#brightwindsbarony

Every step feels like a trial, every footfall a deathknell, as she marches to her expected doom

Sparrow is somewhere, certainly...

What's that speck out in the sky?

Grete squints up at it, and waves. Not a cheery one handed wave, but both hands, arms back and forth, back and forth.

The speck banks, and heads closer to the hold.

Grete shaped, certainly. But why is she all red?

The speck resolves itself into Sparrow, gliding in for a landing.

Grete runs over to her - the childling is covered with... that sharp hemoglobin-iron tang, it can't be mistaken. This is not paint.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" She is saying, a little muffled - she has a darkening eye and a puffy nose, on top of the splatter.

Plus, the messy tears streaking her dust-dirty face.

"Grete! What happened? Are you hurt? We should get the healers..." She scoops up the witchel girl, nevermind the gore.

"I didn't mean to!!"

"Didn't mean to what?" Carrying Grete towards the Fire at a run.

"I killed Caaaaatiiiir!" She says in a miserable moan!

A momentary falter. "You what?"

"N they took her, Ross and Nessa, and she wasn't MOVING.... "

"Grete, tell me what happened."

"I didn't mean to! She socked me first but I didn't mean to... we were just scrapping!"

"And I conked my head, and the sharks came in, and.... I TRIED TO STOP 'EM, but she... Catir, she..."

Sparrow darkens like a storm cloud and continues on her way to the Bale.

"HOPE!"

"GRAY!"

"SPARROW!" Comes Nessa's shout back - faint, but she can trace it to the first floor!

The sidhe heads that way!

Hope comes up "Otha and Bix are with her...this way" she leads Sparrow towards the balefire area

Sparrow follows. "The Land Sharks attacked?"

"It wasn't their fault, it was my fault. I'm sorry!

She grimaces.

"It would appear they ttore into Catir but we don't know the details. If it wasnnn't for Nessa and Ross stablizing her..."

Nessa moves to Sparrow's side. "She's okay now. She will be okay. Dad got her here in time, and she's by the fire now, with Otha and Bix." Nessa knows that her Mentors can save anyone.

They come before the balefire, where a childling lays in it's glow, so many bandages she looks part mummy. Red soaks through many.

Grete shrinks back.

Sparrow sets Grete down.

"I should have killed those chimera..." She frowns.

"She looks worse than she is now, " Otha explainns

Nessa shifts back out of the way, trying to make sure that she's not taking up too much space, and to let Sparrow through.

Sparrow kneels besides the childling, reaching out a hand but hesitating - a look at the Healers before she dares touch.

As Sparrow goes to Catir's side, Grete flees back out the door.

Otha nods "Bix is preparing a life fountain in the form of juice"

Hope says "grete ? Honey..."

"But she's safe to touch" The Aesin continues

At least with the way she's booking it, and the absence of any fresh blood, the Wichtel appears to be in fine health herself. That is until she's out of sight.

"Oh dear" Hope frowns with worry

"Oh dear, indeed." She frowns.

"Hope, send Little Joe after her? She trusts him..."

Hope nods "Right away, Baroness."

And off she goes

Bix comes in, carrying a botle of juice.. "Here we go, a Spring spritzer.." he sees Sparrow "Sparrow, would you like to do the honors? Should help her wake up"

The Baroness nods. "Thank you, Bix."

He hands over the juice to the Liam

"Hey, KitKat... c'mon, drink up for me." She holds the drink to Caitir's lips, supporting the girl's head with her other arm.