<strong>Maggie Foss</strong><br/><strong>Location</strong>: The barrens<br/><strong>Tag</strong>: Robert, Cern<br/><hr/>Tears stinging her eyes, Maggie touches around Cern's wounds as despair and pain seep in... she had called him to this, she knew in her heart it was true.  She had caused this to Cern, who had suffered this wound for her.  Her breaths sobs, she hears the sprites' cries and listens, lifting the horn that they gesture to her and twisting its awkward shape in her long-fingered hands.<br/><br/>It requires determination-- she has to steel herself against the pain and the terror that rage in her like smoldering cinders, burning and consuming her inside.  She takes up Cern's horn and hesitates, just for a moment, before placing it to her mouth and blowing.  She knows how to produce sound from a horn, somehow... something she knows deep in her heard, whether from memory or from instinct.  Her lips buzz into the aperture and she tries to let forth a powerful blast from the curved instrument, her lungs filling and releasing with a heave of her thin shoulders and breast.