"Stranger in a Strange Land"

SpellSong

SpellSong stood within the plane silently where the force, having inexplicably drawn her without notice to her fighting it, had brought her. She looked about warily a second not being able to see through the soft mists of gray's that surrounded everywhere. In fact all she really could notice was the way this place -where ever this place was- exacted and showed her present pain -though she felt numb- in an aura of red all around her body.

Slowly another form began to form, as her breath caught her throat, catching her a bit off guard, more off guard then people ever saw her. As the figured formed, a wispy person, seeming part of the mists, they watched each other in silent, tired glances for a long few minutes till the other smiled suddenly. The form slowly transformed from the gray of the rolling fog to brilliant color slowly.

The woman was breathtaking, in a soft gentle way that would catch people in shock and surprise. Her eyes, kind and generous, were a deep and rich beautiful bright green, almost like Jade, while her hair was in tone a mess of wavy curling beautiful black locks, with grand lights of auburn red all through it. Her face was a soft pale pink white it seemed like a person who'd never been graced by the sun. Her lips were a soft crimson bringing her face together with them all in an expression of half whimsy, curiosity and pain in the soft way they puckered just ever so slightly.

The mouth looking as if it might smile, or in toned at the same second it might start to cry and SpellSong winced seeing it. She was the fault of that. Both of it.

They both though seemed to be a mirror reflection as suddenly they both raised an arm, SpellSong her right, and the other woman her left, both to meet the other's hand, stopping a near inch apart from where their fingers would have touched, both set delicate and thinly beautiful. They stayed like that a few seconds before the other woman pulled her arm away. She stared silently, lovingly, at a wrapped bundle in her arms taking that hand and seeming to touch something softly before going to something at her neck.

A locket. A silver one with a rose emblem engraved on the front. Just like SpellSong's.

SpellSong hand went to hers reluctantly as she watched the woman almost exhausted looking, or was it a regretful expression? She thought for a second on both Patty and Jen-ari silently, and parts of her inside ached unlike the physical pain which still coursed her body without her knowledge, but an equal pain, an old and hidden one, for those who could not scar carried larger ones than normal inside.

"Jen-ari, Let me stay," she said tentatively as the woman looked up and then back at her gently. "Let me stay with you and him. Let me stay, Jennifer." Casse's voice was beginning to fail her slowly already, as she looked around the bog oddly a second, more of the tugging feelings before looking back up at her, her words beginning to sound like those of a small child almost.

"Just -- Just let me die…please, Jenme."

The woman looked at her softly, and started walking closer within the empty plane as it became a like to a candle of white light suddenly, as she held her bundle gently in her arms. Her green eyes seemed almost in a fashion to look through Casse and she reached a hand out kindly -with a grace no human or creature born ever displayed in its fluidity- and her finger brushed just ever so softly on Casse's cheek. It was so soft, a feeling like feathers of velvet being brushed against her skin, for a few bare seconds that another tear fell slowly…because she knew what Jennifer's decision had to be, must be.

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Now; in the REAL WORLD

Time: Mid-Morning still

SpellSong body trembled softly under the one sheet in the room she was put in, the damage from the aligning and the falling from such a great height, to rest within the now rebuilt HellFire Club. She for the moment had monitors watching her body but none had changed in all the hours so far this morning. They all read she should be dead or was so close to death it shouldn't have even a single chance of hope.

Still this wild child, a woman with no cause or care to the world about her in the show of her actions so far, was even in her disenchanted state of ripped clothing and the broken arm, which appeared to be knitting its self almost, the portrayal of beauty of gasping beauty, enough so to rival a preachers thoughts of being pious for a long while. Such a perfect mixture of her parents if you truly took into account that they were who they were, giving to such graces in this girl child as they had given all their children.

A light shudder, an obvious one though, shook her small pale body, her blue glow gone at the second, and she moaned softly from deep inside her throat from the an amount of pain that none of those devices could record or even detect. She herself was in moment truly not even registering it, because she couldn't stay conscious, no less sane and in control, within it for it would overwhelm her all too much.