Fiona is the oldest of seven kids, and helped her mum raise her brothers and sister. She touches each of them on the head with a gentle hand, tipping their faces up to the light.
She catches the eye of the oldest and gives him a smile and a tiny wink. The light in his eyes does her heart a world of good.
She grabs him by the chin and snaps, "Open." He obliges her, and she peers into his mouth, tipping his head to one side and the other. The other kids get a similar once over, the girl almost in tears at the treatment.
She pulls their hands up to examine them, and tries to give a little reassuring squeeze, but the girl isn't having any of it. The older boy touches her on the shoulder and pulls her back.
"Yeah, I guess they'll do." She turns back to Eulogy with an edged look on her face. "How much?"
It's taking every ounce of willpower she has not to rip the man's throat out with her bare hands. But they're still wearing their collars, and she doesn't have backup.
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Date: 2010-10-24 04:07 am (UTC)She catches the eye of the oldest and gives him a smile and a tiny wink. The light in his eyes does her heart a world of good.
She grabs him by the chin and snaps, "Open." He obliges her, and she peers into his mouth, tipping his head to one side and the other. The other kids get a similar once over, the girl almost in tears at the treatment.
She pulls their hands up to examine them, and tries to give a little reassuring squeeze, but the girl isn't having any of it. The older boy touches her on the shoulder and pulls her back.
"Yeah, I guess they'll do." She turns back to Eulogy with an edged look on her face. "How much?"
It's taking every ounce of willpower she has not to rip the man's throat out with her bare hands. But they're still wearing their collars, and she doesn't have backup.
Still, it's a damned close thing.