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"Twill be their loss in tha end," Aislynn pointed out. She kept her ears open as she spoke with Moira, listening, in part, to the other conversations going on around them. The banshee looked around, taking note of who was around her. In a single motion, she slipped a small pouch out of a hidden pocket in her costume and tossed it into the fire. Her action was rewarded with a pop as the fire exploded skyward, spewing flames of a sickly green shade and enough smoke to mask a good bit of the crowd. With such cover, Aislynn took her leave of Moira.

At the edge of the clearing, opposite where Shee and Eponine sat, Aislynn untethered the black mare she'd readied for the night. On Samhain, there could be no better symbolism for the actions than the mare. After all, the Pooka abducted people often after nightfall. Mounting in a fluid motion, she spurred the mare into a gallop. Horse and rider burst through the fire in a single leap, adding to the illusion and headed straight for Shee and Eponine. The training that the mare had been given proved true as they came to an abrupt stop right before Shee and Eponine.

"Lass, you're coming wi' me," Aislynn stated simply. She leaned down to pull Shee up into the saddle. "And nae, ye have no choice."

Eponine's rare peaceful attitude disappeared like an Angel down a rabbit hole.

"Who are you?"" she said in a mixture of anxiety and hostility, voice rising in pitch as it continued to answer its own question in its own way. "Y-you're that monster! Back at the bonfire! What do you want with Miss Shee?"" Jumping up in front of Shee, she assembled her limbs in correct stance, ready to protect her employee - and friend? - to the destruction.

The fatal mistake was indirectly Estrelas' fault. Eponine winced as the sound of her friend's shrill screech rang through her artificial ears, taking her attention of the opponent and causing her arms to droop slightly, relaxing. The hope was that either Aislynn truly meant no harm, or didn't notice the blunder.

Samantha coughed through the smoke, and had to laugh at Estrelas' exclimation of damnation and marshmellows. "It has nothing to do with the marshmellows," she said sternly, having always been calm durring a crisis. "Someone dropped something in the fire to make it smoke up like that. So it's not the devil either. Settle down everyone, goodness," she said with a blink of her wide golden eyes.

"Monster?" Aislynn laughed at the claim. "Nae." She pulled back on the mare's reins, and the horse responded by rearing. "Continue to stand in my way, lass, and I'll be your worst nightmare.

"Now move," she snapped, reaching down to force Eponine out of the way. Any obstacles to her goal would be removed.

Estrelas heard Eponine scream.

"ESTRELAS! MISTER WRAITH! ANYONE!" Her ears pricked up.

Eponine was in trouble! And with Eponine- Shee!

For a moment, she stood still- who would ever want to hurt the two ladies? Sweet ladies they were, like angels almost, God himself would envy them for his ranks of enlightened souls... She couldn't place her finger on exactly what they represented to her.... She held Angel close to her body and hurtled quickly, her childhood filled of romps through the wood guiding her past trees and branches- err.. People. But then some foot snuck upon her front...

Crash! Estrelas slid on her knees forward, her abdominal muscles screaming in protest as she fought to keep her upper body and Angel away from the grass. The fishnet stockings ripped as the Portugese woman skidded forward, only to leap up and run to Shee and Eponine.

The banshee. She snarled- Wraith had lied, it WAS a monster!

"Permaneça onde você são, o monster, os deixou sozinho, wrath- do deus outro da cara-" She stopped as she realized she spoke in Portugese. She didn't know how to say it in English, but her experience with horses taught her something...

Lunging forward, she flashed her hand out and in an attempt to slap the mare as hard as she could on the nose and her leg to kick it square in the chest. Okay, so maybe it only worked with Portugese farmhorses, but she could hope...

Aislynn swore, and colorfully. This was not at all going as planned, and now she had two different girls trying to spook the mare. She was sure that their intentions were to get the horse to toss her, and she would be sorry to disappoint. It wasn't going to happen; the banshee wasn't going to let it.

The horse reared; there was no way Aislynn would have been able to stop the mare from doing so. However, rather than allowing the action to hinder her, she used it to her advantage. She chucked a packet of herbs at the ground, blended with the specific purpose of exploding. The packet served its purpose, casting a heavily scented smoke into the air. The smoke, like that which she had created in the bonfire, was meant to serve as a distraction

In the cover of the smoke, Aislynn brought the mare back under control and guided it away from Estrelas and Eponine. It seemed like there was only going to be one more shot at this and Aislynn was going to take it.

Letting out a cry that sounded like a banshee's wail. Aislynn spurred the horse forward and snatched up Shee as she passed. There would be no waiting around this time. Prize in hand, she urged the mare into a gallop. It was far wiser to be beyond their sight when the smoke cleared.

Eponine whirled wildly around in panic, smoke burning against her eyes and blanketing her vision.

This couldn't be happening!

"Miss Shee! Miss Shee!" she cried out desperately, coughing between shouts as she tried in a futile attempt to see past the shroud. "SHEE!"

Oh gods, Wraith was going to kill her.

Eponine stared with disgust at her hands. Useless! She was useless unless someone hit her first. Her power was in her defensive mechanism, but it had to be activated first. Perhaps she should have provoked the woman instead of the horse; even a feeble punch might have ensued an attack, and letting Eponine unleash full wrath.

But too late for ifs.

"SHEE!" she screamed one more time, gagging at the heavy scent laden throughout the smoke, completely rendering her senses useless.

Useless.