Down Under

She shook her head. "No it's ok."
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"Nidawi, what are you trying to hide in there?"

"Are you sure? do you want to feed from me again?"

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"C-Creed...he came while you were gone, and, well..." Nidawi rubbed the back of her neck. "I didn't mean to, but he startled me."

"No, I can last for a while more."
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"What did you do?"

"Are you sure?"

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"Well, I was about to go hunting and he startled me into a Frenzy." Nidawi twiddled her hands together. He's not exactly dying, but he bled a fair amount on the carpet..." Her eyes drifted to watch the floor. "It's considered the greatest offence to remove another fairy's wings. I-I didn't mean to but..." being her anchor, Thane might have felt a sudden wave of panic and upset from their connection.

"It's ok, do you want me to get rid of him?"
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She nodded.

"If he gets out and tells the Queen t-that I...I know I'm not really p-part of the society, b-but she wants me back and this m-might be a-an excuse but..." Nidawi's ability to speak coherently slowly worsened as she started herself off in an anxiety attack. "I c-can't kill him, but I-I can't let him g-go back and I-I'm stuck of w-what to do." She started pulling at the ends of her hair, staring at her toes.

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"Are you able to get back to sleep or...?"

"No, I can't."
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"Let me kill him."

"It's too early to getup yet."

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Nidawi's wings shivered before she nodded. "If you could, please...I left his w-wings in the corner, they're u-useful for just about a-any reason, so if you want..." she trailed off, still watching her toes.

"You go back to sleep, I'm going to go for a walk."
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"I know, don't worry I will deal with it."

"I'm not letting you go out on your own, you should know that. I said I'm not going to leave your side so I am literally not going to leave your side."

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"I-If you can, make it g-gentle and q-quick? I don't really l-like Creed but he's s-suffered enough..."

"Stefan, I will go to Rochelle's, I don't need to be watched 24/7." She reminded him.

"I want to watch you 24/7, especially since you've pissed a Prophet off."

"Yeah and I don't see how, Jackson put that kid on my lap, I didn't intentionally pick him up."

"He doesn't understand Prophets as well as he probably hopes to yet, but they are exceedingly protective and territorial. You are neither family, or even friend to her, so she automatically sets you as an enemy and a threat."

"Great, but I still blame Jackson."

"Sounds like it most likely his fault."

She nodded.

"Might be worth dumping my collection on Prophet lore at his doorstep so he can read up about them and understand. Maybe give him the scrolls on dragons, as well, so he understands what she grew up and so he knows her mannerisms..."

"Nah, let him work it out on his own."

"Or, you know, we can decide how we plan to survive if she snaps. That's always fun."

"Pessimist))

"Realist," he corrected. "That girl is a ticking time bomb."

"And as long as she keeps fairly calm, we have nothing to worry about."

"It's not a case of whether or not she stays calm, it's if he can keep her calm. I'm not sure how much you feel it, since you aren't pure, but Prophets - nothing but Prophet in their blood, pure Prophet - are born with madness. They're bound to go crazy, it just depends whether or not they're Condemned. When Rochelle lost her mind, her descent into madness was a thing of beauty - she healed, she brought about life, and saved the world little by little until it overtook her and she died. Now, if that little shifter's Prophet was to do the same...let's just say the Archivist has never let a Condemned live long enough to begin their descent."

"You make it really hard to argue with you."