Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20181001230640/@comment-28358106-20181013011114

(Hound/Armata)  Antoinette remains unmoved. Her wispy tail swishes in agitation, her silver hoof pawing at the ground as she readies herself.

"That may be so, méchant, but I know that you are not here by invitation.  You will leave these estate grounds, or you---"

Regina bursts out of the home's front door at a brisk pace. She has collected herself somewhat from earlier, but she still remains in a state of high agitation, her voice quick. "Antoinette!  You need to come inside!  It's Tirush!  She's been hurt..."

At the last few words, Regina's voice chokes, and she claps a hand over her mouth, her eyes brimming with emotion as she stops herself. Antoinette lowers her lance as she turns in confusion.

"Wh...what do you mean, mon bijou?  What are you saying?  Is she---"  She turns to shoot another look at Armata, but Regina's hand pulls on the Saintaur's arm as she shakes her head.

"No, no!  It's not him!  You need to come inside...please, hurry!  The...the children will need you.  Come on..."

Giving Armata one last look, Antoinette's armor phases away with wisps of silvery ether, and Armata can feel the wave of saintliness hit him briefly with the transformation. Antoinette allows herself to be led inside, and within moments, the two women are gone, and the front door shut.