Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20170816034817/@comment-28358106-20170826042327

(Hound) "Gemmi was on it, you say?" Lucida asks, although she says it in a way that suggests she already knows the answer. She gives Thomas a flat smirk. "You know what that means, Papa?"

Thomas doesn't look up. "Yes..." he says resignedly.

"It was probably her that---"

"Yes, I know, Lucida."

The opening statements of the commentators announcing the final match echo across the field, causing the crowd to stir with activity. Lucida bounces up and down excitedly, tugging on Thomas' arm.

"Papa, it's about to start! Let's hurry up and---"

Before Thomas can protest, Lucida's tugging has already taken its toll. His concentration is broken, and the arcanum of the delicate healing process is slightly broken with it. As the last thin threads of magic mend Marcus' left hand, it turns a very odd shade of blue.

"Lucida!!" Thomas barks.

She spins around, then, seeing Marcus' hand, grows mortified, clapping her hands over her mouth. "Oh...no..."

"It's harmless, and it's temporary," Thomas says, "But it's a good lesson in why you should never break the concentration of a healer." He pointedly doesn't lose his temper.

"Uncle Marcus...I'm so sorry..." Lucida's horror seems genuine, but he can't help but notice a smile trying to escape from behind her hands.