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Saima had listened carefully for what William had to say about the house. He was clearly enthusiastic and between Saima and Elsa, the more information that could be shared, the easier it would be to find a way to deal with this situation. Between the jilted bride and the history of murders, there was plenty reason for the place to have residual presences there.

After Phoebe's party, Saima had went back to their own adventures and routines. It was easy for them to get caught up in the everyday of what they were dealing with and nearly forget about the whole affair. Suppose that is the sort of thing that happens when they were dealing with a number of different experiences on a regular basis.

However when they got a call from Phoebe after some time, they picked up the phone.

Kat had just finished helping her small namesake get tucked into bed when she found her wife. Elizabeth and Hercule were enjoying an evening to themselves, and her wife and herself had been more than happy to let the little girl be with them. 

“Of course not! Everybody knows that Grandmother.” Adora was indignant, playfully rolling her eyes at the very notion. Still she nodded, giggling a little at Maleficent’s silliness. “If it really is so far, they’ll be hungry and tired when they get here... I’ll talk to Mama right away.” The girl nodded, pleased to given a responsibility of her own. 

He was shaky as he lights each candle, calling upon each element to join the circle. He knew he didn't have much time. He sits in the center, calling Nebula over. The bird rests in his lap, as he lights the final candle in front of him. Then he begins the chant.

"Écoutez mes paroles et entendez mon cri. Les éléments nous gardent en sécurité et nous éloignent de ce tourment."

He continues to chant, as each element surrounds them. The smell of burning wood. The feeling of a crisp autumn breeze. The smell of rain. The smell of clean dirt and mud. And the most familiar scent.. to him.. chocolate cake. To any other person, it would be their favorite scent. Fire, Air, Water, Earth, Spirit.

The area changed quickly, but Dacian didn't stop until they were somewhere safe. Only then did he stop, his energy drained. Nebula nudges him, and he slumped, panting. Nebula hops up, nudging him again. He mumbles, feeling heavy, exhaustion setting in. Everything hurt and he felt nauseous. The candles had burned out at this point. "Nebula, va chercher de l'aide." He instructs, and the bird flies up, in search of the help he needed.

She finds a building with people going in, and dives, finding her way inside. Then she sensed it.. magic? She flies through, silently, finding the source. Three women. Two of them were walking away, and she lands, in front of the final woman. "Help. Help." She cawed, eerily. "Injury. Master. Witch. Burning. Burning."

“ okay , so ..... if  👏 one thing is wrong  👏 for one person  👏 it  👏 is wrong  👏 for  👏 every  👏 one. i have more , but this is the most tame. “