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[d kerr]

Maelorna regards the herculean action that Arawn performs as he takes
possession of the whistle.  A warning registers in her mind as her toy,
Zin, is transported to the north of the cavern with the other shifters.
'Damn it, I'm not going to lose you, not yet at least.' as thoughts of
watching his last moments of life fill her with a cold comfort.

She curses in Lilith's Command at the interference of her desires and
spotting both the blood on the altar as well the dagger.  Using her wings
to help her leap over the altar to grab the dagger, wanting a weapon she
knows how to use.

Her next thoughts and actions are of the group and she knows it's going to
hurt them.  She leaps, trying to fly as best she can over to Fremea and
yells out to Zin, "Slow them down as you can, my love." she instructs him,
hoping he will be able to survive even that endeavor.  She can't bring
herself to look at the Fae in her eyes and reaches about her neck to feel
for the nodule and once found, grips it firmly, "Hold still, it's going to
hurt," she warns, "but I think I can rip it off, mine somehow ripped itself
free."
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