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A room filled with all sorts of weapons for training your shadowhunter skills.

Christian walked in and picked up a dagger. He flipped it a couple times to test the weight of it. He put it down and picked up a different one.

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Checking to make sure that no one was in the training room, Eirlys walked in. She had never been able admit to anyone that she trained in her spare time, or that she had spare time at all with all the traveling she did. She was wearing guys' clothes since dresses were quite impractical, and didn't really feel self conscious about it like some women. She didn't care much for looks, never had. Then she pulled out a couple of a her quills. They weren't real quills of course. Once she pulled the covers off them instead of the normal point it was revealed they had small but sharp blades. Eirlys had come up with the design herself, then she had asked a close friend to secretly make them. She never told them that she planned to use them herself though.

[gtg for real. bye]

Dominic walked in and raised a brow seeing Eirlys. Curious he crossed the room and walked up behind her, "What are you doing here, Miss Eirlys?" HE asked softly. His breath brushed against her ear, not that he was making a move on her, but seeing as he was bent over her shoulder slightly just to see what she had in her hands. "Quills?" He asked shaking his head slightly and giving her a look that clearly asked for her to explain how on earth she planned to kill a demon with quills.

(Aw, bye)
Eirlys jumped, startled. She cursed at herself mentally for being so careless. "I would like to point out that these are wooden, not feathers," she said, meaning that they weren't totally useless against a vampire. She wasn't sure if he had seen the blades and made a clumsy attempt to hide them in which she ended up cutting herself and dropping the three quills. Then she muttered what sounded like a curse in Russian, and pressed the fabric of her sleeve against the wound.

Dominic tuttered and bending down picked up the quills. Seeing a pocket in her trousers he slid them in he pocket and then tsked his tongue at her treatment for her cut. "Do they teach you nothing at other institutes?" he asked taking her sleeve away from the wound. Without further warning he sweeped her up into his arms and carried her over to a table with daggers laying on it. Moving the daggers aside he sat her on the table and then looked at the wound, his dark eyes assessig it carefully.

At first glance the wound might not seem so bad, but upon closer examination you would realize that it was dangerously close to an important artery. At first Eirlys refused to look at it and was too shocked to speak, but after a few moments the pain was just too much and she looked. As soon as she did she simply fainted, her last thought was how much she hated herself for being such a wimp. It wasn't completely her fear of blood that made her faint though, she had lost quite a bit of it too...

Dominic frowned and whistling sharply at a servant watched as the nurse-servant began to patch up the girl. "How you've survived so long is a mystery to me...." he muttered as he watched her unconsious form, her eye lids fluttering in her sleep.

A servant came into the room "Master Dominic? There's a letter her for you from the high warlock"

Eirlys looked quite beautiful unconscious. Her hair was lying in a way that seemed to make her look like she was simply taking a peaceful nap and her face had a serene look for once. Usually she constantly fretting. She was slightly pale though from bloodloss...

Dominic turned towards the servant, "Oh? Hmmm. Bring it here." he held out his han for the letter and taking it opened it up. Pulling ou the letter his eyes scanned over the script written upon it.

Dear Mr. Dominic,
I have to say that I have been rather lonely lately. and I suppose that you really don't have any concern for that...but I felt comforted by writing this anyways. A young warlock stopped by my home-- I'm teaching him magic-- but the more I help the more I feel completely drained. I've had several nose bleedings lately and I'm not exactly sure why. I hope you are faring well Mr. Dominic. I do look forward to seeing you again.
Completely and sincerely,
Rebekah Forbes

Dominic sighed, and shook his head. "Send me a letter at Miss Forbes house when she awakens." he told the servant and then taking his coat left for the High Warlock's residence.

Eirlys stayed unconscious for quite a long time, longer than it was healthy to be. Normally that much blood loss would probably only keep someone under for an hour before they started to wake up a bit, but Eirlys didn't seem to be a normal case. It was three hours when her eyes fluttered open and then she only stayed conscious for a handful of seconds...

Christian walked in and put a glass of water next to her. He checked her pulse and temperature, to make sure she would be okay. Christian didn't know why Dominic had left, but he would make sure Eirlys was up when he got back. He'd asked around and apparently, she didn't like blood, so he made sure that when she did get up, there wouldn't be any. He also lit a candle, because that's what his mom used to do when someone was sick.