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Warren nodded, looking around with a somber expression. "She was different when she died, then when you met her. She'd come to terms with something within herself. Now her soul rests with those she first loved."

He wrapped a hand around her shoulder, pulling her close. "Beautiful and terrifying." He agreed with her.

Lucky for the them, the front door had been blasted open by the outbust of ice, meaning Alaran had been inside when she died. The path had a thin sheet of ice over it, easily broken and walked past. "Roarke's ancestores had taken a trip to the surface when a planetary alignment cleared the gasses long enough for some things to grow. Samples were taken down here and preserved in a room of sunlight."

"You'd think it's beautiful, I imagine."

"See the surface world in all it's splender? At one time, it was an impossible goal. Countless people have tried to restore the surface."

"But what can you do, when every element works against you at every time? I't s aflowing, rolling contradiction up there. The elements push and ull at each other, creating an imbalance that produces that poisonous gas that eats away at everything from people, to animals, to magic, to gods. Nothing is same from it..."

Their feet echoed down the hall as they walked, the ice carryign the sound of their footsteps through the whle buildin. They came to the double doors that lead to the garden, the sanctuary. Would inside be destroyed? They'd see soon enough.

The clerk looked up at Delaney. "He is with a patient right now. If you have a seat, you can see him in," she looked at her clipboard. "I'd say in about half an hour."

It ended being more like an hour and tweny minutes before Delaney was escorted to one of the rooms inside. Moonstoen was there, washing blood off his hands in a sink. He'd just delivered a baby. He did not look around when Delaney entered. "Have a seat on the bench there, I'll be there in a moment. In the meant time, tell me what you think the problem is."

Delaney looked up at him in a bit of a surprise. "I wasn't actually here for medical help. Just needed something to do so I came here. Unless you consider not being able to stay in the same place for more than a an hour without getting annoyed or fidgity a medical problem."

She found herself starring at him without purposely doing so. It was probably because of the fact that this feline at wings and seemed a whole lot different than her and Rusty. He had a stronger built and was almost scary looking althought the glasses helped make him look friendlier. She smiled at herself for a second before speaking up again.

"I supposed I should let you work. A man like you must be pretty busy taking care of the sick and needy people of this town. I actually always found medicine facinating but with my slight healing abilities I usually don't need to know any medicinal practices to heal non fatal wounds."

Eloit took her hands down from her mouth abd breathed the air deep into her lungs. "It smells... wonderful here." She was so tempted to roll in the grass under he feet, climb the tall trees and drink for the cool stream that ran through. But she resisted, she couldn't bare it if she caused the unbalance of this place.

"What exactly do we need to collect?" asked after one last longing look at the grass.

Delaney smiled. "You're good and you seem to notice how people are pretty quickly. That's definitly good." She stood up and tapped her robe a bit as a way to remove any dust or crumbs that could of been on the chair.

"I actually came here to talk to you about your heritage. I have to admit I was surprised when I heard another feline back in the days and once I finally found that cat I find out there's yet another one." She titled her head a bit with a look of awe in her eyes. "Except... you have wings and your built is different. So I guess instead of staying stuck in my fancy hotel room I decided to come here and ask you these questions that I decided to skip the last time we met."

Zahara was half furious and half running on adrenaline. She still had that high from being grabbed by Arthur but that was dying down. Rolling her shoulders she tossed her head defiantly and mumbled something under her breath even as they reappeared in her, yes she considered it hers, kitchen. She took a deep breath and glanced down to make sure Zykariel was with them then took a bag from Sevilin. "...thanks." Thus attention went to the child.

He was clutching the bag tightly, his father's hand held possessively against his chest to make sure he didn't move and they would all be translocated together. He knew the process well enough and he couldn't hold Daddy's hand this time because of the bag in his hands. "'Kay Mommy. Now we gotta do this quick before stuff goes bad."

The child dragged out one of the stools from the bar and crawled up, settling onto his knees before he realized his bag was on the floor still. Thus getting back down, setting his bag on the stool opposite him and climbing back up onto his. After the rather convoluted process he reached across, holding onto the end of the bar for leverage and moved the bag from the stool to the top of island. Then he went about unpacking it. "I don't have eggs in my bag. Where's the eggs?" He had milk, sugar, brown sugar, vanilla and whipped cream.

She leaned agaisnt the island for a moment, hiding behind the bag, her palm pressd to her forehead. Get a grip, Zahara. "I have the eggs little one. They were in the heavy bag so I just left them there. Here, go put the milk and sugar away for me." Handing down ingredients, knowing her son was fully capable of getting them put away correctly. She glanced around and traced a finger over smooth marble. "Where's...my stuff?"

Malik watched his son with a small grin, before picking him up and nodding to Kieran.

"thanks for watching him. though I imagine you enjoyed adding a chapter or three into your journal about magical training methods and such for the drow."

"If you wish. Frankly at this point in time I don't really care. I have no use for any of it just now but when I do it will probably be better if its where I need it to be." She shoved her hands through her hair and sighed in frustration. Her anger had been turned down to a simmer now and she knew in a few more hours it would be all gone. For now though she began yanking things out and shoving them into cabinets. Self-righteous surface elves, she ought to blast them out of this plane!

Zykariel put away the ingredients and then came to stand by his father watching his mother as she went about putting away the rest of the stuff, slamming cabinets and pacing angrily. "Daddy?" Tug. "Why's Mommy upset?"