Of the four, only the so-far-quiter of the two blondes seemed to resist Toria's magic (and even that perhaps not so much for any deliberate reason beyond the typical reflexive pushback of any mind at such a sudden and not-understood magic). The other three minds conveyed much as what was on their faces - a hot-cold mixture of fear and relief, as well as more selfish thoughts of how much trouble they would surely be in with their respect parents, but no hostile or deceptive intends to speak of.<br/><br/>"Slain!?" the blonde lost the composure she'd been trying to put on as the 'leader', such as it was, of the holed-up foresome. Knees giving out, she almost fell forward, and clutched against the Randal's shoulder pauldrons. Gripping her own forehead, she grabbed the brunette's hand and staggered through the house until they found the parlor massacre to which the priest had referred.<br/><br/>The screams of both girls echoed through the house for a split second. "This is<em>everyone!</em>They got them al-"<br/><br/>The brunette whimpered "Danagen got away; through your window I saw him run out back into the hedge maze when it all started.."<br/><br/>The blonde cried, "I'm so stupid! So stupid! I sent the servants and guards away last eve; I knew they'd never let me throw a party or invite so many boys over, leastways not without telling my parents at their first chance, and...now they're all dead! I never even got to..." her eyes had fixated on one of the young men, until she clapped her hands over her face again.