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hi it's libby, late with starbucks

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( sarra doesn't know a lot about marriage or nobility or any of that sort of thing. she grew up in a library and then spent months wandering a small section of the coast in search of one thing or another, killing and rescuing and fetching for whoever was willing to give her a pretty penny, and it all left no time for anything like she's encountering here on the outskirts of lamorre.

sarra does know a lot about men who don't deserve the women at their side, however, and that petrana is attached to a human and not an evil dragon from before the beginning of time makes no nevermind to her. that a child is involved only makes it so much worse. veda is small and beautiful and too precious to grow up in what amounts to a glorified war camp, and sarra has never considered herself much of a warrior but she knows she is better suited to this life than petrana is, and that's saying a lot.

one of the things sarra never really has learned, in the years since she set off from candlekeep, is how to make a decision with the input of the people she's making that decision for.

charis is still small, but small for a black dragon is still as big as a fully grown horse. he is, as all chromatic dragons are, arrogant and violent, but he is always willing to listen if it means a meal, so he sweeps into the camp with a delighted shriek just as sarra asked. they have a plan: he pretends to attack her, she pretends to be helpless, marius sweeps in as her savior, and the two of them make him sorry he ever even looked at petrana with anger in his eyes.

the plan goes swimmingly. sarra isn't much of an actress, but marius is too excited about proving himself against a dragon to care. he doesn't expect the lash of lightning to wrap around his neck from behind as he bears down on the beast, dragging him to his knees and burning his skin. )

I wanted you to know, ( sarra says, fist wreathed in sparks as she stands over him, ) what happens to men who don't appreciate the women who stand at their side.

( and then she steps away, and charis steps forward, and sarra doesn't even look back as she walks toward petrana, reaching for her and veda. )

You won't want to look, Petra, it's not pretty when he does this.

( veda's eyes she covers with her hand, the other cupping petrana's cheek as she mutters to herself. the rest of the camp won't let them leave without a fight, and while sarra and charis can handle themselves, invisibility will suit petrana and veda well on their way out. )

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( More often than not, the problem with Marius is - was, Petrana thinks, mutely horrified and unable to immediately look away - that his arrogance is not unwarranted. Magic as music and Marius is a symphony, a prodigal talent; he is not helpless, he is hard to take off-guard. To see it done is terrifying, a show of power unmatched that she cannot but be afraid of - to watch him die is awful.

When Sarra reaches for them, Petrana flinches, stiffening under her hand and cradling Veda closer to herself as if to protect her -

One day, she may be grateful.

Today, in a voice ragged with the pain of loss, she screams for the guardsmen that would have been so much closer by her had she not been at her husband's side, and Sarra and Charis will need to move very quickly to get them all safely from this encampment. )