Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20171024033731/@comment-28358106-20171024134232

Tirush fiddles with her hair, undoing the few trinkets and feathers she keeps in it as mementos. Her huge claws work with surprsing delicacy as she turns and looks to the girls.

"I wish we could watch," Aegis sulks.

"When you are older, little hawk, you may. This will be no sight for children," Tirush says. She hands her mementos to Regina, who wraps them in a cloth and places them carefully in a small box.

"I will watch them," Antoinette says, smiling. "I shall be with them at home. We have lots of things planned.  Don't worry about us."

"I would watch, but I'm not sure I would enjoy the violence," Lucida says, folding her arms. "The arena was different. This will have Uncle Hound fighting Mama T.  I-I'm not used to such things."

"Nor should you be." Tirush finishes and gives each of her daughters a nuzzling Wyvern kiss. "Do not worry for us. This battle will be over soon enough."

"But it's non-fatal," Thomas says with apprehension.

"Yes, that is true." There is just enough delay in Tirush's response showing that she has her doubts. Nevertheless, she turns again, this time to Antoinette, and nuzzles her as well. "I shall see you after my victory."

"The Light bless and keep you. I shall be praying for you." Holding Aurora's hand, Ferra carrying Gemmi, Antoinette leads the daughters away. Partha gives her mom a large, squeezing hug before following. Only Aurum remains behind. Once the others are at a distance, Thomas raises his hand, and a coil of arcanum envelops them, teleporting them away in a bolt of lightning.

Tirush watches them go, the thunder fading as it echoes. She smiles as she turns to her spouses and oldest daughter.

"The three of you, so sad! You should be happy.  This will be a glorious battle." She steps forward and extends her wings, pulling Thomas in. "You should not frown so much, nhee Danthe. You are becoming too good at it."

"I would feel better about it if Armata wasn't fighting," Thomas grumbles as he is cocooned in velvety wings. "I don't trust him."