#alyafae

Toying with a grape he had plucked from the platter mere inches away, Maekar leaned back against his chair and looked over to his eldest brother. A man he had admired all his youth. A man he fought beside and b l e d for. Revered. Envied. The silver-haired prince shifted in his seat and glanced to his elder, silently noting the gray that was starting to show in his dark hair. "Are you sure we can't just go h u n t i n g or something?"

The rational part of her mind had known good and well that venturing out into this sort of weather was ill-advised, even for a witch, but Zelda hadn't been thinking rationally. She knew her sister's romantic heart would have a field day if she found out she had chilled herself practically to the bone simply to seek out Maerose's company.

Farah had heard voices coming from what was supposed to be an empty classroom. Inside, she had found Bloom, Stella, and the others gathered around a circle of runes etched onto the floor with chalk, a mouse placed in the middle. The girls were murmuring the words of a spell as they held hands, eyes closed, and didn't see their headmistress enter.

"What in the the world are you girls doing?" She demanded to know, walking forward, one foot stepping inside the circle. Bloom's eyes snapped open, as did the other's, and was barely able to get out, "Ms. Dowling, don't-" before there was a flash of white light shooting up, surrounding and temporarily blinding Farah, who staggered back a step, trying to shield her eyes.

When the light subsided, she lowered her arm and blinked rapidly. A frown played on her lips as she looked around, but nothing appeared to have changed. Whatever the girls had been trying to do with that spell had evidently failed, but when she glanced at them again, they were staring at her, eyes wide. Her frown deepened at that, but she only tersely snapped, "Detention, all of you," before turning to walk out.

She had been on her way to meet Saul on the training grounds before being waylaid and continued on that way now. As she walked, she had to adjust her coat, as it suddenly felt as if it wasn't fitting quite right. The same could be said for her shoes and she would be very tempted to take them off, would it not be highly unprofessional for the headmistress seen to be walking across campus barefooted.

"Oh my god-"

"Any bleeding is bad bleeding what are you even talking about-" Kate grabs his arm and drags him into her apartment, but making him pause and throwing a towel over her couch before pushing him into it.

"Typical spoiled princess raised in the lap of luxury to chase status even among elevated peers. I didn't let Freyja or Verin doodle disproportionate sheep on my maps, did I? It is not Hugh or Godfrey I have piggybacks to despite being smelly and needing a bath, was it. Need you hear it and have the obvious affirmed anaticula?"

The woman who they called Princess Rhaenys Targaryen, but had no memory of that name, or of any other, hesitated in the doorway. Her husband had requested that she join him here in what had been named the Hall of Nine, and he now stood with his back to her, facing the large fireplace. The husband who she recognized no more than the identity they had assigned to her.

Rhaenys looked around silently, noticing the lavish frescoes on the walls, all nautical in nature, before her eye fell on the dais at the other end of the hall. Atop it sat a chair made of driftwood, large and imposing. More of a throne than a chair, in truth. Or at least what she believed a throne to look like, having never seen one. It looked like it would take a giant of a man to sit it properly, and as she glanced to the impressive figure of Lord Corlys again, she thought he was just such a man.

"Trauma incoming!" One of the nurses call out to alert Dana and a few of the other doctors that there is an ambulance fast approaching their doors.

Cassie is one of the first ones to get there with Dana. An EMT hops out of the ambulance and runs to open the back door, another one is in the back and is quick to hop out, pulling the stretch out.

Robby lay there, with a neck brace, and various injuries. They have no idea if he's got a spine injury but the EMTS figure it's better to be safe than sorry.

"He was found by a passerby off the side of the road. No helmet to be seen." One of the EMTS speaks up, "Heart rate is good but he's in bad shape." There's only so much that the EMTS can do and now the rest is up to them.

"Dr. Robby?" Mckay calls out, trying to rouse him from his unconscious state. All that she gets is an agonized groan, which is better than nothing, she supposes.

She then turns to Dana, hesitating for a moment. She knows how close Dana and Robby are. Is it a good idea to have her with him?