News|Clan Fira, Naurorod

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Inside her hut, Tres paces up and down beside the bed, looking shocked. Sitting on the bed, Gemma doesn't look much better, but she's trying.

"Mum, calm down," she instructs Tres. Just then Tavin and Tavia enter Tres' bedroom, Tavia forcing a mug of pepermint tea into Tres' hand and forcefully ordering her sister to sit down.

"Gems is right," she scolds. "You'll do no good getting worked up like this."

"I thought... I thought I'd just gained a little weight," Tres murmurs, looking down at her slightly swollen abdomen. Tavia chuckles.

"Been there, done that," she replies lightly. "Tavin, make yourself useful please." Tavin nods.

~Thelon? I think you need to come see Tres. Now.~

[Kender Bard]

Thelon was only a heartbeat in coming. The Mind leader looked a little moused and frazzled, however. Tavin had caught Thelon as he was washing up at home, so his hair was still sopping wet.

"What is it?" he asked, looking at Tres in concern, as well as all of her family.

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"Thelon, I... Well..." Tavia reaches out and takes her sister's hand, giving her a reassuring smile.

"Don't be so nervous, Tres, it doesn't suit you," she teases. Tres scowls slightly at her sister then looks at her husband, her confidence restored.

"Well little Libre isn't going to be the youngest of the family anymore, Thelon," she annouces. "I'm pregant."

[Kender Bard]

Thelon blinked at that, but he wasn't the type of man to just go into shock or a fit at such news. In a moment, he was beaming radiantly, coming to take Tres's hands in his own. "Tres, what's wonderful news! Unexpected, but very pleasing. I can't begin to tell you how happy I am!" He turned to a look of concern. "Is there anything you need right now? Anything I can do? I can get some people to work on building a nursery in my home immediately if you wish."

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"That sounds like a fine idea," Tres agrees with a smile, although privately hoping Thelon isn't getting any ideas about her moving away from Fira. She couldn't do that, even if she wanted too. "When do you think we should tell Libre he's going to have a brother or sister?

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"Oh, immediately," Thelon enthused. "I'll go get him right now!"

The Mind touched one of his signs and went to teleport. Instead, it appeared he only paused, then frowned. "That's odd." He touched another sign and it was much the same. Looking acutely embarrassed, he brought his signs together and murmured under his breath, to no avail; leaving him looking very much afraid - a strange expression on the normally confident Leader's face.

"I can't teleport," he said flatly.

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Tavin blinks, then touches his own sign and chanting softly... to about as much effect as Thelon. "I can't either," he states, frowning. Gemma and Tres exchange looks.

"So it's not just Fires who are affected," Gemma mutters.

"I'm sorry Thelon," Tres murmurs. "I didn't think." Quietly, her pleasure at her news fading into concern, Tres explains of a strange black beast that appeared in Naurorod, tearing apart a clan and having an odd effect on the abilities of the fires.

[Kender Bard]

Thelon looks even more concerned at this. "Then we need to get you out of here, don't we? We can travel by foot then." He continues to mutter plans. "Once you and Gemma are somewhere safe, we can try to get in touch with some Minds whose powers still work, and warn Sensatia about this. We could shelter your clan and our warriors could combine to see just what this thing is and how it can be stopped."

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Tres' eyes narrow slightly and Tavia and Tavin instantly step back, Tavin giving the Mind leader a pitying glance. "Thelon," Tres begins slowly. "I'm sure I didn't just hear you suggest I leave my clan because we're having a small problem." Both Tres and Gemma are the very picture of insulted Fire-type pride.

[Kender Bard]

Thelon paused, blinked slowly, and let his mind shift down a fear gears before steam started to come out of his ears. The little part of his brain delegated to common sense had a chance to be heard finally.

"Oh, er, well," Thelon stammered, "I suppose I might be overestimating the situation, my dear." He frowned and tried to gather his injured dignity back together. "You did say it is wreaking considerable havoc, and I didn't mean just you two ladies. I think if the wyrm you speak of has this kind of ability to negate powers, and is as damaging as you claim, it might be prudent to keep everyone but the warriors as far away as possible."

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"Getting rid of Clan Flare hardly counts as wreaking havoc," Gemma mutters, her eyes glinting with dark amusement. Tres scowls at her daughter.

"Gemma!" she scolds, then turns her attention back to her husband, looking thoughtful. "It certainly wouldn't hurt to send the children to safety, and the older members of the clan, although I can't be sure how many adults we'll be able to convince to leave. Damien certainly won't, and I already sent out some warriors to support Clan Pyre's attempt to deal with the beast, which will only make people more reluctent to leave. Fira's probably the farest away from where it was seen as well. We've never seen eye to eye with Clan Flare..."

"That's putting it lightly," Gemma mutters.

[Kender Bard]

Thelon released his breath and gave a slight nod. "Well, I suppose that's pretty good considering what I'm asking for you. You get your people organized, my dear, and I'll be thinking of what to do with them. I'd say I hoped they didn't mind a long walk, but then, these are the hardy Fires I'm talking about." He smiled, hoping his weak joke was enough to put some good humor back in his wife and stepdaughter.

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Tres laughs while Gemma rolls her eyes, but both Fires' tempers are cooling. "Gemma dear, run and round up the scouts. Tavin, Tavia, can you watch over the children while I speak to their parents?"

"Of course," Tavin replies, walking off with his wife to do just that while Gemma runs off to find the scouts. Tres smiles at her husband.

"As for you, just relax for awhile while I get my work done. Go chat with Damien if you want, he could use the distraction and you can pass on the good news for me." After a quick kiss, Tres hurries off to her duties.