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She knew, with the power of premonition, that something was wrong the second she set eyes on Ezekiel.
Perhaps it was something in his posture - Stiff, tense, as if poised for something. Maybe it was the grim line of his maw, the strange absence of the smile she had so come to adore. Or rather, maybe it was the way that Nana tossed her head in an agitated manner and rolled her lovely brown eyes, side-stepping skittishly until Alaine settled her with a squeeze of the thighs.
Excitement drained from her limbs, replaced by that hateful feeling of anxiety. Something was wrong.
After a heartbeat, he spoke. The feeling of wrongness increased as she listened to the tone of his voice - deadpan and mechanical. Floppy ears flicked back and forth uncertainly. Her pupil's arm was bandaged, but he didn't seem to be particularly suffering of anything else - Gabriel. The tense knot of worry within her tightened. "Ezekiel," She guided Nana forward to close the space between them, and dismounted neatly. "Are you hurt? Gabe- What is wrong?" She should have known, when it had taken so long for him to return to her; There must have been a disaster, a horrible problem. Oh, Gabriel...
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