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thewatchau · 2 years

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Fae Hunt Chapter 6

Jon Quillian belongs to @marginmaster87, Morgana belongs to @shamrockace, Green belongs to @autumnleafauthor, and surprise guest Nurse Dawn belongs to @dawnstar13 who possibly forgot that she was in this!

Bard's Note: AND NO ONE FORGET TO THANK @theshapeshifter100!!!

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“Well, so how long do you guys think we should wait before heading out?” Jon asked. “I’ll need at least another day to finish my sword…”

“Well,” Ivy paused, partially because she thought he’d finished the sword, and also struck with the realisation that… this was happening. After months of preparation, this was going to happen. “We could probably leave after your sword’s done.”

“Take your time with your weapons,” Green assured. “Maybe I can go over the maps again of the few pathed areas?”

“Not a bad idea.”

“So… the day after tomorrow?” Jon confirmed.

“That sounds pretty good. Plenty of time to go over all our notes again,” Ivy would need all of the help she could get with this enchantment.

“Good by me,” added Green.

“I’ve got everything I need prepared so I’ll be ready to go whenever, but that works too,” Morgana nodded.

“Want to help me with the maps, Morgana?” Green turned to the mage. “It’ll be good if we both study them in case we lose them, two brains might remember more.”

“Alright!” Jon stood up, interrupting. “It was great to meet you all, but I have to get back to work. See you at the gates, day after tomorrow!”

“See you!” Green called.

“Oh yeah, sure!” Morgana said in response to Green before turning to look after Jon. “And bye!”

“Come find me when you want it enchanted!” Ivy called after him as he waved goodbye and headed back to the forge. “And then there were three,” she commented. “Well, four,” she looked down at Eamon, “hi again boy.”

Eamon softly woofed in greeting.

“Good boy,” Ivy ruffled his head. “Otto’s gone outside now so you’re safe from him.”

“I really need a familiar…” Green mumbled under her breath.

“A caterpillar?” Ivy asked with a stupid grin.

“You make ONE JOKE!”

“If you find one, I can help with the official stuff because I can speak to animals,” Morgana offered, not really getting the inside joke.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Green giggled, while Ivy doubled over her stew bowl in silent laughter.

Green kicked Ivy’s shin under the table. “Shut up!”

This did not, in fact, make Ivy shut up, she just started making snorting noises as she began breathing in too quickly from silent laughter.

Green groaned and hid her face in her hands. “And this is what I get for offering my help…”

Ivy struggled to control herself, regularly breaking into fits of giggles even when she thought she’d recovered. “So-sorry!”

Morgana shook her head in bemusement and nibbled on her buttered bread and jerky, occasionally offering a few pieces of jerky to Eamon.

“You know what? I’ll see that we get some supplies before heading off.” Green deliberately ignored Ivy still chuckling away. “I’ve already eaten anyways. Where’s your Infirmary?”

Morgana half winced at the mention of the Infirmary, which Ivy noticed.

“You okay there, Morgana?”

“Hmm?” she glanced towards Ivy, surprised at the perception. “Oh uh, yeah. I’m fine,” she offered her most convincing fake smile.

“Okaaay,” Ivy was entirely convinced, but turned back to Green, using her fingers to make her point. “So the infirmary’s out the door, down the corridor, turn left and keep going until the smell of herbs and clean linen overwhelms you.”

“Aaalright,” Green dragged out the word as she tidied up her luggage, then only picked up her satchel before making her way towards the door. “Mind keeping an eye on my bag?”

“Can do,” Ivy and Morgana continued to eat.

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Green followed the directions, and soon found her way to the right door.

“Hello?” she asked, stopping in the doorway.

“One minute!” there was movement at the back as the nurse present finished making one of the beds. She was short, about the same height as Ivy give or take, with brown hair partially hidden under a white cap.

She was quickly finished, standing up straight and dusting her hands off before approaching Green. “Can I help you?”

“I’m hoping to get some travel supplies. We don’t know how long we’ll be gone, we might need something for emergencies,” she held out her hand. “I’m Green.”

“Dawn,” the nurse shook her hand. “I can definitely prepare some travel herbs and medicine. Where are you headed?”

“Well, hard to say. Somewhere in the Western Forest…”

“Hmmm,” Dawn didn’t seem concerned by this. “Let me see what I can do,” she moved to a workspace pushed into the corner of the infirmary and started to examine the hanging herbs. “What brings you to Fort Stiofán then? Just passing through?”

“No, we’re meeting with our group of travellers. We’ll spend this day and tomorrow preparing and then make our way to the forest.” Green grinned sheepishly. “Well, now that I think of it, I am just passing through, aren’t I?”

Dawn chuckled. “I suppose. From where did you come?”

“I’m a music teacher and storyteller from Noefrach, but I’ve been travelling the kingdom for a few months now. Is this a permanent assignment for you?”

“Me?” Dawn was starting to grind herbs. “More of a permanent volunteer position. I came here after… the second Enemy attack.”

“Ah, I see. So, what are you making me?” Green sauntered forwards, trying to get a glimpse of Dawn’s work at the table.

“A simple salve to help with wounds and stave off infection. Also echinacea for flu symptoms… feverfew for fevers… Just the basics.”

“Hhm, good. To be honest, I was never all that good with nature. I can make an instrument out of plants, but not medicine!”

Dawn smiled. “My parents taught me most of it.”

“Hmm,” a sad smile crossed Green’s lips. “My parents wanted me to be a doctor, but I guess your parent’s teaching methods were more successful than theirs.”

“Hm. We all have our own way to make in the world. The king is an example of that,” Dawn wrapped the herbs in several bundles.

“Very true!” Green glanced at the herbs. “To be honest, now that we’re actually going there, I am a little nervous. Have you ever been to the Western Forest?”

“No… I grew up near Fionport before it was Fionport - working in the sanitariums with my family. Came here after everything started.”

“It can be a truly enchanting place, but only if you know where you are and how to get back home…”

“Oh, I can be hopeless with directions.”

“Well then, be glad you haven’t recently decided to embark on a suicide mission, as I have,” Green let out a nervous chuckle.

“You aren’t going alone I hope-?” Dawn looked up from her work.

“No, not at all! That would be… good lords, I won’t even think about that! As far as I know, I’ll be accompanied by Ivy Paris, Morgana Sprewraith and Jon Quillan. I don’t think anyone else is joining us,”- certainly not this late anyway, Green added in thought

“You are among good company, then.”

“That I am. I just hope I’ll still be when I come back.”

Dawn smiled and handed Green the bundles of herbs and the new medicines. “Follow your instinct and you will be successful. That’s what Father used to say anyway.”

“Thanks for all your help!” Green beamed at Dawn before leaving the infirmary.

#House Schneeplestein #submission #Fae Hunt #August 1614 #Tales from the Watch #Ivy Paris #Jon Quillan #Morgana Spewraith #Dawn Elizabeth Hatch #Autumn Green

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𝓛𝓪 𝓢𝓸𝓻𝓫𝓸𝓷𝓷𝓮

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Père Lachaise Cemetery, Paris

#cemetery #graveyard #cemeteries #tombs #tomb #architecture #mausoleum #ivy #paris #france #taphophilia #taphophile #original photography #photography #photographers on tumblr #lensblr #wanderingjana

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#beyoncé #beyonce #blue ivy #renaissance world tour #renaissance #rwt #rwt 2023 #paris #may 2023

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Happy Halloween 🦇

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pazzesco · 7 months

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The Great Binge: The Drug-Fuelled “Belle Epoque”

The Belle Époque or La Belle Époque; French for "Beautiful Epoch" is a period of history, usually considered to begin around 1871–1880 and to end with the outbreak of World War I in 1914. It was a period characterized by optimism, peace, economic prosperity, colonial expansion, and technological, scientific, and cultural innovations. In this era of France's cultural and artistic climate (particularly within Paris), the arts markedly flourished, and numerous masterpieces of literature, music, theatre, and visual art gained extensive recognition.

The Bar At Maxim's, Vintage Artwork By Pierre-Victor Galland

The Great Binge refers to the same period spanning 1870 to 1914 in North America. It was coined by modern historian Gradus Protus van der Belt to describe a time when drugs like cocaine, heroin, opium, absinthe, laudanum, and many more were freely available not just from your local pharmacy, tobaconists or the neighbourhood bar, but also from the barbershop, the stationers, and even confectioners.

Morphine by Albert Matignon - 1905

Georges Moreau de Tours - Les Morphinees The Morphine Takers - 1886

Between 1827 and 1842, over 27,000 pounds of opium came into the ports of the United States alone, where the drug found an unexpected distribution network of businessmen, presidential parents, and even Ivy League schools, which all had ties to the Opium trade in the late 19th century.

The Illustrated London News print of the clipper steamship Ly-ee-moon, built for the opium trade, c. 1859

“Princeton’s first large benefactor, John Green, funded his contribution through the opium trade […] Yale University’s infamous Skull and Bone society was funded by the most successful family of opium dealers in America,” reveals Harvard’s magazine, The Crimson, adding that as America’s gateway institution for the drug that soon spread to other Ivy Leagues along the East Coast, “Opium once pervaded campus life at Harvard […] throughout the 1800s, its black smoke kept the university’s veins flowing with green and its faculty and students perpetually dazed.”

The term “pipe dream” actually originates from the opium dens of turn of the century America where people smoking an opium pipe would come up with ideas, theories and fantasies whilst hallucinating.

In 1908, President Roosevelt appointed Hamilton Wright as the first Opium Commissioner in the United States to begin targeting opium dealers. The irony here is that Franklin D. Roosevelt’s grandfather, Warren Delano, was an opium peddler, and his drug trade was responsible for the bulk of the family’s fortune. Roosevelt’s mother, Sara Delano, travelled to Hong Kong with her family to join her opium-trading father in the 1860s.

Warren Delano (FDR's grandfather & Opium King)

Sara (FDR's mother) & Philippe Delano in 1864, following their return home from Hong Kong. (Franklin Roosevelt Library)

The crackdown on the Great Binge inevitably began with the signing of the 1912 International Opium Convention to suppress opium smoking and to limit it to medicinal purposes. In the 1920s, in the US, an anti-drug crusade also saw heroin cough drops and cocaine tablets to slowly disappear from stores and bathroom cabinets.

In the 1920s, in the US, an anti-drug crusade also saw heroin cough drops and cocaine tablets to slowly disappear from stores and bathroom cabinets.

During the Great Binge, the most notable drink in circulation was the Vin Mariani, an alcoholic beverage that combined both wine and cocaine.

Angelo Mariani, a French chemist who invented a very popular beverage in 1863.

Mariani tonic Wine — lithography by Jules Cheret

The French "Tonic" Wine received endorsements from Pope Leo XIII as well as many of the Belle Epoque’s most famous names, Sarah Bernhardt, Jules Verne and even Queen Victoria were all fans of the drug-infused cocktail.

Pope Leo XIII even allowed his face to be used in Vin Mariani’s marketing campaign. He was very much a brand ambassador, citing that it strengthened him “when prayer was insufficient”.

Mariani's "Tonic" would spent the following century cleaning up its act & rebranding itself to become the world’s most iconic household brand: Coca Cola

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something about zukka and taylor swift. it just works.

#zukka #taylor swift #zukka (taylor's version)#atla zuko #atla sokka #avatar the last airbender #the amount of times ive thought about them while listening to taylor #they would work so well with forever winter and rwylm and ivy and it's time to go and gold rush and tis the damn season and the 1 and betty #and sweet nothing and paris and SPEAK NOW and basically all of red and evermore #red taylor’s version #speak now taylor’s version #evermore #folklore #zuko is a swiftie on the down low bc i said so #his favorite song is it's time to go because i said so

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Beyoncé seated with Zendaya and LVMH CEO Bernard Arnault at Paris Fashion Week

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moongirl-and-her-thoughts · 2 years

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the ‘old money’ aesthetic

The rise of the old money aesthetic in today's culture originates in escapism. It was the daydreaming of spending your quarantine in a mansion, a villa with an inbuilt gym, getting to pretend it's simply an extra long spa retreat instead of spending it in your single-room studio apartment, in the shittiest part of the city.

Of course, it's a lot older than most people think. It was a time when schools were for the white, rich males. It was the old-money-verses-new-money struggle, it was the fine line between the generational, old money (think the Bridgertons) and the gaudy, over-the-top, attempting to fit in new money (think the Featheringtons). The style has progressed over the decades, an almost secret-language between the elite of today's society. It's the right number of buttons on your shirt, it's the amount of fade on your trousers. Being this level of rich gives the classy, almost careless style among the rich today.

The Bridgertons and Featheringtons, as mentioned above, describe this divide between the old and new money. The Bridgertons are in the muted blue, the elegant and distinct class, while the Featheringtons must prove their place in society, showing off with gaudy clothing and have a slightly desperate sense in their clothing, asking people to pay attention to them.

Being of new money is considered almost cheap, an irony in itself. We've all seen the Kardashians, and almost all of us hate them, for a multitude of reasons. Some may hate them for what they've done, some of might hate them on first glance simply because of how Featherington they seem. Most of us, however, hate them for what they represent. The Kardashians are almost everything wrong with new money today, like flying a private jet to save 20 minutes, or posting about extravagant parties when people are losing jobs. It's people like them that cause us to hate the new money, and gravitate towards the old, even if we might resent the old all the more. While it may be because we're jealous, the old money have always had racist undertones, traditionalist values and a rather rigid social hierarchy.

Perhaps you've seen the tiktok about west coast rich vs east coast rich. The west coast is logomania, flashy, extravagant. It's all about a designer sports car and the latest model of iPhone. The east coast is about wealth, its the casual class, the, 'tell me you're rich without telling me you're rich' trend without the gaudy, over-the-top displays of wealth.

The old money aesthetic is (from what I've seen) button-down shirts, tennis skirts, sweater vests, cardigans, polo shirts, pearls, headbands and loafers, all in shades of off-white, beige, cream and white, with hints, of black, brown, grey and navy. You'll see sailboats, private yachts, country clubs, vintage cars, dinner parties, lush (not lavish) gardens, floral wallpaper and mansions, but of the classier variety. It's about studying at places like Oxford (a dream of my own), Cambridge, Ivy-league schools, with the Legacy application instead of the normal one. Picture Blair Waldorf, Evelyn Hugo, The Inheritance Games. While Evelyn and Avery aren't old money, their vibe certainly is.

Some of the middle-class often fake this 'classier-than-thou' lifestyle with similar clothing, which to the untrained eye seems like the real deal. However, after a period of time, it is clear in certain mannerisms that they weren't born into the seemingly picturesque lifestyle, rather they are pale imitations. Perhaps it's in the overly-rigid manner of clothing, or the unconfident manner, but it is easy to differentiate between the aspiring preppy students, and the ready-made. Their is a nonchalant carelessness in the ready-made, while the aspiring aren't completely aware of every rule in this unofficial handbook.

While it is undoubtedly a stunning aesthetic, it's roots are some of the reason it is slightly taboo. In older times, to have this old money flair, you had to be white, Anglo-Saxon protestant. The conservative mannerisms are definitely not something you'd want to casually show off in today's society. They are given an almost fast pass to the higher-level universities, primarily due to the generations of their family having attended a certain place. Think about Paris, or Rory from Gilmore Girls, both who had generations of their family attend Harvard or Yale respectively. It's unfair on the average Joe who wishes to attend the school all the same.

You may have the heard the audio 'Brown is an ivy league school' and the response 'Everyone knows the real Ivy's are the Holy Trinity: Harvard, Yale and Princeton'. It's another distinction between New, and Old. In Gossip Girl, while the show is a near-masterpiece, most of the characters are old money (adding to the aesthetic), but you can understand from there the very clear vibe of the old money. The Inheritance Games, with the country-club, wealthy-not-rich outlook, that the Hawthorne's also have a very distinct old money vibe.

So, in conclusion, when Gen Z talk about old money, they don't mean in the 'racial-oppression, better than thou' manner, they mean the 'tennis skirt and reading Ovid in an elite school'. Dark Academia, overlooking its criticisms (which at the present I haven't fully understood, so a deeper dive is to come), makes the elite aesthetic more accessible. As Ana Quiring argued, "You don't need the Ivy League to read Ovid. In fact, reading the Metamorphoses with your online friends might be better, more joyful, than reading it at a top-notch school." In my opinion, there is nothing wrong with the top- notch school, aside from the bias to alumni's children, but it's definitely better to make this wonderful culture more widely available. The old money aesthetic is beautiful, after we put aside it's critiques.

#bridgerton #Gilmore Girls #gossip girl #the inheritance games #dark acamedia #old money #new money #The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo #ivy league #paris geller #rory gilmore #serena van der woodsen #blair waldorf #kardashian family

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Fae Hunt Chapter 3

Jumping to the 16th, and Jon Quillian belongs to @marginmaster87

Bard's Note: Eternal Thanks to @theshapeshifter100 for getting this all written up!

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Jon Quillian wandered through the halls of Fort Stiofán looking for Ivy, chewing on a piece of bread he brought. It took him a little while, but after he didn’t find her inside the main fort, he eventually wandered out in the direction of the forge.

Ivy was indeed still in there, and at her current rate she might need one more day on the spear. The socket was taking shape and it wouldn’t be long before she could fit it to the shaft of wood. The actual spear head needed more work though, to shape and sharpen it.

Jon leaned in through the doorway, blocking off the light, and squinting until he was certain it was Ivy.

“Look’s nice, what’cha makin’?”

Ivy looked over at the door, not immediately recognising the voice. “A spear, why…?” she squinted at the person in the doorway, before remembering the voice, and face. “Jon Quillian? Why are you here?!”

“Didn’t you get my letter? I’m coming with you.”

“Yes, and I sent a reply telling you no,” Ivy stubbornly went back to her work, trying to make it clear that she didn’t want to continue this conversation. Whether it would work was another matter.

“And then I sent a reply telling you yes,” he walked into the forge and looked over her shoulder.

“I didn’t get it,” Ivy moved so he wasn’t over her shoulder. “I’ve been here all day today and yesterday,” she added through gritted teeth.

“Well, then I’ll reiterate: I’m going. I’ll try not to go alone, but I doubt I’ll find anyone else willing to go with me. You have absolutely no obligation to worry about my safety, though, so don’t worry about it!”

“I will be worrying about it anyway,” it was just another addition to the stress and nerves building in her belly. “Since I can’t seem to convince you to leave it, fine. You can stick around. Only if you get approval from everyone else who’s coming.”

“And also-” Jon stopped, confused. “Wait, you’re agreeing? Just like that?”

“You’re not giving me much of a choice, and I’m not in the mood for a fight,” Ivy slammed the hammer down a bit harder than she meant to. “If everyone else agrees, then fine. I’m not happy about it, but fine.”

“Alright,” Jon was a little cowed by her tone. “Where can I find the others? Are they meeting here?”

“Morgana is either in her room or the Archives. Green isn’t here yet.”

“Oh, okay,” he wasn’t sure who those people were, but he made a note of their names. “Do you… want some help with that spear?”

“I’m fine. It should be done by tomorrow,” Ivy used the tongs to pick up her spear head so she could get a better look at the forming shape of the socket. “There’s more metal lying around and a free anvil if you want to make something.”

“Oh, sure. Hey, is Gus going to come? He acted like he might, but you didn’t mention him just now.”

Ivy froze. She had just been thinking that she was glad he hadn’t mentioned Gus.

“Gus isn’t coming.”

“Why not? Is he busy?”

“He’s injured,” it wasn’t a lie, just, leaving out the ‘how’.

“What?” Jon looked over. “He wasn’t when we met, what happened?”

“He broke his hand, I think.”

“Oh man, that sucks… maybe I’ll send him a card or something, do you know where he is?”

“He should be back at the Hold. I haven’t talked to him in a while,” not since they fought and… his hand broke.

“Alright. I’ll do that, then,” Jon picked out some metals from the store.

Ivy nodded and picked up her half made spear. The socket was pretty much done now, just the head to finish. She looked over at Jon, who had got some metal and gotten to work. While she was still annoyed at him, she was also curious.

“What are you going to make?” she asked.

“A short sword. I don’t have one. I have a dagger and a good knife, but I feel like I’ll need something larger,” he held up the metal he’d picked out. “Fae are weak to iron, right?”

“That’s a myth. Annoyingly,” Ivy began to heat her metal again, then hammer it flat, gripping the socket with the tongs. “You do know how long it’ll take to make a sword, right?” in her experience, they could take weeks if you didn’t use a mould.

“Of course. I’ve made one before, for a Guard guy who broke his,” he sandwiched his metal and set the alloy in the forge.

“Alright. I don’t know if we’ll have the time. Just, have to wait until Green gets here,” Ivy heated up the metal again, trying to ignore butterflies in her stomach about the upcoming quest. “That’s one of the reasons I went for a spear. It’s quick.”

“That’s true, but I don’t know much about polearms. At least I’ve worked with swords before.”

“I’m not doing anything fancy, like a halberd. It’s just a basic spearhead. All I care about is it not falling apart.”

Jon chuckled. “Yeah, that’s definitely an important spear quality.”

“I’ll be enchanting it anyway, so it should hold up,” Ivy wiped some sweat off her forehead. It felt about as hot as Tandeli’s Calorona Desert in here. “How’s Beck?” she enquired after Jon’s other sister.

“She’s dead set on finishing the harvest, but she understands why I’m leaving. She’d probably come too if it weren’t for the crops.”

Ivy was suddenly glad that she wasn’t dealing with both of them. She suspected Beck would be worse than Jon on his own, let alone together.

“Well, you have to eat and make money, so… yeah,” she commented.

“We get a bit from the government for our research, but the crops definitely help. We’re growing pumpkins and beans this year.”

“For carving?” Hallow’s Eve was only two and a half months away after all.

“For carving,” Jon agreed, “but mostly for food. We’ll roast the seeds of the small ones.”

“Sounds good. What can you make with pumpkin anyway?”

“Pumpkin bread, pumpkin pie, pumpkin biscuits…” Jon listed off. “Mostly pastries, but the rest of the town has the staples covered. We’ll trade for what we need over the winter.”

“I will have to come around in winter then,” Ivy noted, provided they didn’t die. Yes, she was definitely still worried about that.

“Provided we find her by then,” Jon had different but similar thoughts. “This could take months.”

“We’ve got a plan. We know roughly where we’re going and have an idea how to get there. We’ve been planning this for months.”

“Yeah, but still… the forest is so big, and she might be in an even bigger Fae world…”

“Green has met friendly Fae before, that’s who we’re banking on. And where Jen is, we think we know. Finding her in there and getting her out will probably be the hardest part.”

It was the only part they couldn’t really prepare for. None of them had any idea what they might find.

“Yeah…” Jon stared into the fire as he heated his metal.

Ivy meanwhile hit her spearhead harder than she meant to. “We can do this,” she was mostly talking herself up. “That’s why I’m making this. I’m going to enchant this spear to disperse magic, so that should have some impact against the Fae who took her.”

“Can you enchant my sword too? I can’t… you know,” he wiggled his fingers.

“If you finish in time, then I will try to enchant it.”

“Alright, thanks,” he went back to staring at the heating metal, but his back was a little straighter. “We’re going to do this.”

“Yes. We are.”

This did not settle Ivy’s nerves much, but no one else needed to know that.

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If you've forgotten what happened to Gus, he and Ivy got into a fight, he punched her in the face, her magic activated, which caused him to break his hand. As detailed here

#House Schneeplestein #submission #Jon Quillan #August 1614 #Fae Hunt #Tales from The Watch #Ivy Paris

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