"No!" Airmid answered. "From what we have learned over time when they were using our Magic to enhance their own, our Father sold or gave us to the Mas...er here. We have never been sure of which it was!" Airmid told me, and I could see the tears start down her face."You don't remember that?" I asked, as I still had vivid memories from when I was three."No, we barely remember being that young. All that we remember is being held by someone who kept us warm, fed, and loved. We think it was our. " The truth was she had suspected for some time that something was amiss. She was incredibly neurotic and almost OCD about things. She had known right away that her drawers had been gone through. Even tried to convince herself that the things gone missing were just her suspicious nature taking the front seat. But she knew. She had convinced herself that he was just curious. But she had been wrong. She knocked on the door. He replied immediately "Come in, I guess, I might need some help." Her. It?s true value, though, was in its provenance. Reputedly, the gown had been the favorite of a powerful, and often malevolent witch who had alternately terrorized and inexplicably assisted the peasantry around her estate. The Countess Isobel de Laque had even been rumored to have closer ties to hell than mere magical bargains. Her own peasantry whispered that her father had really been a demon summoned by her Mother, the previous Countess, to get a child so her husband would not throw her over. But afterclass, they would call me by my first name and I wouldcall them by theirs. Pretty soon, the awkwardness ofsuch familiarity wore off, and we became good friends.Sometimes the four of us would go out together; othertimes just two or three of us would eat, pack a picnicor see a movie together. Kyong was the oldest, a very slender and tall woman 24years old, with long black hair that turned aglittering blue in the sun. She was kind of the dormmother for the other young women. She rarely.