<strong>[Tagging Mina, Malia]</strong><br/><br/>Cris felt her heart could beat no faster, she could hear it hammering away in her chest, shacking, rattling her ribs. The oppressive attention of the crowd weighed down crushing her shoulders, even though most of it was not directed at her but the two girls next to her. The guards seemed rather rough with them. Why were they naked? One of them was insisting she was innocent poor thing, the other, seemed ready to accept her fate. Cris's hands shook, there was going to be no elf to save them, no prince, no judge. The desperate, nervous energy had no where to go, she was facing death and yet she could neither run nor fight as her body demanded, and this inaction tore her up inside. Her hands scraped for something to occupy herself, something to distract, if that was even possible. The floor had sawdust, much of it, but it wasn't the same, she could fiddle with it like stones, it just ground and fell. She leaned next to her father, maybe now, in the final moments, he would...<br/><br/>He pushed her away roughly, his curses hard to understand, their meaning clear. Cris slumped down even further into herself, the desire to not die alone the only spark of life left within. Slowly, timidly, she extended a hand towards the girl next to her, the simple touch all she could offer, all she could hope to receive.