They won’t accept me anymore

" Will she be all right?" Bree asked as Yakov and Blaise brought the young unicorn elf with them, she has left the task of bringing the 'hunt' to them because she knew that no one would have bothered to stop and ask them to hand it over and just as she expected no one bothered the two of them at all, they brought the young elf with them to the room where they were staying with ease without having to listen to anyone. 

The young unicorn elf looked as good as dead with her complexion slowly turning white, her nerves turned a very ugly hue of blue marring the papery white skin like cracks decorating a white marble.  As Blaise swooped down and placed the young unicorn elf on the carpet that was a shade of fiery red, Bree had to admit that the contrast was devastating.