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Glory

She kept a low profile, keeping to herself as much as possible, and put on several dramatic acts of stereotypical RainWing idiocy, hoping to seem as innocent and unthreatening as was possible.

Two days after her run-in with Ginger, she was told that it was his command that she visit Deathbringer and patch him up again.

Two parts of this bothered her.

One, was the word 'again," and the other was that apparently now she was a servant who did as Ginger 'commanded' her to do.

She answered to him all the same, and when the door to Deathbringer's cell was opened and she was shooed inside, she couldn't say she was so much agitated as she was relieved.

There was a moment of alarm, when she first saw him, the cuts littering his face and his upper body, the dried blood caking his skin and the heavy rasp of his breathing, all worse than when she had last seen him.

"When did this happen to you?" she whispered, kneeling beside him and taking out some bandages. 

"Two days ago." He winced when she tried to apply a soothing cream to a particularly vicious cut on his cheek.

"It's a message." She realized aloud. "A threat. To me."

"I'm a prisoner. He can beat me up when he wants." Deathbringer attempted a nonchalant shrug but broke it off with soft hiss of discomfort. "Damn." He said breathlessly. "I think it's dislocated, can you-"

He let out a small exclamation of pain as she shoved his shoulder back into place, then he leaned his head back against the wall and laughed. It was a terrible laugh, not for lack of humor but because Glory knew it was a shadow. A mere shell of what it had been before.

"You don't waste time, do you?" He drew a hand over her brow, wiping away the perspiration.

"What has he been doing to you?" Glory asked him. There was a gourd of water hanging from her belt, and she gave it to him.

When he took the water, but didn't answer the question, she asked another. "Did Sarai do it?"

"The berserk SandWing? No." He swallowed a mouthful of water, the poured some over his hands and ran them over his face and through his hair.

"Actually, I haven't seen him for a while." 

"There's something," Glory bit her lip uncertainly, "something I think that could turn the tables. I don't know that I'm right, but if I am, it might very well be the weapon we need to destroy this place once and for all."

"Really?" He tipped his head forwards again, looking properly alive for the first time since she had first seen him. "Tell me." He said eagerly.

"I think," Glory began putting away her medicinal supplies, taking as long as she could as an excuse for more time.

"I think that Velvet-well, I thought she was dead. He thinks she's dead, but I have reason to believe that she's actually alive."

"Alive?" Deathbringer's eyes were full of an excited light. He relaxed into a comfortable reclining position, smoothing his forefinger over the round mouth of the water gourd.

"Where is she?" he asked.

Glory felt a hot flush crawl its way up her neck when she realized the truth. That she had never remembered to ask.

"Uh, my information source wasn't really in the best condition. I couldn't get much out of him."

It wasn't a lie, but it wasn't a full truth either, and she knew, even as it slipped from between her lips that Deathbringer could see right through her.

He pretended to be oblivious however and narrowed his eyes in a thoughtful manner.

"She's here though, in this place?"

"Yes." Glory was relieved to answer a question that bore no shame with it. "Yes, she's here. If it is her, that is."

Deathbringer sighed. "I may know someone who can help us. Two someone's."

"Who are they?" Glory was made aware of the distant pound of footsteps echoing on the stairs above them. "Hurry." She urged.

"Their names are Thunder and Moonflower, I grew up with them."

"Where are they?" Glory stood up. 

"Send a message requesting help with our problem to this residence, be sure to mention my name." 

Deathbringer took Glory's hand, and she felt something wet and cold on the inside of her arm. When she looked down she saw an address written across her skin, glittering dark and red in the gloom of the room.

Key's were scraping against the lock.

"I have to go," Glory whispered.

"One more thing." Deathbringer's hands found her waist. She felt one of his fingers slid underneath the rim of her belt. "What are you doing?" She hissed.

"There." He let go. "I was told it might do me good one day, but I think we both know that it's through your hands that most of the good happens. Maybe you'll make more of it than I did. If not, let it be a token of luck."

"What-"

"Thank you, for your assistance, I feel much better." His words were loud and solemn but his eyes were gentle and smiling.

The door had opened and she was being led out by two burley MudWings.
She pulled her sleeves further down her arms and let them march her out.

They accompanied her all the way to her room, and even when the door was closed, she wasn't at all sure that they weren't standing guard.

The sinking of the sun spoke to her of the late hour, though adrenaline and frustration kept sleep at bay.

She threw off her cloak, and brought her hands around to undo her belt. That was when something fell to the floor. Something small, smooth and silver.

She picked it up and held it out to catch the last rays of sunlight that painted themselves inside her room.

"What is this?" She asked.

The sunset was red. Nearly as red as the blood painted in quick, nearly unintelligible letters written across her arm.

Cinnamon Cove.   

She might have been concerned with how easy it was to send the letter, if she hadn't been so relieved that it worked.

When she opened the door, the MudWings were gone. Even still, she retreated back into her room, to the window and whistled one sorrowful, three note tune.

She didn't have to wait long. A Delver Bird landed on the windowsill less than three minutes later, and she tied the letter, written on the back of a page torn from a useless, and as it turned out not so useless romance novel she found in the room, with string to the grey bird's skinny little leg, then sent it off.

Please work. She prayed. Please, please work.

Elsewhere.

The black haired woman tucked a strand of color behind her ear as she untied the scrap of parchment from the birds leg.

"Moonflower," she laughed aloud as she read it, then handed it to the another woman, a girl with darker skin, and hair that fell down her back in a waterfall of black waves.

"Oh! How terrible!" The woman gasped. 

"I know, right? Looks like he has a lady friend."

"You're a goose, Thunder. It looks like he's gotten himself in some trouble."

"Oh, that." Thunder smirked. She bent over to read the letter in the other's hands again. "What do you say," she tapped a finger along the smooth blade of a sword hanging casually against her thigh. "Shall we help our brother in his time of need?"

"We'll help him." The other, Moonflower told her sternly. "Of course we'll help. It's been a while since we've had any fun after all."

"Excellent." Thunder snatched the letter and peered at its contents a little more closely.

"Looks like a spy mission." She said, then scowled. "They haven't given us much room for guesswork." She said sarcastically. "First we have to find this place Deathy's apparently been taken prisoner, then we have to figure out where this other prisoner is, someone named Velvet, ladi da, ladi da, ladi da, burn across her chest, another scar across her stomach, blue eyes, long hair, oh and of course." 

She let the letter drop to the floor and rolled her eyes. "There's a bunch of super villains we have to look out for."

"You still up for it?" Moonflower asked.

"Just let me grab my breast plate." Thunder grinned. "And you, better put on that rigged corset you bought the other day. It looks like we're going to be dealing with some beasts."

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