<div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">*Sigh*… I’m really sorry for not posting. I got myself ready to post something several times. Classes having been taking a lot of my time(and the desire to think).  I’ve been trying to start up a post, but every time I tried… well, blagh. Little, to nothing came out. Irthos asked if I needed time away from Gatekeepers, and I think so.<br/><br/>So, this’ll be my last post for a while. Once the semester ends, I’ll have more free time,  and should be in a much better state of mind to post.</div></div></div>After freeing herself from her would-be predators gullet, Larynn stopped for a moment to get her bearings, trying not to focus on the saliva covering her upper body.  The Alley Cats had all been either run off, felled or…eaten. Her allies, instead of relieved, seemed to be arguing over what to do with their prisoner.<br/><br/>“Miss Celaire, if you really need something to eat, I could cook something for you once we get to the watch house.” She turns to Alyssa, remembering that the guard had never gotten her kebab.” Adjutant Niberos as well. I could even spare some of the ambrosia I cooked, since you two helped protect Lady-.”<br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Kaelen wrote:</cite> "Elona.  I don't know how they knew about her, but she's gone and the Captain is either dead or unconscious."</div></blockquote><br/>For a moment, Larynn couldn’t believe the spice merchants’s words. The battle had lasted less than a minute, on the roofs of speeding carriages. They’d have had to have teleported into the cabin, defeated the Captain and Lady Elona, and then teleported back out that small stretch of time. And according to Dagnyr, they had silenced the cabin too, meaning all of their magic was done without verbal components.<br/><br/>The thought of these crooks having such a powerful caster on their side was almost as troubling as the fact that they had taken Lady Elona. What were they going to do now that they had made off with the celestial? Were they just after her body, and the nutrions in her flesh? Perhaps they were hoping to sell her? That scenario was, unfortunately, the best scenario, because that meant they would need to keep her alive until the sale.<br/><br/>Larynn was snapped out of her speculation as the carriage came to a stop. Finally noticing the remains of the deceased driver, Larynn felt her stomach turn. While she regretted being unable to save the guard, part of her was grateful that she didn’t join the poor man in the catgirl’s stomach.<br/><br/>Remembering her brief trip down the feline’s esophagus, the cook shudders slightly as she remembers how much spittle she’s covered in. But, there was little else Larynn could do now, besides wait until they reached the guard house…<br/><br/>…<span style="font-style: italic">And</span>hope she could get a bath. A bath would be wonderful.