"If you're not mad enough to bare-knuckle box, you're not mad at all."
-Red Foreman

((OOC: I apologize ahead of time for the sappy sap-fest that will most likely take place in this post. What can I say? Ishack, you handed me the reigns! BTW, the quote doesn't have much to do with the post.))

Vera and Pedro had rushed through the apple orchard towards where the crash had come from. Vera only hoped that Myrtle hadn't broken any bones -- they'd already been delayed once when Myrtle sprained her ankle a few days into their journey. (Vera had warned her that jumping in murky brown puddles wasn't be a good idea. Had Myrtle listened? No.)

Soon enough they found Myrtle...along with Tanngnjóstr, a pale young woman, a dying snowman and -- Vera's breath caught in her chest. The shock of seeing Kyrus here left her momentarily stunned. For one eternal second, as they held each other's gaze, unspoken feelings of loathing, longing, betrayal, hurt and deep mistrust flew between them.

The moment only lasted for a split second, thgouh, and in the next instant she regained her wits. She couldn't let her history with Kyrus distract her from her job -- that was how he had escaped last time. He was staring at her in awe; she had the upper hand now.

In an instant, she had channeled a powerful freezing charm in his direction; it hit him squarely in the chest, and the force of it knocked him over. She was left breathless for a moment: she hadn't meant to send the spell so forcefully, but the flare of emotion at the sighte of him had gotten her carried away. She carefully suppressed any other wayward feelings before approaching him.

((OOC: Arrrggg. This is so horribly awful, I can't continue. I tried some dialogue. It was crap. Please, someone take over. Feel free to add in the promised sap that I only partially got to. Maybe I'll fix this post in a little bit, if that's better...))