Sara Chili: Thoughtfully, she sucked the slash, a thin red stripe against her pale complexion. She dislike to think what would have happened had she draped her hair in, like she sometimes did to help her eyes see into the pool. For she knew as well as any royal elf that if someone--or something--has even just a single lock of your hair, they have almost complete and total power over you. And if they have a lock of your hair and know your true name...It was a good thing her name wasn't actually Revina, which was only her mortal name. Her true name... Now that was powerful. Thinking of names made her remember that she was no longer in the sheltered Unseelie Court, where royal elves were held as all powerful. She would have to be a bit more subtle than the open, public examples that were so popular among her friends and family. No...And also, there was the problem of finding out who-or what-did this to her. Then she remembered the slash. Of course! She could simply trace the maker by... And then she stared at her wrist. The slash had already closed and healed into a horrible, dark, ugly, festering scar.