Peony's eyes didn't break from the back of the assailant until he was lost in the mix of the crowd and far enough away that she would have opportunity to spell cast before he got within melee range of them pair of them - Archie had taught her too well to let down her guard.
"You were strangled and lifted off your feet and you're asking me if I am good?" The warlock asked in cold disbelief, her eyebrows raised and eyes wide. Was Ianthe for real? What's more, she seemed to have been conversing with the man as if this were a run of the mill discussion rather than a violent attack. "Sit. You've clearly had your head knocked."
And she wouldn't take no for an answer, forcibly steering Ianthe through an arm around her waist to the nearest point to sit, kneeling in front of her and trying to decide whether it was worthwhile to use magic to cure any damage. She couldn't seem bleeding but Gods only knew with how bruising could be. "Are you seriously hurt?" She still had a reserve of magic but she was so much more tired than she normally was, as if she couldn't pull on the well of fey magic to assist her.
"I apologise if I stepped into something that you had pre-arranged, but I didn't see any negotiation there. You said there had to be negotiation beforehand." It wasn't accusatory but there was a hint of worry in Peony's tone that she had vitally misunderstood something. There had scarcely been sight of a slip of paper or scroll - no magistrate to ratify it. What manner of ferallity was this? "I've spent the last six months defending a young woman from an ancient vampire and his followers constantly attempting to claim her. I think my nerves are still shot from it all."
The barrage of questions continued; "Is that going to happen if you continue to wander about without a Dominant? Some fool can just throw you over his shoulder and carry you off?"
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"You were strangled and lifted off your feet and you're asking me if I am good?" The warlock asked in cold disbelief, her eyebrows raised and eyes wide. Was Ianthe for real? What's more, she seemed to have been conversing with the man as if this were a run of the mill discussion rather than a violent attack. "Sit. You've clearly had your head knocked."
And she wouldn't take no for an answer, forcibly steering Ianthe through an arm around her waist to the nearest point to sit, kneeling in front of her and trying to decide whether it was worthwhile to use magic to cure any damage. She couldn't seem bleeding but Gods only knew with how bruising could be. "Are you seriously hurt?" She still had a reserve of magic but she was so much more tired than she normally was, as if she couldn't pull on the well of fey magic to assist her.
"I apologise if I stepped into something that you had pre-arranged, but I didn't see any negotiation there. You said there had to be negotiation beforehand." It wasn't accusatory but there was a hint of worry in Peony's tone that she had vitally misunderstood something. There had scarcely been sight of a slip of paper or scroll - no magistrate to ratify it. What manner of ferallity was this? "I've spent the last six months defending a young woman from an ancient vampire and his followers constantly attempting to claim her. I think my nerves are still shot from it all."
The barrage of questions continued; "Is that going to happen if you continue to wander about without a Dominant? Some fool can just throw you over his shoulder and carry you off?"