Date: 8/21/97 10:02 PM Pacific Standard Time
From: DrewDemax
The teleport brought them both to a heavily-forested area with what appeared to be a small outpost nearby. Drew kept the headache on Collie intense until his guards came out with the silver coronet and he placed it on her. Confident all her powers were now blocked, he let up. He was aware that back at the manor the other healers were writhing in pain from the energy drawn to strike the entire crowd at the GIT at once with the migrane-level headaches.
"Ready a steed for me, and have this place cleared within the hour," he told the guards, pulling Collie to her feet as he did. The horse was brought out swiftly, and he shoved Colie roughly into the saddle before mounting behind her. They rode hard and fast, Drew circling and backtracking as they went, often riding midstream of any waterway they crossed for long periods to throw off trackers. Almost an hour had passed when they finally reached the Chapel Manor.
Drew turned her over to the care of his servants. "Set two guards to her, and see that she's made comfortable upstairs. And send someone out to tend the horse." He waited until Collie disappeared inside, then nodded to himself, satisfied with the work done. "If anyone requires me, I'm in my rooms resting. Teleports take far too much out of one..." He shrugged and walked to his quarters, thinking a brief nap might be just the thing.
He was completely unaware that upstairs, sitting in the room and watching her guards, Collie was in rapid comunication with her child and steed, the links to each unaffected, unaffectable by the device which drew away all her other magics.
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Date: 8/26/97 8:57 PM Pacific Standard Time
From: PrlUnicorn
Collie felt her power draining from the coronet placed on her head... Her thoughts went to Draven and the woman in the Golden Ivy claiming to be his lost love and mother to his child. She had seen him watching Shanni with her daughter in the Outback and had gotten a feeling from it.. Duty was first before her own personal problems. She fingered the golden torc about her neck that once symbolized her right to stand along side her male counterparts in battle. She was nothing if not a child of her
heritage, daughter of a Scottish laird and granddaughter of an Irish duke. Headstrong, hot tempered, and with a will of Celtic steel.... she would survive... and she would overcome... As the Rhydin branch of the family motto "Forever in Harms Way" had long been a credo for her life even when she didn't ask for it to be.
Her mental message to her son, Ian, was of the location of the building she was in.. if that didn't come through... all he would need do was set Gancanna free to find her... He would come and fight if necessary.. The old steed of all creatures knew her best, the impression to him at his foaling was powerful. Child and colt both strongwilled and with fire in their manes were an unbreakable bond of companions.
The massive stallion reared in his stall feeling the message of help needed before Ian.. The young man went to the stable as instructed by his mother beforehand placing the saddle blanket over the warhorses back and tightening the girthstrap of the saddle tightly under his belly. He checked the jewelry and weapons attached that Colleen had prepared.. The magical claymore marked with her crest, the crossbow, and her dagger all placed in the saddle. Who would would be willing to ride the animal
otherwise unruley without the mistress of his reins... He was the only one that could find her with out endangering one of Collie's children....
The one thing no one had counted on was in his haste Ian failed to shut down all of his thoughts to his siblings... Rhi in the Golden Ivy with Rix kept hearing her mothers voice in her head... saying one word... "annwyl" as though it were for someone in particular that she was calling out for..
From: PrlUnicorn
Collie felt her power draining from the coronet placed on her head... Her thoughts went to Draven and the woman in the Golden Ivy claiming to be his lost love and mother to his child. She had seen him watching Shanni with her daughter in the Outback and had gotten a feeling from it.. Duty was first before her own personal problems. She fingered the golden torc about her neck that once symbolized her right to stand along side her male counterparts in battle. She was nothing if not a child of her
heritage, daughter of a Scottish laird and granddaughter of an Irish duke. Headstrong, hot tempered, and with a will of Celtic steel.... she would survive... and she would overcome... As the Rhydin branch of the family motto "Forever in Harms Way" had long been a credo for her life even when she didn't ask for it to be.
Her mental message to her son, Ian, was of the location of the building she was in.. if that didn't come through... all he would need do was set Gancanna free to find her... He would come and fight if necessary.. The old steed of all creatures knew her best, the impression to him at his foaling was powerful. Child and colt both strongwilled and with fire in their manes were an unbreakable bond of companions.
The massive stallion reared in his stall feeling the message of help needed before Ian.. The young man went to the stable as instructed by his mother beforehand placing the saddle blanket over the warhorses back and tightening the girthstrap of the saddle tightly under his belly. He checked the jewelry and weapons attached that Colleen had prepared.. The magical claymore marked with her crest, the crossbow, and her dagger all placed in the saddle. Who would would be willing to ride the animal
otherwise unruley without the mistress of his reins... He was the only one that could find her with out endangering one of Collie's children....
The one thing no one had counted on was in his haste Ian failed to shut down all of his thoughts to his siblings... Rhi in the Golden Ivy with Rix kept hearing her mothers voice in her head... saying one word... "annwyl" as though it were for someone in particular that she was calling out for..