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"NO!" sionnach of course protested, being powerless in her father's grip. for all the writhing she did, nothing came of it -- both adults were relentless in keeping her contained. gannet's shadow draped her form as he worked, and he did so with a precision that sionnach could not appreciate, only because each time he plucked a quill from her face, it let loose a torrent of burning agony. "GO'WAY!" she screamed into gannet's face, trying to turn her head away from him to no avail.

she lacked the adult's experience with pain (it goes away, it's going to be worse before it's better, sometimes you have to endure more pain to erase it, etc) so, naturally, she was screaming the entire time gannet methodically worked besides her father. when at last the final quill was plucked from her face, sionnach wasn't a white puppy anymore -- her face was red, swollen like a cast-away tomato -- and streaked with hot tears.