<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/59/Seadragon.jpeg) (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/70/Screenshot_2022-04-02_16.55.59.png)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong><em>Faith Carvalho (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341012.msg16145110#msg16145110)</em><br/><strong>Wearing:</strong><em>Powder blue sports bra, yoga pants and sneakers with white piping. </em><br/><strong>Time:</strong><em>6:35PM June 4th; Evening</em><br/><strong>Location:</strong><em>Clearing</em><br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong><em>Janise</em><br/><hr/>The sudden backbone from Janice jarred Faith. A spike of uncertainty caused her eyes to narrow and then widen at Janice’s transformation. For a moment, there was fear in Faith’s eyes, but it was quickly overwhelmed with the last moment’s fury. This woman had played Faith and made her an accomplice in a kidnapping infuriated her. Whoever this was, she was stealing someone’s child! The serpent woman had been willing to die to get her child back. Faith could only dream of having a mother like that.<br/><br/>“Easy, Faith,” Coral’s soft voice sounded little more than a whisper. She knew Coral’s warning should be taken seriously, but Faith was well beyond rational thought. All the hurt and pain Faith inflicted on her mother and her mother on her was poisoning her mind, flooding it with shame, anguish, and neglect. Here was a mother who loved her child so fiercely she was willing to die for them, and they were still being ripped from her, and Faith had done the ripping.<br/><br/>“Give it back.”  She said through grinding teeth. The tension in her jaw was visible when the witch conjured the egg to her hand. Faith took a step forward, which might have looked menacing to a mousey freshman but did little to startle or move Janise. The woman just looked at her with lasciviousness that Faith might have appreciated under different circumstances and different faces.<br/><br/>Fire came unbidden to Faith’s hand, paltry compared to the magic Janise wielded. She sat on her mortar and pestle with an ease that showed she held no genuine concern for Faith’s pitiful conjuring. Faith hated being disregarded. It burned her. She had been disregarded too long by too many she loved. She had promised herself she would never feel that way again. Faith has spent years ensuring she was noticed, and if she couldn’t be loved, she would at least be respected or feared, and Janice was robbing her of even that.<br/><br/>With a snarl, Faith threw fire at Janice, over and over while the old witch crooned over what they had done, and it did nothing. The witch waved away fire and ice with embarrassing ease, completely ignoring Faith until one spark caught the edge of her skirt and began to smolder. Janice looked more surprised than concerned, and with a wave, the fires died as Faith slumped to the ground. She was breathing hard from the excursion as Janise regarded her curiously.<br/><br/>“Please.” Faith said as the fury dissipated, replaced with impotent despair. “Please, give her back her egg. There must be something you want more. Why take it? What do you need it for?”  She looked up from her knees, a pale reflection of the fury she had been moments before.<br/><br/>“Faith?” Coral’s voice filled with uncertain worry.<br/><br/>“Take me instead. Just give her back her egg, please.”<br/>