Now in present tense!

The Raven

Chapter Three: Memories That Scars Leave

{Maybe making me bleed will be the answer that could wash the slate clean.}

It is the eyes that are the doorways to the soul. If the eyes sparkle, the soul is full of life. If the eyes are hollow, they may be dead in sin.

Igneel remembers hearing that. He just can't remember where he heard it, all he knows is that somehow it's important enough that he remembers it. He just wishes it wasn't today.

Igneel sighs heavily and leans against the car behind him, watching as a newly-hired cop sets up a roll of yellow crime scene tape. Red and blue lights are flickering all around him and all he can think about is that some days he wishes he had never become a detective in the first place.

Another thought occurs to him. How can people expect him to protect the community, when he can't even protect one of the kids he cares about most? Igneel is not an idiot. He knows what's happening to Lucy. He just doesn't know who's at fault—and without any evidence there's nothing he can do anyway. His job is to protect, and he can't even do that right.

Igneel walks to the center of the scene of the crime and can only stare down at the mangled body in front of him, a type of sick repulsion flooding through him. He isn't listening to the sirens or the people talking around him, because all he could focus on is the blood—the sheer amount of it.

He shakes his head. That poor girl.

Igneel had been called in at two this morning, much to his chagrin, to investigate a new murder. A murder only a few blocks away from the one yesterday, the one he told Lucy and Natsu about. At first, Igneel wanted nothing more than to just write the coincidence off as nothing—but life is never that simple.

The two cases have almost immediately been linked together. Mainly because of the close proximity between the two murders, and the way both murders were executed. It's actually quite similar to the last one—sickeningly similar.

Both victims are female, blonde hair, around the age of eighteen and were attending the local college, and both bodies were unrecognizable at first glance. Almost as if they had been torn apart by some sort of… animal. The two girls could have been sisters for all they know. Igneel can only assume that the two both had a similar eye color as well.

He steps closer to the body. The girl's throat had been crushed, leaving her with no way to breathe—probably the cause of death aside from the possibility of bleeding out—and, the sickest part, her eyes had been gouged out without any hint of precision. It was sloppy and Igneel can only hope that the girl had already been dead when it happened.

Igneel glances at the body again, eyes flickering away a second later. He looks up at the stars that light the sky, praying that nothing like this will ever happen to Wendy or Lucy. He wouldn't be able to forgive himself if something happened to either of them.

Something is happening in Magnolia, he can feel it. And he intends to find out exactly what it is.

Igneel turns on his heel, quickly walking over to his partner, Macao, and one of the younger cops, Zancrow. The two males glance up as Igneel makes his way to them, Macao nodding a "hello." Igneel gestures with his head to Zancrow. "What's desk boy doing here?" he asks. Zancrow is a relatively new officer and is often prone to being a huge flirt with a bit of a violent streak. Igneel has had to pull him off of several people in the past six months that he has been working with the blond man. He's also a pyromaniac that has no qualms with setting small animals on fire whatsoever, or so he had been told by one of the other rookie cops. Mark or Mike, perhaps Max. Something or other that starts with an "M."

Zancrow's eyes glint with anger. "Watch it, old man," he hisses. It's no secret that Zancrow isn't thrilled with the fact that he had been placed on desk duty after his last outburst, in which he had slugged a man twice and almost set him on fire—accidentally, obviously. It still amazes Igneel that he didn't get in trouble for that action, other than the desk duty, of course. "Captain Porla said to come out here with you guys," Zancrow mumbles. "He said it would be a good idea to 'watch the pros do their work,'" he explains.

Igneel throws his hands up into the air between them, backing off immediately. He doesn't need to start a fight with the other man while they're on the job. Plus he really doesn't care why Zancrow is here as long as he doesn't get in the way. "What do you think about Miss-Jane-Doe over there?" he asks Macao.

Zancrow chuckles. "Blonde and defenseless, just how I like 'em," he jokes, a dark glint in his eyes that Igneel doesn't like. He's about to snap at the younger man for making such an inappropriate joke while they're at a crime scene, but Macao beats him to it.

"Would you focus?" he grumbles, smacking the younger man on the back of the head. "We're here to investigate a murder, not talk about your sex life," he hisses. Zancrow glares at the other man, but says nothing. "Good. Now," he says, turning to Igneel, "I found something interesting that I think you'll want to see."

Igneel raises an eyebrow at his partner, but doesn't say anything as Macao starts walking away from him and over to the body, gesturing for Igneel to follow him. Igneel sighs and shakes his head. Sometimes he just doesn't understand Macao, but he gave up on questioning his actions years ago. If Macao says that he wants to see something, chances are Igneel will want to see it.

"Okay." Macao stops walking and points to the body on the ground. "What do you see?" he asks, although it sounds more like a demand than anything else.

"A body," Igneel deadpans, giving Macao a strange look. Is he supposed to be seeing something else? "Why, what do you see?" Igneel's eyes shoot open wide. "You aren't drunk are you? Because if you're drunk again Porla might actually fire you this time around."

Macao glares at him. "No, I'm not drunk, thank you very much," he grumbles, huffing. "Besides that only happened one time. I was supposed to have the day off." Macao huffs again. "Plus it was my birthday."

Igneel rolls his eyes at the sulking man. "Anyway, what am I supposed to be looking at, you know, besides the body?" he asks.

"You should be seeing this," Macao replies as he crouches down next to the dead girl, gesturing for Igneel to do the same. Igneel complies and watches as Macao pulls on a pair of latex gloves. He reaches for the girl's clenched fist and gently pries it open.

A long, pitch-black feather is situated there, baffling Igneel because he hadn't noticed it before. "A feather," he breathes out. "Do we know what type of bird it came from?"

Macao shakes his head. "Not yet, but obviously it was some type of black bird. Crow maybe?"

Igneel hums low in his throat. "It could have been a raven."


Lucy jolts awake, nearly falling off of the couch as she does so. It was a dream. All of it was just a dream. There's no bird attacking her and there's no red-eyed man laughing as she screams. Her father is not standing in front of her and she's safe. She's safe.

She releases a shaky breath that she didn't know she was holding in, running an equally shaking hand through her tangled hair, heart beating wildly in her chest. She squeezes her eyes shut as tightly as she can, only stopping when she sees an explosion of colors dance behind her eyelids. She can't believe how real it seemed. It was so real. Her attempts to calm herself down are obviously failing miserably, nothing seems to be working, she's just too wound up and scared.

Lucy is still shaking when she feels an arm tighten its grip around her, followed by a body shifting behind her, or, rather, under her. For a moment she panics, confused as to why there's another person sleeping beside her. She's just about to scream when she notices the recognizable layout of the room she's in and feels the familiar warmth against her that tells her exactly who the person is.

It's only Natsu.

She completely forgot about him for a moment. It completely slipped her mind that she spent the night at his house after watching the American Horror story marathon. She would have just gone home, but Natsu insisted on not letting her out of his sight after what had happened at Fairy Tail earlier. And, if she's being honest, she didn't want to leave either. She doesn't want to go home and face her father. She just wants to stay with her best friend and not have to worry about anyone hurting her. She doesn't want to worry about one day not waking up in the morning.

Lucy shakes the thoughts away quickly and focuses on the sleeping male next to her. She isn't sure how she could have forgotten that he was there—she's practically sitting in his lap, after all. Her right hand is linked with his right hand which is currently curled protectively over her stomach, keeping her pressed close to him. His left hand is firmly grasping her upper thigh and her left hand had fallen down to rest just above his knee, probably when she jerked awake.

Correction. She is sitting in his lap. How that happened, she doesn't have the slightest idea, but she's pretty much used to it by now. They always end up as tangled as a pretzel whenever they fall asleep together—it would be weirder if they woke up and weren't touching at all.

"Lucy?" Natsu's voice is heavily layered with sleep, clearly showing that he just woke up. Which is probably her fault. Lucy squeezes his hand apologetically and glances at the clock to her left, squinting to read the time. She sighs when she realizes it's still early, just after two. That isn't a good time to wake up, considering they still have school to go to later.

She feels Natsu shift again, moving to sit up straight instead of half-lying against the couch. His thumb starts to draw lazy circles on her bare leg, causing her to shiver slightly. "Lucy?" he repeats, voice louder this time, although still laced with sleep.

She squeezes his knee gently in reply. "Everything's okay, Natsu." She turns her head to look him in the eyes, smiling at him. "Go back to sleep," she tells him softly, giving his knee another reassuring squeeze.

Natsu looks less than enthusiastic about her request, but after searching her face for anything that could possibly be wrong, he complies, merely pulling her closer and pressing her flush against him in the process. He kisses the side of her head and sighs once before letting sleep take him a second time.

Lucy's eyes soften and she can't help but smile as she looks at her sleeping best friend. She brings a hand up to his face and lightly runs her fingertips across his strong jaw line. Before she can stop herself she's already leaned forward, placing a soft kiss on his cheek. She really doesn't deserve him, not in the slightest. Even at his worst he is still a better person than she could ever be.

Lucy sighs heavily and moves to stand up, but Natsu's grip is relentless. His arms are locked around her like a vice and it takes her several minutes of twisting around awkwardly before she finally manages to free herself from his hold. Not that she really wants to leave. She happens to like it when he holds her.

Lucy curses herself silently for even thinking that. If the girls ever hear about that she will probably die of embarrassment. They've been trying to set her up with Natsu for years now and Lucy is starting to have a hard time lying to them about her feelings.

Once Lucy is free she smiles softly down at the boy in front of her. She really has no idea how she met someone as wonderful as him, and it still amazes her that he stuck around. Without a second thought she leans down and kisses him on the cheek a second time, the warmth of his breath fanning across her face. When she pulls back she smiles one last time, blushing slightly, before turning around and walking into the kitchen across the hallway.

She has always loved the layout of the Dragneels' home. It isn't just one big open space, everything is slightly closed off from the other rooms in the house and it just makes everything feel warm. It's cozy, in a way.

She has been here so often that she knows the entire place like the back of her hand. First, you walk in through the front door and enter the somewhat small foyer—watch out for the coat rack by the door, you might get hit—and directly in front of you are two sets of stairs, one leading upstairs to Natsu and Wendy's rooms and the other leading to the basement. To the left is the living room, and through there is a bathroom and Igneel's office, which are placed at the back of the house. To the right of the entry, right across from the living room, is a decent sized kitchen and dining room, with a door leading to Igneel and Grandine's bedroom at the back of the house.

Lucy sighs as she enters the white-walled kitchen and pads over to the gorgeous granite countertop that separates the kitchen from the dining room area. She just stands with her hands braced against the countertop, fingertips tracing over the smooth surface of the bar for several seconds before she drops down onto one of the three barstools.

She doesn't know if she should spend the rest of the night at the Dragneel's home or go back to the awful place that she unfortunately has to call home. Neither option is very good. If she goes home now her father would be less angry than he would if she just stayed here until morning, but Natsu would probably have a heart attack if he woke up only to find her not where he last saw her. It's a lose-lose situation for her.

Lucy sighs heavily and drops her head into her hands. She can deal with her own pain, but not Natsu's. Never his. Not if she's the one causing it. It just doesn't sit right with her.

Without really thinking about what she's doing, Lucy reaches down and pulls up the hem of her tank top until it rests just below her right breast, until she can see it.

A thin, pale, raised scar that stretches up from the top of her right hip, ending soon after. It's only about two inches long, maybe even less, and it's faded, barely even noticeable unless you had seen the original damage. But she knows it will never truly disappear. At least not mentally, that much is for sure. Grandine told her it might completely disappear from sight in a few years, but that's stretching it. Lucy's just glad that it isn't bright red anymore, because there's no way she could hide that forever.

She lightly runs a finger over the mark, all of the memories related to the damaged stretch of skin flooding back to her in an instant. Unfortunately every scar she has left a memory with it, and she has plenty of scars.

Lucy almost laughs at her own thoughts, remembering something she read the other day with Natsu in their mythology class.

Huginn and Muninn, the Norse Mythological ravens that symbolize "Thought" and "Memory." How perfectly fitting considering everything that has happened this week.


"Yes, Natsu, I'm fine," Lucy repeated for what had to be the fifth time in the last two minutes. Her friend just could not seem to take a hint.

She heard him sigh over the phone. "But, Lucy." Now he was just whining. For a second she wished he was standing next to her just so that she could smack him for being annoying. "I don't think you should be walking home alone."

She rolled her eyes, but smiled nonetheless. "Natsu, I don't need you to drive me home," she told him. And that was true; she could see her house from where she was standing, besides he wasn't even home anyway. "I'm almost there, don't worry." Sometimes he acted like he was her father.

Lucy winced as she recalled the kick in the ribs her father had given her that morning. Actually, no. Natsu was nothing like her father. He never would be, she was sure of that. Natsu was far too protective to intentionally hurt someone he cared about.

"But Lucy"he started to say.

She cut him off. "Natsu, do you hear this?" she asked as she jingled her keys near her cell phone before sticking it into the lock and twisting the knob. "That's the sound of me opening my front door," she teased playfully.

Natsu sighed and she could tell he was rolling his eyes at her. "Alright, fine, but next time you're walking home alone don't expect my help," he grumbled. She knew he was only kidding though. He would never just let her walk home alone, especially at night. Today was the exception though, he was busy after all.

Her lips twitched into a smile as she shut the door behind her, locking it quickly. "Aww, Natsu," she cooed, her voice dripping with sarcasm and she knew that he knew that she was joking with him. "I love you too."

Natsu laughed lightly and her stomach twisted into knots as the familiar warm sound entered her ears. "Yeah, yeah." She couldn't tell if he was embarrassed or not. "I'll see you Monday, okay?" He was being dragged off somewhere with Wendy and Igneel for the rest of the weekend. She nodded although he couldn't see it. "Be careful, alright?" he whispered softly. "If anything happens to you—" he stopped and trailed off for a while. "Just call me."

"Yeah, I will, promise," she whispered into the phone. "See you later, Natsu."

He called out a goodbye to her in return before she ended the call, still with a smile stretched across her face.

"You love him, huh?" Her smile fell away in an instant. The voice was menacing, filled with rage and something akin to loathing.

She turned around. "So what if I do?" she challenged. She didn't deny it. To deny the accusation would make her a bigger liar than she already was.

His eyes glinted dangerously in the dark hallway and she found herself standing face-to-face with some kind of monsterall sharp fangs and twisted claws.

He walked closer to her and she shifted her gaze to the ground, something she always found herself doing around her father. "Well that might just be a problem." She didn't see the small screw in his palm until he roughly shoved it into the flesh above her hip, twisting it cruelly before jerking his hand up slightly.

Lucy let out a loud shriek as the cold metal plunged into her skin and she felt the need to throw up as she heard her flesh tear, the metal moving across it, sliding painfully through her stomach. After a few agonizing seconds—or hours, for all she knew—the screw was pulled from her belly with an awful noise and she could feel the blood running down her side.

And the painit was worse than anything she had ever felt before, completely indescribable. It wasn't the same kind of pain that came with being hit too hard, or breaking a bone. This was different, very different. And the first thought that ran through Lucy's mind was that she was going to die. She was going to die and no one would realize it for days.

Lucy looked up at her father, her eyes an awful mixture of pain, betrayal, and confusion. Why would he do this? Was he trying to kill her? Her questions went unanswered as he turned around and walked away as if nothing had happened.

Weren't parents supposed to love their children? Weren't they supposed to take care of them? Lucy's lower lip trembled. What exactly had she done to make him hate her so much that he wanted to hurt her every time he even looked at her? Was she really that disgusting?

Lucy choked on a sob and fought to stay awake as the shock hit her. If she wasn't leaning against the front door, one hand pressed against her side to stop the bleeding, the other holding the doorknob to stabilize her, she probably would have passed out then and there.

There was so much blood.


"You're thinking about it again, aren't you?" a voice asks from behind her, causing Lucy to snap out of the memory. Only then does she realize she's shaking.

She doesn't bother to turn around as she drops her shirt back into place; she already knows who it is. She's just surprised that she hadn't heard the bedroom door open. "Yeah." She tightens her hold on the counter. "Yeah, I am, Grandine." Lucy turns her back to the countertop, choosing instead to look at the woman she wishes she could call her mother. "And I still can't thank you enough for saving my life that day."

After finally regaining her bearings Lucy had stumbled next door, to Natsu's house, praying to what ever God was up there that Grandine was home. She thanks her lucky stars every day that her best friend's mother is a surgeon. If she wasn't Lucy would have had to call an ambulance, and she couldn't have risked that happening.

Fortunately for her, Grandine had been home. She had pulled Lucy into the house and ran to call an ambulance. Lucy practically had to rip the phone away from the woman, pleading with her not to tell anyone. Grandine had complied after a few moments, but only under the condition that Lucy tell her everything.

And so she did. And in the end Lucy promised Grandine that she would live to see her graduation day. She would not let him kill her and she would go to Grandine whenever she needed help.

Lucy knows that it's killing Grandine not to say anything to Igneel, but Lucy also knows that Grandine will never break her promise. That is unless he stabs her again.

She still remembers how that conversation ended.


Grandine glanced at her from the corner of her eye as she worked on stitching up the stab wound on Lucy's stomach.. "And how can I be sure he won't kill you?"

Lucy sighed deeply. "You can't," she finally whispered, looking down at Grandine. "You'll just have to trust me."


Grandine sends her a smile and flicks a strand of blue hair out of her face. "I couldn't just let you die now could I?" she jokes lightly. That's one thing Lucy loves about her; her sense of humor. It's funny with just the right amount of sass to it.

Lucy smiles back. "Well technically…" she trails off as Grandine laughs loudly before she slaps a hand over her mouth in an attempt to smother the noise, trying hard not to wake the boy sleeping on the couch twenty feet away.

Grandine shakes her head, dark blue hair swaying back and forth. After a moment she turns serious. "I couldn't let you die, Lucy," she murmurs, her eyes misting over. "I would never be able to forgive myself."

Lucy nods back in understanding. She can fully understand how Grandine felt. She would hate to not be able to save one of her friends and if they died because of her. Lucy shakes her head. She doesn't even want to think about that. It would be horrible.

"Did he hit you again?" The question makes Lucy's head snap back up, eyebrow quirked in confusion. "That bruise on your face," Grandine clarifies, gesturing to the sore mark that Sting left roughly five hours earlier. "It seems fresh."

Lucy shakes her head. "Nah, that one's from Fairy Tail," she says, mostly telling the truth. It's true that Sting had hit her rather hard, but she already had a bruise there anyway. Courtesy of her father, of course, but know one knows about that. Grandine narrows her eyes slightly, not quite understanding. "A couple of Saber Tooth boys came in, causing trouble like usual, and I took a hitbut it's okay," Lucy tells her, smiling cheekily. "Laxus handled it."

Grandine nods in understanding. The boys of Saber Tooth aren't bad exactly. They just don't know when to stop and realize that what they're doing is wrong. In fact, the only one any member of Fairy Tail seems to have a real problem with is Sting. The other boys are fine, they just tend to help Sting cause trouble, blindly following his lead.

"Was it that Eucliffe boy again?" Grandine questions. Lucy only nods in response, humming lightly. Isn't it always? The root of the problem between Fairy Tail and Saber Tooth is the issue between Natsu and Sting, after all.

Apparently the two boys had gotten in a serious fight once at Fairy Tail. Lucy had been working that night, but by the time she and Laxus made it across the bar to stop the fight Gray and Gajeel had already pulled Natsu off of two boys—Sting and Rogue—lying on the ground, bloodied and bruised.

That's the fight she mentioned to Sting earlier.

Lucy herself isn't quite sure what had caused the fight. When she had asked Natsu about it his eyes had narrowed into slits and he had growled so low in his chest that it sent a shiver through her body. He had calmed down a moment later and pulled her into a tight hug, telling her not to worry about it as he kissed the top of her head gingerly.

Later, when she had asked Gray and Gajeel what happened, they said almost the same thing, with Gajeel whispering for her "not to leave Natsu's side" before he left. Lucy had only given Gajeel a thankful look. While he hadn't exactly told her what the fight was about she now knew it must have had something to do with her or perhaps something about Natsu's relationship with her.

"What about the other bruises?" She breaks out of her thoughts at the sound of Grandine's voice. "The makeup is wearing off," she clarifies softly at the confused look Lucy sent her. "You have quite a few."

Lucy nods and starts to explain. "I came home late Wednesday night—well, yesterday morning, really." She shrugs. "He wasn't happy, like usual." And speaking of happy.

A soft "meow" sounds throughout the kitchen and Lucy looks down to see Natsu's small, blue cat looking up at her with wide eyes. Lucy smiles as she reaches down to pick up the cat. "I didn't mean you, Happy." She chuckles softly as the cat purrs and rubs his face against hers for a moment.

Grandine nods, her eyes holding a ferocious intensity, reminding Lucy of a dragon's. "If I ever meet your father alone in a dark alleyway…" she trails off and Lucy can't stop herself from laughing.

"And how," she starts, "do you think that conversation would go down with Igneel?" She laughs, just picturing Igneel chiding his wife for beating up a fully-grown man in an alley.

Grandine blinks once. "Probably something like this." She coughs once, her voice becoming lower in an attempt to mimic Igneel's. "'Grandine, my love, you did what?'" Her voice rises back to its normal pitch. "'Igneel, I only did what I had to do,' 'but Grandine, now I have to turn you in,' 'do it and I'll rip your—'"

"Grandine!" Lucy doesn't know if she should laugh or be mortified. Probably both.


"Raven… raven… raven… rave—there we go." Lucy clicks on the link that looks promising. She wants to find out if that bird from the other day's behavior was normal or not. It's been bothering her since yesterday and luckily she has about forty-five minutes of free time before her mythology class, since she's already finished her AP English final assignment and they're done for the year. She doesn't know why, but she can't shake the feeling that the bird's behavior wasn't normal.

Then again, nothing in her life has ever been normal. A bird attacking her isn't normal. A creepy man with red eyes watching her from across the street is not normal. Her father beating on her is—well, actually, that is normal; for her anyway. It shouldn't be normal, but it is.

Lucy has been sitting here for maybe ten minutes just browsing over the page and writing down things that stand out to her when Natsu shows up unexpectedly, which really confuses Lucy. Isn't he supposed to be in his math class? She quickly shrugs it off; Natsu is known to occasionally skip class, especially if he knows that he can find her somewhere while doing so.

He frowns as he walks up to her, probably noticing her tired expression. She knows that he knew that she hadn't been sleeping well lately. She also knows that it's becoming more and more apparent and she can tell just by looking at him that he's beginning to worry about her. "What are you looking at, Lucy?" he asks, not bothering to wait for her to answer before he leans over her, his chest pressing up against her back and his chin resting on her shoulder.

"Ravens," she tells him. He doesn't question her, only nods in response. He's used to her strange behaviorwhat he refers to it as, much to her chagrinand he seems to understand why she needs to look into this subject. When he speaks next he sounds completely serious.

"What did you find out?" he murmurs, leaning even closer to her, if that was at all possible.

She lets out a puff of air as Natsu pulls up a chair, situating himself behind her and pulling her against his chest. He locks his arms around her middle and drops his head down onto her shoulder. "Not anything interesting in the slightest." He squeezes her lightly, silently encouraging her to go on. She just sighs. "Ravens, one of the seven large-bodied members of Genus Corvus. There are several types of ravens including the common raven, Australian raven, and Chihuahuan raven."

"Did you just say the—"

She cuts him off. "Yes, I did—moving on. They are on average twenty-five inches long and two-and-a-half pounds. They can live up to twenty-one years. Oh, and they mate for life." Lucy slams her head down on the computer desk in front of her. "There is absolutely nothing that's going to explain anything to me."

Natsu runs his hand up and down her side in a soothing motion. "Come on, we need to look a little harder than that," he clucks at her, chuckling slightly. "We can't just give up that easily."

Lucy lifts her head and raises an eyebrow at him, giving him a look. "We?" she inquires.

Natsu gives her a bright smile, his strangely elongated canines flashing. "Yes, 'we'. If something is bothering you I'm going to do whatever is in my power to help you figure it out."

Her gaze softens and she smiles back at him. "Thanks, Natsu."

"No problem." He squeezes her once again. "So, what else?"

"They are extremely intelligent—well smarter than you anyway," she teases. Natsu gives her a dirty look, but she can see his lips twitch upward at the corners. "They are also very playful creatures." She stares at the words on the screen for a moment. "Yeah, tell that to my neck," she grumbles, fingertips running over the scratch marks.

Natsu's smile drops and his lips lightly graze the sore skin on her neck. "Ravens have long been considered to be birds of ill omen and death. In Sweden, ravens are known as the ghosts of murdered people, and in Germany as the souls of the damned."

"That's lovely," Lucy cuts in. "Why the heck did it attack me though?" She looks at Natsu. He shakes his head, causing his salmon colored hair to sway back and forth. "I mean, that doesn't just happen. Unless we're in a remake of The Birds or something."

Natsu nods in agreement. "We'll figure this out, Lucy. I promise you that."


Any questions feel free to ask away.

Love and Always,

~Rivendell