Posts by RAELIANA

If Raeliana thought what was going on in her family was anything dramatic, it probably paled in comparison to the issues the Tormenta-Millions were going through. The Suncircle Knight was one of the first to approach after Marigold, a sleepy look on her face because the woman had indeed just woken up from a nap, rubbing her own eyes as she gazed at the newcomer, glad that somebody else was dealing with greetings or whatever, completely and blissfully unaware of the shit that was probably about to hit the fan over this. Yeah, this whole encounter would probably cement in her mind that while the Arcanium family had their problems, there was far worse drama they could be handling.

Watching Solarians being pelted by her own wayward powers made the need to go stick her head in the sand stronger with each stone that hit them.

Helier was correct, Raeliana had indeed failed at something. Epically. The woman stood still as the attention was gradually turned from the injured towards her, the cause of it, with no evidence more damning than a few sharp crystals still floating around and not listening, a sheepish look on her face as she managed a quick, "Sorry." Genuine, no hint of teasing in her tone considering the situation.

The serval was the first to actually address her, "Ah, funny story, actually. Elementals are a bit harder to control and a bit less fun than I thought. So no, it wasn't a brawl." She wanted to laugh, to try and break the lingering tension in the air, but if Sangria wasn't ready to bash the kitsune over the head now, she probably would if she tried to make light of the situation any more than she was now, not noticing the crystals dropping to the ground and breaking apart. "I did say to duck and cover. I gave you guys like, five seconds before impact."

//please wait for sorin to post!

"I swear to god, Sorin-" Raeliana cut herself off in favor of planting her feet onto the ground to try and get her brother out the door, having given up on coaxing and resorted to pushing, "-if you stay in here much longer, you'll start to rot in here. I'm not coming in here to find a bunch of bones in place of a brother." Since her siblings had returned from their capture, Sorin especially had seemed shaken by the whole thing, seeming to opt for hiding in his hut rather than going outside, even as the rains had ceased and it had gotten relatively more peaceful before all the drama started back up. She was pretty sure he wouldn't go out to get food if he could help it. She'd been checking on him as much as possible, it'd been easier at first when she'd had no duties as a regular Solarian, and then some that she could easily slack off on, but since her promotion to healinghand student and Suncircle Knight, with Sangria or Merlot often catching her slipping out and dragging her back to whatever task she'd been assigned, it'd been less and less often that she could make sure her brother was still relatively okay. For the longest time, her siblings had been all she had, and she wasn't about to just dump a lifetime's worth of memories spent with them in favor of a fancy new title or two.

That started with convincing Sorin the sunlight wouldn't melt him. The months of coaxing hadn't worked, not that Raeliana had that much patience to start, she'd finally resorted to her most desperate measures that, unfortunately, had probably been used at least once or twice before. Another push, this time with a, "Nothing's going to hurt you unless you decide to bash your face against a goddamn cactus!" Probably quite the spectacle that had attracted some attention with her attempts, but at this point she had stopped caring.

It took quite awhile, an exhausted Raeliana finally having Sorin out the door before she stopped trying to push him further, moving to stand on her own and leaving Sorin to stand up by himself. "It isn't so bad, see?" It had been a freaking chore getting him out the door, but it was worth it, a ghost of a tired smile tugging at her features and offering her scaredy cat of a brother a reassuring nudge before she would actually address the said attention garnered with the spectacle. "This is my little brother, Sorin. He's sensitive so don't bully him."

//I didn't know if you wanted people to respond but if not I'll delete it!

Raeliana was well aware that she had come into a very delicate position during a very delicate time for many members of Solaris, having watched Meenah and Marigold, both prominent figures, succumb to whatever demons were plaguing them. Everybody had them, to some varying degree, even if they weren't aware of it. Raeliana had hers, even if she'd told herself she'd gotten over them, the new positions she'd found herself in often had her questioning it, the carefree kitsune having been made responsible of others when the very idea of her having power over others plagued her. With the wrong word she could easily become the tyrant her father had been, and it was the last thing Raeliana had wanted after trying so desperately to carve out her own fate, her own place in the world, as Raeliana, that weird Solarian who you either tolerated or hated.

Seeing Marigold as he had been earlier had brought up the idea she had buried, watching him brush off Sangria over a woman, who, had she met that father she disliked so, she could only imagine would've been like her, charismatic to have people like her mother feeling pity for, but something about her mannerisms making her eye twitch. And Marigold had simply let it happen. She'd dropped it then when Sangria made the call. Marigold had seemed pretty respectable when she'd first arrived, really, he had. Raeliana had no issue with authority, as long as it was wielded correctly, so watching Marigold spiral downwards? It left a sour taste in the knight's mouth. Marigold was beginning to leave a sour taste in her mouth.

Not enough of a sour taste to just leave him there though. Unfortunately, Raeliana didn't really believe in Helios, so his wishes could kindly fuck off.

"I swear to god-" Raeliana had noticed the blood by chance, the words slipping out of her mouth as she registered what she thought at first was a murder scene, then realized there was the shallow rise and fall of the king's chest, "-this dumbass-" she moved forward, pulling off her scarf to attempt to press tightly against the wound, determining whether it would be better to pull it out right away or not, considering that part of her job included not letting him kick the bucket no matter how damn hard he tried, "-sorry excuse of a king!" The words were harsh and filled with misplaced anger, but a long time coming from her. Raeliana had always been the critic, so keeping her mouth shut upon having watched this man pass out drunk at a meeting, and watched what even she could tell make very poor life decisions with very little context (which made her not want to even find out the true severity of that situation), having met them with silence or excuses for the sake of the clan not promptly falling into chaos with the wrong words. For the sake of peace or whatever, yeah, that was going out the window when the king had managed to stab himself. That, and seeing him at the knighting ceremony, knowing that some of the higher-ups were willing to put up with her antics, Marigold being one of them, during those few times he held just a hint of regality, there was still a decent amount of respect for the man, just not at times like this. He wasn't that good or bad, in her eyes, he kinda just fell snugly in the gray area between perfect king and screw-up of the century so far.

Sangria and Merlot could chew her out on her awful bedside manner later. "The hell happened?" He probably couldn't give her a coherent answer, but still.

The sand thing had been an accident. She had been about to apologize for the whole thing, having watching her brother land face-first into the sand, but it had been Sorin's last fear listed that made her eye twitch a bit, though it wasn't because of her brother. It had been a reminder that there had been one time she couldn't have been there for them, having to listen to secondhand accounts instead. She'd ended up relying on the power of absolute strangers at that time, and as much as she was grateful for the help, there was still a deep-seated grudge towards her own lack of power at the time. She would press her fur against her brother's in both a silent apology for everything, everything, from her own uselessness to growing frustrated with the scaredy-cat of a boy, and to try and comfort him. "Nobody's gonna try and eat you."

Marigold's idea was a good one, really, though the warning was met with just a flick of an ear in acknowledgement of his words. She'd try to coax her brother to the oasis given that there were no actual fish as far as she was aware, only that snail that Raeliana had released there from Makariy, knowing full well if she kept it with her the little heathen would eat it.

Her gaze would turn to Meenah, catching sight of Jaymoon hiding behind her, before she turned her attention back to Sorin.

She hadn't been informed there was a ceremony today. Or she had, but she had been half-asleep then. The latter... definitely seemed more accurate, especially since there was a vague recollection of Sangria and Marigold mentioning it before she fell asleep. The medicine guild had been busier with all the stupid raids as of late, then there was all the stuff going on in the Arcanium family as well that now fell on her. There had actually been a valid reason for her apparent tiredness as of late, Raeliana previously only having to go and leave at her own leisure, and now having just a little bit more responsibility than that. Either way, the whole thing had slipped her mind.

And that was how Raeliana found herself sliding in just as the ceremony had started when she should've been there five minutes before.

"Please, gather for the knighting of our Dame Raeliana!"

Aight that's me. Keep the fancy praises coming. The thought came unbidden, still a bit foggy in her mind as she rubbed her eyes to hide of the last of her tiredness.

She started walking forward, beginning to actually feel the whole weight of this thing now. Probably a lot less slacking off would be going on from now on, whether on her own volition or if it was because the two Dawningcrown's caught her. She found the whole thing, no, most of the events as of recent quite ironic, and her severely underqualified for: being named liege to the Arcaniums a few months after her return to the scheme of things, a healinghand student that sooner or later would be expected, and have to take responsibility for, any lives lost under her own care, and now this, where said relative and severely underqualified newcomer now had a seat at the table of current and former Dawningcrowns. Probably was one of the first Arcaniums to make it this far after the last one who'd been ruling kicked the bucket.

Raeliana tried not to think about it too often for obvious reasons. She had enjoyed her time being low-profile in Agrelos, traveling with her siblings, probably would've stayed that way had it not been the Exiles throwing a wrench into their nomadic lives. She'd shown up in Solaris looking like she'd lost a fight with an aggressive washing machine, seeking help since she didn't have the power of her own to try and take her own siblings back herself. She'd been offered that help with barely any questions as to why they should help a relative newcomer, somebody who hadn't been in the picture for so long, simply because the same black blood ran in her veins. Received a place to stay from Solaris with little questions asked, a stark contrast to the deals struck in the tinier and more secluded areas in Agrelos. There was no real easy way out of repaying those debts, besides offering the same loyalty to them that they had shown to Raeliana.

With a sigh, she realized that she'd really gotten herself into quite the mess, hadn't she? A mess that was now her own. A ghost of a tired smile appeared on her face, albeit a happy one, as she came to a stop in front of Sangria and Marigold.

It was because Raeliana slept so long during the day that she was often stuck with her work late at night, thus, her need for procrastination often had her taking breaks in the desert, seeing what kind of poisonous creatures would lay in wait. It didn't matter in the end, since Sangria or Marigold would find the kitsune asleep and drooling on the pile of finished papers. There was no doubt she was capable of doing it, and well, Raeliana just didn't want to. There were early morning meetings to sleep through and diplomatic discussions to zone out of.

So the call of her name, and another familiar one from the opposite direction of Solaris was a surprise. Usually it was coming from Solaris, so purple eyes turned towards the direction of the one who called her.

She found the source at the border, a familiar boy who only days before had been offering her snails now sobbing her and his brother's names, the rest barely coherent though she could make out a few words. "Hey, hey, kiddo." Raeliana would immediately try to rest her paw against his back and offer light strokes, familiar with the process having not one, but two siblings who'd spooked easily. She hadn't done this for Sorin or Olive in a long time, so movements that were awkward before quickly fell into a much more familiar pace as muscle memory kicked in.

"What happened? What about your pa?" She hadn't quite caught the last bit he managed, but still tried to coax him to speak as she patted his back.

More Arcaniums slipped in just as the meeting began, some familiar, some not. Rae could hear a child cheering for an 'aunt Clove', looking briefly towards the other woman. Seemed like a proud niece of some sort, and the kid should be proud. The scent of the Cartel and Solaris was strong, a whiff of the Ruins and Exiles causing her eyes to narrow a bit. It probably would've made her eye twitch a bit to find out that Jimin had been adopted by Irene, mostly because it would feel like even more of a blow if her absentee mother had simply moved on from her other children. For now, she said nothing about it. As long as there were no complaints.

Speaking of complaints...

Clove spoke of Angelbeats' death and a topic she'd hoped to avoid, amethyst eyes purposefully not looking directly at anybody, not Clove or Asimov or more importantly, Makariy. The child had found himself in Solaris, sobbing about Asimov and his brother. So Raeliana had already been somewhat aware of the other reason that the meeting was held when she'd arrived. It had simply been a ticking time bomb waiting to be dropped.

She couldn't really speak on bad parenting, considering in Raeliana's case, one had died before she was born and one had disappeared shortly when Raeliana had needed her most, but the woman had managed.

Okay, maybe that was bad parenting. She'd become a bit desensitized to the notion of not having parents around, having Irene drift in and out of her life, to the point where she wasn't that child sobbing for her mother every time she'd been let down again. Irene had her own problems, Raeliana was aware, both in BlizzardClan at the time and now, which helped quell the seething rage she'd held towards her mother to some extent, but she supposed she never truly could forgive her until she could actually have a face-to-face, bury those demons that Raeliana had simply shoved in the unused closet in her mind.

Either way, she listened quietly to the first part, head tilted, expression carefully kept neutral. She'd been lucky to have been somewhat prepared on this, the words having been stewing in her mind for awhile, Asimov solidifying her thoughts with his words. She'd be a fumbling mess if she'd just been hit with this now. "I think it could be brushed aside if it was self-defense, or defending one of your kids, but it wasn't. It was a very deliberate, very public, and very slow execution." Raeliana made clear what the issue was on the whole thing. She was more morally gray than anything, but even if somebody was a danger to her own family, she at least had the empathy to know if she was the one underneath the blade, she'd still want her jugular cut properly so she didn't suffer too much. It was also the reason she coated her blade with more quick poisons or ones that induced numbness. "I don't know if it was because I grew up traveling in places that considered pushing criminals off cliffs with only a small group of people or banishment a valid way to go about it, but there were probably a dozen better ways to handle this whole thing, and fancy public execution in front of friends and family with free popcorn was not one of them. A heads-up before deciding this would've probably been great. 'Hey, this is my son, he's attempted to kill an Arcanium, I'm asking for a trial to be held.' Would it have killed you to send a note saying that how many months back instead of just slapping us in the face with this clusterfuck now?" Was that exactly how it went down, free popcorn included? Probably not, but still. The point was that even if it had to be dealt with, which it sounded like it was inevitable eventually, if what Asimov said was true. "Either way, the execution should not have happened. Dunno what the Cartel's stance is on this, don't particularly care, but still. Whether you saw him as family or not doesn't matter. There were still a couple who did and you just tossed that in their faces without so much as a word to anybody until the big moment." Makariy, for example, if his reaction was anything to go by. This trial could've been avoided, the rift between Makariy and his father could've been avoided, a lot of things could have been avoided. Then again, Asimov had said it himself: he held no value to a family tied together by blood alone. The kitsune understood that sentiment, deeply so, considering that her own belief was similar. However, she didn't allow the fact that these people had been relative strangers most of her life due to decisions both in and out of her own control: being born in BlizzardClan, being unaware of her relatives besides what little she knew of her mother's side, leaving BlizzardClan in exchange for a nomadic life without reaching out, partially due to her own fear of being rejected, just as she had been in her birth clan. Her experiences there had shaped that philosophy that blood didn't matter, with her trying to carve out her own place in the world, her travels with her siblings had corrected that sentiment, that blood didn't have to get in the way of bonds, something that was growing ever stronger the more time she spent here. She didn't want to just be tied to them by blood, but to each and every one of them by the bonds that she valued so highly. That was the kind of person she'd always been, that was still the type of person she wanted to be even with fancy titles. Even though she was well aware that would make things extremely messy in the future. Perhaps there had been no way to avoid this. "Everybody has the right to request a trial with valid enough reason. Your son attempting to kill another Arcanium was a valid enough reason. Had either Clove and I, and probably the old ma- Suga and Saran, as well, been informed of that, your son would've gotten the same trial and everything. We can't now since we can't exactly condemn a corpse."

It seemed there was no need to hold a trial after all, Asimov doing the work that worst outcome would've led to. Still, the whole thing was causing her head to throb a bit. His kids saw him, their father, kill one of their siblings with little remorse. Murderer or not, that really screwed with a kid's head. With those last words, he was gone, no snark coming from the new liege, who frankly had found all that tiring. "Just... go home or whatever, I guess." She'd offer half-heartedly, well aware that her uncle would do as he pleased anyways, if his actions so far were anything to go by. Whether he listened to some bratty new liege or not, it was up to him, Raeliana thought with a shrug, a sigh leaving her lips. Couldn't stop him now. Had no intention of stopping him in the first place. He probably was aware of the effect it had on Makariy, what would happen here, yet he still chose to do it. What happened was on him. There was nothing more that could be done now. Yep, this was tiring, extremely so. There was visible tenseness in her shoulders that seemed to dissipate, glad that this part was over, a paw running over her eyes. She can hear somebody saying something, the words barely caught by the woman. "It was indeed. And about half of us weren't around when Suga and Saran were first here, me included. So not a real surprise, actually." She'd been born about a year or so after their deaths, after all. "A lot of us saw them properly for the first time at the last meeting." The last meeting. Only a few months ago. So much had happened since then that it felt a hell of a lot longer than the time that had actually passed. Her paw slipped from her face, seemingly much more composed now, before she'd continue.

"Now that that's settled, funeral." It was more likely that some of the older members, their children or step-children in some cases on Saran's part, would've known the inner workings of the eccentric old man and his wife better than Raeliana did, but suggestions were welcome. "Is there anywhere specific that's important to them? Like Solaris might've been. Or a certain way they would've wanted to be laid to rest? Burial, cremation, big party..." Raeliana trailed off, carefully assessing the others' reactions for the time being.

CLOVE A.

"I feel like I was a bit too harsh back there." The kitsune let out a sigh as she contemplated this, well-aware of her own shortcoming of being a bit too much of a critic at times. Especially when she'd had no right too. There really was no pleasing her own conscience. Sit back and let things happen, guilt wracked at her for not doing too much. Step into things too much, and suddenly she felt like the tyrant her father had been in stories. And recently, she felt like she was leaning more towards the latter. Power was something she greatly feared, even if she could never say a word without mentioning why. And the only thing worse to her was divulging that horrible lineage of hers. She acknowledged the Arcanium side; especially now, since personally, the idea of a slow and public execution had rubbed her the wrong way, so condemning it, as brash as her way of speaking had been, and openly so, had felt good, even if it had been mixed with anxiety. "I don't think I'm all that ready for this, really. Dunno why those two decided to choose me instead of just you." Really, she hadn't. Clove was the more mature one, the one with her head on straighter than Rae's, and close enough to the two founders that there was little question that Clove could carry out their wishes for the family or whatever. Her aunt, Irene's sister, Rae mused for a moment, feeling a bit of a pang as she thought of her mother, was the picture of what Rae had imagined when she'd first been told the history and reputation of the Arcaniums. Pretty much royalty. She'd probably be better off going back to responsibilities where she could give Sangria and Marigold the slip if she needed to.

"Haven't seen your sisters around. Last I heard, the old- Suga was escorting one of them to the Flights or something for one reason or other." That had been the better news that the woman could offerr N, unfortunately. The fate of his parents really wasn't something she was keen to just dump on him now, clear hesitance in her eyes as she tried to figure out how to word it. Raeliana pursed her lips for a few good moments, before deciding it was best to say it now rather than later. "Your parents passed recently."

It was devastating news for just about everybody, Raeliana shifting her feet a bit as she spoke, well aware of what her words would eventually lead to, even if there was no real way to avoid it. He'd find out now or it could be dropped on him in the meeting or when the funeral rolled around, and both were not ideal.

Raeliana had never experienced the agony of missed good-byes to loved ones. Not to her mother, not to her father, though she had felt guilt at the realization that she had never said thank you to her grandparents for the help she'd received all those months ago. There was nothing to be done now, with the only way to properly repay them is to not slack off with the whole liege thing like she had with practically everything else. God forbid Sangria find out that Raeliana actually had the work ethic to get her work done, just didn't use it often. May Sangria and Marigold be relatively stable rulers for years to come, because Raeliana wouldn't touch leadership with a ten-foot pole at the moment.

The sound of the door creaking had tired eyes glancing over her shoulder, one of the feathers tucked behind her ear having come undone a while back, leaving the top of her head looking like a mess as the knight registered the younger kid at the door. There had been Arcaniums returning here, either with bad news like Makariy had, or to bad news, like in Namjoon had. Just bad news and bad news and more bad news, and Raeliana was officially the that one relative that had the honor of delivering said bad news. There was really no way that Solaris, birth clan of the family or whatever, was still the same safe haven it had probably been to Arcaniums years ago. People moved on, people were forgotten, and the Arcaniums had been one of them, with only dusty old books to remember them.

Still, the kids of the family had it rough in particular, she'd noticed, but perhaps it was just her rotten luck that she had been witness to some of the worst moments in a child's life. Considering her own moments as a teenager, she didn't really blame the kiddo for lashing out, hadn't found it much more hurtful than the situation already probably had been. Maybe she was getting too used to weathering life's worst moments.

"Yep? Careful of the glass bottles." The second part was added on as a bit of an afterthought, though her siblings and some Solarians were well-aware of the consequences of knocking over some of the bottles from her hobbies, Namjoon probably wasn't. Poisoning a relative, accident or not, was not something Rae was looking forward to handling.

Lavinia was incorrect. His royal majesty indeed deserved every word Raeliana had said. She gritted her teeth, making sure that her anger over the sheer idiocy didn't make her own paws shaky. That was the last thing she needed. The medic was sorely tempted to tell Jaymoon to pass on the message to Sangria that she'd be sending the bill for the scarf to Solarian royalty, but stayed silent for now. She had pressed it as tightly as she could around the wound, the pale blue material quickly turning dark with blood. Hardly the time to be worrying about milking Solaris of as much money for her own expenses as she could right now.

Elowen answered her own question when nobody else could, the words ringing very true for this particular situation. Thank god that he was knocked out, because even if he was awake and drunk Raeliana wouldn't let the man anywhere near the poppy seeds. "Probably right about the knife and moving him. I don't really want to touch it right now. It'll be easier to work with the herbs that the medicine guild has. Can probably work it out slowly and stop the bleeding with healing as we go if it nicked something important." She'd murmur. Probably could give him something to encourage clotting, as well. "Ready whenever you are." With that, she'd carefully lift Marigold's body up, making sure the knife wasn't dislodged, which it shouldn't be for a minute or two at the least, not with how the scarf was wrapped around the wound.

Lavinia's offer did not go unnoticed, amethyst eyes glancing towards the kid. Didn't really need her help with carrying the dumb king, considering Rae's size and Elowen's assistance. "Go get MERLOT T.M. and tell them an idiot stabbed himself." Merlot being awake by the time they got there would be great, and having Lavinia banging on the twilightstaff's door was sure to do it with that message.

Raeliana would admit, she wasn't the biggest fan of the Coven, or BlizzardClan, whatever the hell they were now. A name change couldn't change what the place was for her, a place that had shaped somewhat twisted ideals on Rae's part due to things out of the girl's control. There had been those sympathetic to her as a child, some who weren't. She hadn't wanted either of those things, pity or hatred based on things come before. The girl then had wanted to carve her own place out in BlizzardClan. In the end, she couldn't. Her father's legacy would've overshadowed whatever accomplishments she'd made there, she'd realized that really quick as a kid. There was a certain hardness in her eyes from demons that hadn't quite been properly buried the lazy expression on her face couldn't hide as she came to a stop behind Merlot, no smart words coming from the woman's lips, surprisingly enough.

She had a feeling she wasn't going to be successful with this try, but considering how she'd almost convinced Helier to the point he'd offered, Raeliana had learned not to give up on it so easily, the knight approaching with a lazy look on her face, blinking. The dude looked like he could not give two craps about anything unless a meteor was ready to squash him flat. "You have to do a dance to get in."

The words Makariy uttered caused Raeliana to raise a nonexistent eyebrow, but nosy as she was, she resisted her first thought of peering over his shoulder to read. "What's that, kiddo?" The kitsune came to a stop behind her younger cousin, amethyst eyes peering at the bird warily, well aware of what non-sentient pets were capable of. Her own little heathen of a dragon had left teeth marks on her ears that she was pretty sure was permanent.

"What're you offering me up for?" Her tone was still sleepy, having found a nice place to take a break from work she hadn't even started in the first place, which Sangria and Merlot would probably be informed of. Eventually.

The woman shrugged at Sangria's offer of either the queen or his cousin teaching Makariy to fish for his pet. If she recalled correctly, it was the one at the border, Asimov's. The realization of what might have occurred was a bit faint, but the idea that the eagle simply didn't go back home was hilarious. "I can't fish. I can teach you how to raid the kitchen, though." The kitsune finally offered. If snail kid was with her, she'd be less likely to be turned down.

"I heard my name? Sangria, I deny any accusations of wrong-" Raeliana stopped with whatever ridiculous spiel she was probably going to try and give the queen, recognizing Clove. In her experience, the only reason somebody might've known her name was because she'd done something extremely stupid as a child, a habit of claiming her innocence still clinging to her to this day. She had been a pretty troublesome kid at one point or another.

She'd thought not too long ago that while the Arcaniums had their issues, some tensions amongst family members for this or that that didn't cause too big a rift in the family, that it could've been worse. Then fate took one look at Raeliana not knocking on wood when she did think that, and decided that the best course of action was to go shake the little bottle that had been filled with their relatively peaceful lives. Suga and Saran's deaths, the whole thing with Asimov, the rest of that meeting. Fun times. Raeliana wondered what defining moment in her life was what caused her to get into the thick of things in the first place. Things seemed to be getting busier and more lively by the day, which meant less time to slack off. A yawn escaped the woman's lips as she approached, only for the pink blur that she had come to know as an excited younger cousin shoot past her, and into Clove's embrace. The kid was fast, she'd give him that.

Raeliana waited until the two were done, offering up a paw briefly in greeting to her aunt. "Hey. Hasn't been that long."

Raeliana should learn to stop being shocked at the cruelty others were capable of. Just when she'd thought that something she'd seen couldn't be topped, somebody else proves they're capable of doing far worse.

It really was a special kind of awful, Rae thought as she came upon the scene, her cousin's paws soaking in blood that didn't belong to him in his own attempts to stop the bleeding. Gash or leg, gash or leg.... Raeliana would head towards her cousin, pulling off her scarf and attempting to gently move Maka's paws away, before pressing the cloth firmly onto the gash. Gash was more important, because it was no use trying to treat a dead person's mangled leg. "Go run to the medicine guild and get MERLOT T.M. or SANGRIA . " Her voice was surprisingly steady despite the sight, tension having not made it through gritted teeth as she pressed down. Whatever the hell happened to the woman's leg was way out of her own jurisdiction, though had she taken a closer look and realized the whole bone was missing, she'd probably have just said to remove the now-useless flesh pretty much hanging off it. It was too big of an area to try to save with all the complications it'd have, and it's not like they could replace the bone itself.