Snippet #2176782

The boom that sounded above them was the only warning Bettina got before a part of the ceiling caved it and Mortimus fell through before them. For the second time that day, Bettina found herself flinging herself and ‘Enry away from falling debris, and it was starting to make her grumpy. When she looked up, Mortimus was babbling, and there was vomit on the floor. It took her a moment to realize that it was the dragon’s.

“M-mortimus?!” Bettina choked out, greatly disturbed by the sight before her. She’s had more than her fair share of arguments with the dragon, and there were times when he infuriated her, but he had always been Mortimus, a hero that hovered like an unmovable pillar of strength. If something could reduce him to this, then it was some seriously bad mojo. The scream he admitted alone sounded like something was tearing his insides apart. Bettina was incapable of simply sitting back and watching the scene unfold, and ran to the dragon’s side as he continued to scream about doom and darkness. She was aware of others entering the room, but Bettina didn’t care to acknowledge them in that moment. ‘Enry however, replied in a panicked voice to Aquilla’s inquiry. “I don’t know! ‘E just fell!” The little cat looked close to tears as he watched Mortimus in his state.

“Hey. Mortimus! Hang on, you hear me you scaly overgrown lizard!” Bettina growled, her voiced rough with concern as she placed her hands on his face. Maybe if she tried pouring in some of her own magic, tried to cast a calming glamour…
Those thoughts were cut off so suddenly by a great pulsing shock to her body, that she couldn’t even process that thought. She was thrown back with almost violent force, and hit the ground hard, though luckily she hadn’t broken anything. Her whole body felt tense, and Bettina felt shaky, like the magic she worked to keep dormant inside her had been rocked to its core by even the limited contact she’d had with the dark force that was tormenting Mortimus’s mind. It was then, after she’d managed to stand and brace herself against a wall, and under these circumstances that a rather prim and uppity looking Fae man came flying up, offering no help but plenty of judgmental and mistrustful looks. She never trusted fae on principle, but this guy had picked the wrong time to start something with her.

“Technically that’s still in question on my part, but as his high-handedness currently insists on not letting me leave, I’m gonna go with a yes.” Bettina bit out with a condescending smile that bore quite a bit of heat. She felt something shift inside of her, like there was somehow too much magic trying to rein loose than her body could contain, which fae in origin mean the fae man’s presence did nothing to help that. Bettina groaned in pain, trying to beat it down before looking back up at the fae in question. She needed to get him to leave before she started throwing glamour all over the place, which would undoubtedly bring up uncomfortable questions with a fae. The one thing King Lufgaw and Bettina agreed upon was the desire to keep her connection to the famous Rumplestiltskin under wraps. Reaction from Fae in particular were volatile and unpredictable, and she couldn’t handle an interrogation right now.

“So if you’re done asking stupid questions there sparkles, why don’t you try doing something useful, like getting him a doctor!” Bettina gritted out while practically white knuckling the corner of the wall.