashvana almost innocently; she was shorter and simply adorable, though she still had a mischevious look in her mismatched orbs that practically screamed at the mechanic that she would definitely steal another pocket watch if it came to it. "Blueberries, for the snow angel, and I'll see what I can do for a cover-up." Iridia said as the mechanic pulled her cool, soft touch away from the thief's blushed face. "I'll try not to be too long." With that, Iridia grinned, running to the edge of the metal contraption for the bell and leaping off, her silvery wings taking her into the air and through the window. Her body was still aching and her bruises were pulsing with pain, but she found relief in allowing the soft breeze to carry her through the sky and over the golden city. The thief found it extremely easy to navigate through the city since she really did have the whole map embedded into her brain. There were very few human people out, besides distracted shopkeepers opening up their doors and setting up stands for the day, which made it easy for Iridia to flutter and flit around all of them, snagging a few items in her arms as she headed towards the middle of the city. With a few blueberries in arms, a silver bracelet dangling around her neck and a single golden coin she had tucked into the side of her pants, pressing the cold coin against her skin on her hip, the sprite fluttered silently to where the city garden was, where the royal fae community resided, hiding amongst the trees, fountains, flowers, and bushes. Due to what happened the last time she was here, Iridia would mostly be killed on the spot once noticed, but she wanted to take that chance to get Rashvana what she needed for her wounds. With a concentrated hum, Iridia planted herself atop a nearby building, looking over the prodigious garden, wondering just how she'd be able to get around without being spotted. She placed her loot beside her on the ground, preparing herself to hurry in and out, only grabbing what she needed for the lovely mechanic.
  8. cloakedHacker

    Pride and Larceny

    “This is Sunset Way, sweetness.” Iridia spoke confidently, a devious grin pulling at her lips, eyes gleaming in the light of the rising sun that shone through the windows. “Home of the strangest magic, most beautiful sunsets, and the headquarters of the royal fae family. I know this place better than my own wings, so there’s no need to worry about little ol' me." Iridia pushed her messy white locks of hair away from her face as she beamed with cocky delight, knowing where the best spots in the town were to pickpocket and steal, understanding exactly where she would need to go for the supplies she would need to bring back. The small sprite had studied maps of the town, including the blueprints of the fae palace, to get a complete grasp on where all entrances, hiding spots and secret paths resided. All of this was thanks to Vox and everything that happened in the past between them. "Any requests while I go out?" Iridia asked, seeming a bit eager to get back into her habit of thieving. "Specific snacks? A necklace of pearls? Shall I pick up another pocketwatch on the way? Blueberries?" The tanned sprite teased, her mismatched eyes watching Rashvana for any reaction.
  9. cloakedHacker

    Pride and Larceny

    "Well, considering where we are.." Iridia spoke, looking up to the taller fae who held her close while examining her damaged wrist. It did hurt quite a bit, then again, her entire body was in pain and ached with soreness. "It's going to take us a couple days to get back home." The sprite nuzzled closer, a curious hum coming from the girl. "I wonder.. how Vox got us here so fast then..?" Iridia sensed a discomfort coming from Rashvana, causing the girl to look up to the fae, hoping it wasn’t due to her soft snuggling. The sprite watched as the mechanic looked around frantically before her gaze fell upon the small window above them. Iridia’s head tilted slightly in confusion as the girl she held close asked her question. The sun was still rising over the glittering city, its warmth flooding the streets, heating up buildings and structures as well as the little winter fae. Iridia found it to feel incredibly nice, but soon realized that Rashvana was most likely accustomed to the chilled climate of the Bloodstone Marsh and how shaded and cool it was under the canopies of leaves and branches. “C’mon, snowstorm.” The small girl spoke simply, easily scooping the winter girl off her feet and into her tanned, tone arms. She was cautious not to jostle her around too much, keeping her arm towards the middle of her back to not disturb her new, painful wounds. Iridia was still extremely tired due to the fact that she had used so much of her powers the night before and her body was trying to heal the bruises, cuts and splints she had been caused, but somehow, she was able to confidently hold Rashvana in her arms like the princess she was to the sprite. Iridia’s translucent wings fluttered hard and quick to lift the two of them up to the window, her heart beating harshly against her chest, always eager to hold the mechanic close. Hesitant to put the winter fae down, Iridia held her in her safe arms for a moment or two longer as the thief’s small feet landed on the cool metal of a mechanism to ring the giant bell within the building. The room was a bit dark, save for the light that shone through some of the windows and cracks, exposing the wooden staircase leading down to other parts of the building, the two backwards clock faces on opposite side of the walls, the cold and harsh-looking contraption to make the bell ring on the hour. “This should work for now.” Iridia spoke, sliding Rashvana from her arms to stand on her own. “I may leave to go find some supplies for us soon; food, water, maybe some things to get cleaned up with and such. I’m kinda getting sick of feeling this dried up blood getting all flaky on my face.”
  10. cloakedHacker

    Pride and Larceny

    As Iridia was yanked around by the arm, she opened her mouth to retaliate, feeling the anger boil her blood, her cheeks growing hot with agitation as she felt like exploding on the fae once more. However, a soft pair of lips caused the sprite to freeze, words falling short as she blinked rapidly, feeling a warmth overcome her entire body. Rashvana's tone changed, softening as she pulled her lips away from the sprite. Iridia's heart pounded furiously against her chest, her watery eyes squinting, lips pulling themselves into a child-like pout, her shoulders slumping forward a bit in defeat. If there was one way to get the fiery girl to settle down, for the most part, that would be it. The sprite sighed shakily, all the hateful words she was about to spew suddenly tasting bitter in her mouth as the smaller girl leaned her head forward, resting it against Rashvana's chest. The girl's body was trembling still, clearly upset and torn between her feelings for the winter fae. The sprite's white, wavy hair was a bit disheveled due to running her hands through them when growing overwhelmed, her face still crusted with blood and bruises, her eyes still a bit shimmery as she kept a grumpy expression upon her features. "Why.." Iridia spoke, her voice barely above a whisper, her eyelashes fluttering close. "Why won't you just hate me?"
  11. cloakedHacker

    Pride and Larceny

    Rashvana pressed her forehead to Iridia's, causing the smaller girl to blink out of confusion, however, the soft touches from the mechanic instantly made her feel like she could melt into the other fae's arms. Iridia let a soft hum escape from her as she moved her head slightly to press her cheek against Rashvana's, practically burrowing herself within her light-blue locks, her own breathing tickling gently against the mechanic's pointed ear. The small girl moved her hands slowly from her lap to softly touch the other girl's thighs, running her thumb over the bloodied skirt, practically itching to draw the fae closer, wanting to snuggle and hold the taller girl. Though once the pale girl spoke of feelings and the joy of meeting the thief, Iridia found herself pulling away, her face contorting into doubt and incertitude despite the heart-tugging whimper of the winter girls' voice. The sprite studied Rashvana's face, her closed eyes, her body shaking as she held back her cries. With a clenched jaw, Iridia stood, her small frame bruised to hell, pain coursing through her entire being with each movement made. "Happy that you got to meet me?" Iridia spoke, a bit of ice in her words. While the mechanic was used to snow and chill, there was absolutely no way she could be prepared against the harsh coldness that came from the thief's voice. "Feelings? I swear to the stars, you're just about as dense as Vox." Iridia turned, her wings fluttering a bit to keep her balanced and upright as she moved to put some distance between the two. Even as beautiful as she was, the sprite didn't want to look at Rashvana. She couldn't look into those teared up, silver eyes, she couldn't look at the bruised and scrapes on her delicate face, and Iridia refused to bring herself to even think about the fresh wound upon the mechanics back. Rashvana looked like she had been to Hell and back, and now she was telling the tanned girl that she was happy to meet her still? Muttering angrily, Iridia shakily brought her hands up to run her fingers through her hair, pushing the white locks away from her frustrated face. The small sprite wasn't sure if she should be pissed off because the mechanic didn't hate her like she wanted, or bouncing with joy because she had told the thief that, despite everything that had happened thus far, she was still happy to have met her. With a back to Rashvana still, Iridia sighed shakily, eyebrows knitted together as she fought the urge to look back to the winter fae, resisting every fiber in her body that told her to turn back and kiss the girl she had left sitting a couple feet away.
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    Pride and Larceny

    The feeling of a hand sliding into her own surprised Iridia, making her jump just a bit, eyes opening and looking to the awaken mechanic. Why was she apologizing? What was going on right now? The tanned girl watched the fae sit herself up slowly with her aid and looking to eyes of green and blue. Iridia knitted her white eyebrows together in confusion and agitation as Rashvana put the blame on herself. Pulling her shaky hands from the mechanic's, Iridia shimmied forward, pressing her palms against the other's cheeks gently, careful not to cause any more harm to the pale girl in front of her. "You have no idea what you're talking about." Iridia put simply, eyes taking in Rashvana's silvery ones, the blood, and bruises on her face, the discomfort of her expression due to the pain her body had been put through. Brushing a piece of light blue hair away from her face, Iridia squinted slightly, lip quivering in the slightest as she spoke. "If I hadn't stolen from you, if I hadn't lost what was yours, if I had just let you take apart the watch like I first intended and admired from afar, you wouldn't be in this mess! You would be at home in your cute little shop, working and tinkering away on your gauntlet and helping others, your wing wouldn't be practically shredded to bits. You would've been safe and nothing would've happened!" Iridia's voice rose with every word, her heart pounding against her chest, eyes looking a little glossy. Maybe it was a trick of the eye? Or how the sun rose? It simply couldn't be due to tears, because Iridia practically never allowed herself to cry. The sprite's warm hands fell from the sides of Rashvana's cheeks and into her own lap with a shaky sigh, her head dropping to stare down at her clenched fists. "You.. would've been safe.."
  13. cloakedHacker

    Pride and Larceny

    Iridia blinked her tired, mismatched eyes of blue and green open, her vision a bit hazy as she squinted a bit due to the light of the warm sun peeking out over the buildings of the city they had been transported to. She tried lifting a hand to rub her eyes but found it was temporarily paralyzed on account of how purely exhausted her body was. The sprite's face felt like it was pulsing, pain shooting through her skull with each slow blink she took while turning her head to the side to take in where they were. As the two faeries sat near the top of the clock tower, on the surrounding wall right beside the large, dome-shaped bell, below them was a breath-taking city. There were elegant structures that almost seemed to glitter under the rising sun, fountains and clean, neat roads lined with small shops, inns, and taverns for the people of the town and frequent travelers. Practically every building in the city seemed to be temple-like and solely exquisite. Besides being home to the strangest magic in Genesaris, the gorgeous town was known, and named rightfully so, for the pure fact on how dawn and dusk was easily able to strike beings with awe. While the sun rose over the elegant establishment's of the town, the sky was a warmed mix of honey gold, cotton-candy pinks, and baby blue, mixing beautifully above Sunset Way. Iridia stared at the sky for a few moments, taking in the sight before realizing she had someone even better to look at. Shifting her head once more, the sprite looked down to Rashvana, seeing how badly she was bloodied up and beaten in the sunlight. Sickness and guilt twisted in the tanned fae's heart, her eyebrows knitting together as she felt a heaviness in her throat. Swearing softly, Iridia lifted her hands shakily, her soft fingers gently moving the mechanic's hair away from her resting face, taking note of the dried blood and bruises that looked like vibrant patches of color against her pale skin. The thief hesitantly traveled her gaze to the gore on Rashvana's back, the cuts and slices under her left wing due to Vox trying to dig them out from her back, the translucent pellicle shredded in some spots. It would take a great deal to heal, but with a shaky breath, Iridia was just glad it didn't end up worse. "I'm sorry.." Iridia whispered, leaning the back of her head against the stone wall she laid her back upon, closing her troubled, teary eyes. "I'm so sorry.."
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    Pride and Larceny

    Rashvana was in such bad shape and it made Iridia feel absolutely terrible. She wouldn't have been dragged into this bloody mess if she had just kept her dirty paws off of other people's belongings. The mechanic fell completely limp in her arms as she passed out against the sprite, causing her to lower slightly in the sky as she flew. Mismatched eyes scanning the city, she went around tall buildings and over homes and shops before spotting a bell tower. The tanned girl flittered up to the top of the towering structure, landing on the cobblestone, slowly setting Rashvana down towards the corner more to keep the two of them out of site. Blood had leaked all over Iridia's clothes, but that hardly mattered to her as she stood shakily, untying the cream-colored sash from around her hips and kneeling down to the winter fae's side. Iridia murmured quiet apologies as she slid the sash behind the mechanic, tying it tightly around her ribs to hopefully stop some of the bleeding from her back. With a trembling sigh, Iridia was extremely exhausted, her vision a bit dizzy and her body drained from how much power she ended up using without her knowledge. The white-haired girl sat down beside the technician, her back against the stone pillar, gently lifting Rashvana's head and laying it in her lap comfortably. Tilting her head back against the stone, Iridia closed her tired eyes, her fingers brushing away soft strands of hair away from the other fae's face before drifting off to sleep.
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    Pride and Larceny

    Rashvana's screams were pure agony to listen to, they echoed in her ears and circled her mind as another punch was slammed down into her face, her head bouncing back up with the force of the blow, blood beginning to leak from her nose, her lip splitting open and gushing red liquid. Iridia's mind was spinning, there was so much going on, so much noise. But out of it all, she could hear the mechanic's desperate whispers. Suddenly, something snapped within the small sprite. "STOP!!" Iridia shrieked harshly, her voice ringing throughout the entirety of the large room, her voice filled with seething rage rather than a desperate plea this time. Vox hesitated for a mere moment at the shocking shout, but quickly went back to her work on carving out the mechanic's left wing. The blood was beginning to coat the royal-crested blade, rushing down Rashvana's pale back and pooling at her sides. The golden-eyed fairy looked absolutely elated with each push of the knife, twisting and spinning the tip of the dagger in the girl's wound, just to cause her to scream and cry out for Iridia some more. Vox's thugs even seemed to be horrified and disgusted with the act, though they only turned their heads away and continued their job, holding each of the prisoner's down so the vengeful fae could do as she pleased. Vox let out a low, villainous chuckle, pulling the blade away from Rashvana's skin once more to further the slice. However, before she could make another surgical cut, everything seemed to freeze as a rumble shook the room slightly, a long, deep groan coming from the outside world before the roof caved in. Without even realizing, Iridia's emotions was fueling her manipulation abilities, causing the willow tree that was right outside to finally keel over with how long and leave the branches and leaves had become. The truck of the tree dove right through the wall and ceiling, completely uprooting itself from the ground. The birdcage fell from the table it sat upon, allowing Iridia to finally escape free from the confines of the bars and fly up to where Vox and Rashvana were. The willow tree's leaves were beginning to fill the room, the night sky filled with glittering stars and a bright moon shining down and giving light to the situation. Before she realized what was even happening, as it all occurred so fast, Vox looked up just as the sprite brought down a fist to the side of her face. Dropping the bloodied knife as she stumbled back and tripped from the unexpected impact, the tanned girl turned her attention to the brute that had left Rashvana on her own, just to come after the sprite who had harmed his boss. The white-haired girl scooped up the knife into her hands, shaking from anger and due to the sight of the mechanic's blood that coated the blade heavily. Vox lunged after the small sprite, a mark that matched the shade of her lipstick beginning to form where Iridia had struck her. Iridia was easily able to slide around the wingless fae and kick her back, knocking her to her knees. She was unable to fly and didn't have any weapons, so the only real enemy she needed to worry about right now was the thug storming towards her. The sprite slid her bloodied knife into its halter at her back, under her sash, where it was before, running over to the bleeding mechanic. While Iridia was definitely the smallest fae there, she was still quite strong, being used to carrying large loots back and forth from cities and other parts of the Bloodstone Marsh as well as getting into a fight every now and then due to her line of work. The tanned girl helped Rashvana stand, understanding that it was going to be painful as hell, but they needed to get out of there. Once on her feet, the white-haired fae scooped the mechanic into her arms bridal style before running and leaping up, her translucent wings flittering faster and harder than usual to make up for the extra weight she cradled in her arms. "Damn, what'd they feed you in that prison?" Iridia teased with a huff, taking them further and further from the collapsed room, gliding over a city Rashvana would might not recognize, the buildings lit up with lanterns and the gleaming moonlight.
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