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Savages | Marina and the Diamonds

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San did not understand most of the words being spoken, for the most part, since she had been freed of her prison, she was very happy. The only thing San wished now was that her garbled language was the same as the one being spoken by all of the things walking on two legs. San had never encountered anyone that was actually interested in her and she was eager to prove her worth, even if it was just scribbling leaves on paper. San held up her paper happily, her claws nearly tearing through the thin parchment. “It’s very good,” Lyra said, making those strange sounds again. “Good,” was a word that San recognized and her tail waggled happily. She turned towards the delicious smelling food Lyra had brought. Food was always good, San thought.

The monster made a sound akin to a purr when she gobbled down the tart. It was sour, but also sweet and while it confused San, she greatly enjoyed her piece. “Good!” The Monster grinned a fanged grin and turned towards Nieve, who looked as though she were going to be sick. “Wrom?” San inquired, wondering why Nieve suddenly looked green. Adonis pat her on the head, attempting to get San to still. If Nieve was confident that she would be fine, then there was no need for him to interfere. Adonis sighed, “you really only think about business, don’t you Nieve?” His expression was wistful, “you should go and enjoy your childhood, not have to work for an old hag like me.” Lyra laughed at this, then turned towards Nieve.

“I’m sure she can already sense ether,” Lyra admitted, “I can sense her’s, she must be able to tell that there’s an energy surrounding everyone and thing.” As though to respond, San whacked her hand against the table, wanting to know what they were speaking of. San wanted to learn their language so that she too, could have conversations and not just listen to their noises. “Most magical creatures can at least sense some ether, even if they aren’t all that magically inclined.” Lyra tapped a finger against her chin, wondering what Nieve was getting at. “Why? Do you want me to train her?” Her cheeks suddenly turned red, “I-I don’t think I could, I’m not a good teacher,” Lyra avoided looking at them and scratched her cheek. “I’m terrible with children, actually.”

“I’m sure we would have to find out what she has a knack for first.” Adonis’s ears twitched, he turned, returning to his desk, needing to continue his paperwork. “Erromfrru!” San chirped, she wanted to know what they were talking about, because she had a feeling that it had to do with her.



The King of the Faerie had received an urgent query from the dragon guarding the Glass Tower. In a hurry he left the Queen to attend to their duties and ventured out to the forest, wondering what had happened. An accident, was all the dragon said. When the King reached the Tower, the dragon was pawing at his eyes, one of them still bleeding. “What is it? What happened?” The King demanded, his tone threatening. “Foolish mortals broke into the Tower-“


“No, Fey, they had two humans with them,” The King stiffened. “And the girl?”


The King threw the door open, running up the spiral staircase to find the door open. The ceiling to the Glass Tower had shattered, there were books askew and the bed was unmade, it was clear some sort of a struggle happened. “No, no, no.” He looked underneath the bed and in the bathroom, but the girl was nowhere to be seen. “The Queen is going to have someone’s head for this.”