<strong>Maggie Foss</strong><br/><strong>Location</strong>: The barrens, in the whirlwind<br/><strong>Tag</strong>: Robert<br/><hr/>Maggie's hands tremble on the horn as she lowers it from her lips, the mournful peal of the horn having been silenced by the storm already.  There in the chamber at the storm's eye, tears won't quite break through, and she kneels and sits back with Cern's head and shoulder resting on the soot-stained thighs of her jeans.<br/><br/>As he fades, Maggie's fair eyes flicker with understanding as her mind is awash with memories...understandings not her own, but belonging to her somehow.  She doesn't breathe, but when the understanding settles in and she snaps back to awareness of her surroundings, Cern is gone, nothing but the dust of his passing left behind.<br/><br/>Robert's cry of pain jars Mags from the stupor, and she immediately reaches for him.  For just a moment, her pale skin and eyes are luminous with the remnant of fae's light.  "It's alright," she murmurs, her hands cool and comforting on his face.  "It's alright, I understand it now... just hold on, help is on the way."<br/><br/>At 2013-09-15 13:27:46, Mags (uid: 768) rolls: 1d100 Result: 81 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=50177)