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Having gotten used to being up at nights, Celestra was wide awake.
Currently brushing her long pale blue locks.
Her eyes glowing out at the night skies.
She seems to be thinking deeply.
It even seems as if she's communing with the gods with her far away look.
She seemed to glow lightly, or was it the nature that she was as pale as the moonlight shining on her skin?
It's almost being in a dream state watching her.
"You wish me to go to Lyr my goddess?"
She was clearly talking to something, or someone, but there was nobody around. But there was a sense of serenity and peace.
"There's something there? I know the doctor is there. ? ? ? I see. As you wish goddess. I shall do as you ask. May I take the child with me?"
She nodded once, then there was silence.
"Okay. You wish me to take another with me? Whatever for? I am in a hurry to save our people my goddess."
There was a frown on her face. Then another nod.
"I see. I guess that do make sense. I shall seek this woman tomorrow then? No? Tonight?"
Another furrow of her brows then another nod.
"I understand. It shall be done as you ask. Yes. . . It is time to reunite with our sister tribes."

The Market crowd for the most part had dispersed with the daylight, only a few now silent hawkers counting their days earnings and ordering their remainding wares. Eithne moved down the near-deserted street almost silently, having spent the day doing relativly little aside from preparing to take her leave of the River City. Her journey would take her north from here, towards the lands of Lyr, and onwards to the Ancient mana wells of the former Republic.

Pausing, an inn would have been nice but an un-needed cost for her. Glancing up at random, the scarfed woman blinked her grey eyes to see someone garbed all in white sliding into the upper window of a nearby building. As luck would have it that place seemed to be an inn itself, was the person a thief?

Eithne held little mana within her, but quickly began to make her way towards the building. Fisting one gloved hand, a small amount of red light began to collect around her fingers. Warry of the fragile building materials, she climbed over a large pule of wood errected to feed the inn's fires to make it to the second floor. Opening her hands, a tiny orb of flame very loosly packed together glowed against her palm, with the full movement of her arm the Runist flung the orb as if to have it ram into the window. It would cause no damage, just a flash of flame with which to alert this 'thief'.

((Mis-interpretation ish convinent 3nodding ))

The fire had been minute, hardly enough to catch and just slightly scathing the window's sill before blowing itself out. Eithne had moved in behind it though, consiquently becoming drenched as water flowed out of the window. She ended up reaching out and grasping the sill to keep from falling backwards, so much mana and so quickly used too!

"If there is a child, then what reason is there for one to go skulking around through windows in the dead of night?" Was her forceful and heated reply. The black lengths of her scarf clung around her mouth and made her words sound almost slurred, her loose clothing clinging to her skin underneath while the rest simply beaded and fell from her belt, arms, and ankles.

She'd been splashed with water, with water. In the lands of the Geosn isles it wasn't something most payed much attention to, but Eithne had seen bloody fighting break out over water holes a child could hop across, finding herself drenched with wasted water was nearly a true crime in the desert lands. It was written in no texts, but it was the law of the land itself.

Something caught her eye, and it wasn't the child sleeping in the bed behind the woman nor anything else in the room. She climbed in fluidly through the window, hearing the woman's voice and the tones which she commanded.

With a quick snap, her gloved fingers grasped the other woman's wrist, bringing it up with a firm jerk across her body as if to study the rune glowing on the back of her hand. Grey eyes moved across the woman's clothing again, that red glow picking up again and centering along her spine. Heat started to radiate out, and she dropped the woman's hand to take a step back. Eithne was merely drying herself though, the energy not reaching out far at all so as to use as little mana as possible.

"So..." She spoke in a gentle tone, her voice sounding a tad to lax, "The traitors see fit to leave their burrows? And only after the last Fore-runner clan is dead, of course."

A bit of histrory; The Fore-runner Tribes had been known throughout the Deserts through the course of the war, and they had been the ones to drive a number of the other clans into the Mountains when the war had started to pick up. Some Tribes believed that the Fore-Runners had been escorts, protectors, but in general the clans themselves had always seen themselves as the ones who drove the weaker members of the Nation away so as to keep their from comprimising the safety of the destert itself.

"What right do Traitors have to walk in a world they didn't help to protect?" She wasn't going to attack this woman though, she didn't know her, and she hadn't done any real harm. Her clothing dried, the red glow of her runes faded, and Eithne merely folded her arms with a hard look in her eyes.

"Your forefathers lamenting about how ours did not listen years before when the enemy was already pressing our boarders couldn't have been expected to go well. The cause of the war means little when Sisters will not defend Sisters, and instead deside to never bear arms at all."

Whether or not Eithne's own words were true was up for debate, generations of animosity rarely left room in a Tribe for both sides to be seen fairly. The same could be said for all histories passed through word-of-mouth, not even those in the Mountains could possibly have held a true record of everything which had happened. Times had simply been to chaotic, and even if the Rouges had something, no Fore Runner would ever believe it to be anything more than a falsehood and lie.

Eithne was already moving to put herself back through the window as the woman spoke again, earning herself a heated glare from the Desert Runist, but no verbal reply until the name Lyr floated towards her.

"Another one on a pilgrimage then?" She said shortly, meaning for it to be an ending statement, but shooting the other woman another hard look before she would make to actually leave.

"Dear little one? Can you wake now? Or are you still sleepy? . . . "
She waited enough for the child to move or something at least.
"We're going to Lyr. . . Do you want to go with me?"
She looked at the little innocence. A faint smile over her lips.
Talking to herself almost.
"At least you wouldn't judge me. Or would you? If you knew?"
Shaking her head.
"I shouldn't let such things bother me. My people are dying. I must think of them before myself. I will, by the goddess. Find a doctor willing to come. . or at least gather enough medicine for the healers to learn on their own."
A flash of worry crosses her eyes. And crystal tears falls only to be frozzen as soon as it touches her cheeks.
"If there is a home to go to. . I've been gone for awhile."