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Allura cursed under her breath as she watched the blood begin to flow down her arm and over her fingers. It dripped down onto the cool stone floor of her laboratory and she murmured, "Maybe they'll make an exception. Though knowing those two they'll just tease me instead."
In anticipation of the three women traveling to Vassalheim, Kima had suggested a week without using any magic, arcane or divine. Pike had quickly agreed, though Allura had taken some convincing, as she was more used to using her gift for everyday things.
Regretting her agreement now, the Arcanist wrapped a bit of cloth around the cut in her arm and eyed the shattered glass vial as though it had betrayed her. She made her way up the stairs and called out as she opened the basement door, "Pike, Kima, I need you."
Within moments the two women had made their way into the hall. Pike rushed to the Human's side first, "Allura, what happened? Are you alright?" She lifted her hand to the binding, "No, you're hurt."
Kima walked up just as the cleric was beginning to reach for the holy symbol she wore around her neck. The Paladin waggled a finger, "Remember, we're on a no magic week."
Allura frowned, "Surely you can make an exception. I am bleeding. One little healing spell should be allowed." She looked down into Kima's eyes as Pike clutched at the winged symbol of Sarenrae.
The Halfling shook her head, "Oh no. We made a promise to each other. Pike can treat your wound by cleaning and covering it. No magic."
Pike took Allura's hand and led her to the kitchen, where she began to do just that. The wizard let out a heavy sigh, "But it will leave a scar."
The Halfling and the Gnome exchanged a look. Each bore a quite distinct facial scar. Kima gazed up at the Arcanist and arched an eyebrow, "And what, dare I ask, miss longshanks, is wrong with a scar?"
Allura cradled her arm as Pike finished bandaging it. She looked down to Kima's grim expression, "You know what I mean."
The paladin made a sound in the back of her throat, and she traced a finger along the scar that bisected her right eye. "This," she said, is a badge of honor. I bear it proudly. Pike does too, don't you, sweetie?"
Pike nodded, her eyes twinkling, "Oh, definitely, but that's the only one that shows. I've got lots more." Without warning, the Gnome tugged her breeches down and stepped out of them. She pointed to the back of her right leg, "Bandit arrow."
Kima snorted, "Pssh. That's nothing. She pulled her tunic off over her head and tugged her hair aside to reveal a mark on her upper back, "Wyvern sting. That was a rough one."
Allura shook her head, though she couldn't help but smile as her two lovers compared wounds. Her eyes widened as she came to a sudden realization. "By the gods, I have a type."
By this point, Pike was fully undressed and pointing to a vicious mark just beneath her sternum, "That's where Grog got me with Craven Edge, to save himself from a magical vortex." The cleric was grinning until she added, "And the one around my waist is from when I..."
"When I died..."
At this, both Kima and Allura wrapped the Gnome in a tight hug and kissed her over and over. The wizard held up her arm, showing off the bandage, "I will bear this scar proudly, then. As a reminder that I'm alive because of my battle maidens."
Kima kissed Pike once more, then looked to Allura, "How did you cut yourself, anyway, Allie?"
The Arcanist blushed deeply and glanced to the side, murmuring something just too low to make out.
The Halfling tsked and tilted her head just a little, "Allie?"
Allura stood up straight and put her hands on her hips, "I was making a potion and dropped a beaker, if you must know. There you have it."
Kima rolled her eyes, "Of course. Alchemy. During a week when we're Not. Doing. Magic." She looked up at the wizard and grinned, "You're lucky I love you."
Bending down to embrace the two smaller women once again, Allura nodded, "I know I am. So very lucky."