@sharksama@Deathsong12@xChromeThe fog slowly lifted from the city streets giving clear view of the night sky. Such a beautiful sight it was to Claudia, the velvet skies bespeckled with tiny, twinkling stars, the pale glow of the full moon bathing the city streets and the two women who tarried down them towards the Scarlet Carson Tavern.
Claudia looked down at the girl, a small frown contorting her ruby lips as ahe sighed,
"Ettie dear...not to sound rude, but you've done all you could tonight. Admittedly, I am disappointed in you for how this night had gone, but your well being is my only concern for now, sugar." Maybe Minerva was right, the damn cantankerous crow, maybe Claudia shouldn't be so damn soft, but she was afraid of losing those she held dear once more.
As they rounded the hill, the boy Collin met up with them. "I heard everything, ma'am." The blonde boy spoke, sadness and dismay in his words. "Minerva sent one of her messenger ravens; she's pissed beyond belief, Claudia."
Claudia grimaced biting her lip. Good to know they ruffled their leader's black feathers,
"Hmmm...then I suppose we are all in for a tongue lashing..." Unlike Claudia, the hardened veteran wouldn't be so lenient toward poor Etoiles. It was where the two women butted heads always. Claudia treated the Rebels as her family, but for Minerva, they were her army, her violent crusade against the ills of the rich and their corrupt oligarchy.
They stepped through the door of the tavern, out into the cold of the night and into the soothing warmth of the barroom. Claudia gently laid the weary, wounded girl across an empty table, gently petting Etoile's head.
"Collin, please bring me a bottle of scotch from the shelf and a washcloth.""Y-yes ma'am." Collin nodded concerned. "Is Etoiles going to be okay, Claudia?" He grabbed the bottle of scotch and cloth as his lieutenant commanded
Claudia answered, a soft sigh exhaled,
"For the time being. A few lacerations, but nothing too major, and....oh gods..." She noticed the girl's bare foot...mangled by a savage looking gunshot wound.
"Those bastards..." She snarled under her breath. How dare they do this to an innocent child, her dear Etoiles. Claudia took the cloth and poured a bit of scotch onto it.
"This might hurt a little, honey." She cooed.
"But we'll need to disinfect those wounds." Gently she dabbed the cloth against the cuts and the brutal gunshot wound. Oh the wounds, so numerous, only a blackhearted bastard such as Samuel,
Samael Claudia called him after the Abyssal demon, could invoke such vicious harm upon a sweet young girl as she.
Collin had gone to search for medical supplies, leaving the two alone in the tavern. Suddenly, a chill crept up Claudia's spine. She gasped, turning toward the door.
"Minerva?" No...it didn't feel like the stern woman's presence. Claudia was tailed here...by the Parliament.