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Seilynn nodded and smiled a little at what Crystal said about her offer and followed the young girl as she started to lead the way out of the city. All the time, Seilynn looked around, making sure they weren't watched with suspicion. After all, with her dark coat, she could pass pretty much as anyone. She just wanted to be sure. As they finally made it out of the city, Seilynn couldn't help but let a small sigh of relief leave her.
"Thank you so much for showing the way out." She smiled at crystal and started to walk along the road "Come on, this way." she said kindly as she removed the hood from her head again not looking back at the city. She wouldn't miss is, that she was sure of. Then a thought occurred to her and she turned to Crystal.
"Won't someone get worried?" she asked as she looked at the girl. She had a feeling that the girl was younger than Seilynn thought. She just couldn't pinpoint her age.

Seilynn smiled as she heard and saw Crystal's expression, figuring she found it somewhat exciting to be outside the city. Although her smile faded as she heard the child as what to worry about.
"Isn't someone caring for you? Won't they be worried if you're gone too long?" she asked her with obvious concern in her voice. This child might be of the dark kingdom, but that didn't stop Seilynn from worry as Crystal still seemed to be just a child.
Seilynn bent down slightly so she could look more directly into Crystals eyes, trying to read her again to understand this young girl as she waited for an answer.

Seilynn blinked in shock and utter surprise as she was told Crystal had no one to care and worry about her. In Seilynn's eyes that was a sad thing. Growing up in the light kingdom, where many cruel but also very kind people lived, she had never, ever met anyone that had no one to care for them. The ones she knew were really orphans always had some sort of kind person to care for them. She then noticed another thing as she was this close to Crystals face now and in the same height as well. Crystal wasn't looking directly at her, it was more like she was staring at the distance, like someone who is daydreaming or lost in thought.
"I'm sorry to hear that Crystal. You are, as I said before, very welcome to follow me if you want, as long as you want to." She said, not wanting to leave the young girl on her own now that she knew part of the truth. A small and very friendly uet not plastered smile was on Seilynn's lips. She easily felt sympathy for another if that's what they needed and wanted to help them if she could.

After a moment longer Seilynn finally straightened up again as she looked around.
"Now let's see... I need to find the border to the Water Kingdom.." she mumbled and let out a small sigh as she tried to imagine the mad she had looked at before she was captured and put in the dungeon. She did not have a photographic memory though so that was a little harder. She slowly started to walk just to not stand like a fool a bit outside the city gates they just had left. She glanced back at Crystal every now and then to make sure the girl was still there.

A message carried in the wind. The smell of burning wood.

Death Whispered.

A fair skinned woman stood at the edge of what would've once been a mighty forest. Her icy sapphire orbs stared on impassively while a warm wind blew at her long silver touched blue hair. She wore a plain oriental top and pants combination and around her coiled the mighty form of a dragon. The creature's icy eyes stared intensely at the burning nightmare as if waiting for a command from the woman. Her lips moved but not a sound was heard. Nevertheless, in an instant, the dragon slipped away and spiralled into the air before seeming to dive down towards the flame and lose its form. A strong bust of air wrapped around the woods, quenching the fire and where the woman had stood there was no one anymore.

Celia sped through the woods, riding on the wind. Her hair trailed behind her as she manoeuvred through the ashen trees, her body lithe and soundless. In her path the fire died, their fuel being stripped and drowned. Messages screamed by in the wind and surely enough, soon she began to hear the crackle and clashes of fighting at the source of the fire. No longer extinguishing the flames, Celia sailed high into the sky and plunged back down into the camouflage of the trees that stood defiant with life. Nobody even noticed. The scents of the air mixed, blood and rotting corpses. Five scents stood stung in the wind.

Celia scanned the battle fields, eyes trained hard within the shadows. A dark woman she sensed but could not see. An earthen fighter raging against a destroyer. A lone woman and a knorthian girl at the side of a water-user. Five strong souls in a clash of wills. The air stunk of death. Barely before she had finished her assessment, the fire woman twitched and spun around, snapping her fingers and sending a spark of flame straight for Celia. The leaves lit alight and burned, a figure shout out of the tree and took refuge in another. Keen senses that one, or maybe she had sensed her intent on attacking the prince.

She had received an anonymous request, paid in advance, cash in full. She would not refuse such a generous offer and the quarry had proved its worth. "Your target is the Young Prince of the Fire Kingdom. Do what you do best." An unusual note, but the price she had received had seen to her questions. What a sight to stumble upon, travelling in the wake of the young prince only to discover that perhaps she would not even be able to fulfil her task? She had been spared no more time in her newest hiding place when yet another flame shot at Celia and this time she darted out on the foliage, only to disappear in a gust of wind?

As Anae turned around, looking for the woman who she had sensed was an unexplained threat to Ferros, she turned barely in time to spot a pointed dart aiming straight for her before she snapped her fingers and it burned to a crisp. Unluckily for Anae, if she'd ever and when she'd discovered that the dart had only been a decoy, a sword stuck out, stabbed through her belly in her carelessness. Although the sword had been inscribed with the insignia of the men that Ferros had taken with him, the wielder stood to be Celia. Finally appearing in front of Anae, the mercenary woman offered a bow and flashed an unfeeling smile. "My apologies for your stomach. You see, you were not my target and surely enough you seem unsuited for war. Perhaps you may sleep comfortably without needing to see your heir slaughtered." Celia made no effort to move as a flaming ball of fire came flying towards her. Barely inches from her face, the fire extinguished of it's own accord and unable to hold her own, Anae collapsed.

A stomach wound was fatal after all. "It's too bad you have the misfortune of interfering with my job. Perhaps you'd have lived... no, what am I saying? Ridiculous. And look what you've done, now that woman's gone off and killed my target. Tsk. And I don't even have a return address for that request. Nevermind.." Shaking her head, Celia almost turned to walk off. What was the point in staying in longer if she was no longer needed? That was, of course, unless anybody stopped her.

Shane watched as the woman dressed in oriental garments came down from the trees and dispatched the fire woman. A small sigh of relief came from his breath. He nodded to Keyla when she glanced at him before she ran over to the mysterious woman. Looking to the dried up lake, Shane called upon the clouds. Rainwater began to fill the lake and he walked over to fill his flask. With the elimination of the fire soldiers, it was time for some rest. He walked over to Alaura. She was covered in blood, but surprisingly most of it was not her own, and she was short of breath. He stood ready, as she seemed like she was about to fall over. "You've saved this forest. Perhaps you should rest considering the tolls on you from two different battles so close together. Tomorrow we can determine the best course of action, but for tonight... you need to rest."

Celia whistled a quiet tune, although the tune was sooner carried awat by the wind than heard directly around her own proximity. Her hair fluttered lightly behind her and she walked with a lithe grace, as if she were floating rather than making any contact with the bloodsoaked dirt. She contemplated about what to do with her payment, after all, she had not successfully completed her task but the man was dead nonetheless. So, that should satisfy her anonymous requester... right? Or would she have any morsel of regret spending money that was not good and willfully earne-... No, what on earth was she spluttering on about? Money from death was not clean money. Ridiculous, and she had no qualms about it.

"W-wait.."

Barely even twitching, Celia had continued to walk on as if she had heard nothing. "Wait.." Again, not even a falter in her step. When the woman had caught up to her, however, and inquired "Who are you?" Celia stilled her steps and turned, waiting for the woman to regain her breath. She stared on with those ever cool eyes of hers and only when the girl straighten up did Celia say anything. This was the girl from earlier, the Knorthian child. In spite of the two being, she suspected, the same age, to the air user she by far considered her a child still. "Don't you think you should tell me who YOU are before expecting anything from me. That's awfully rude you know, expecting me to yield to a complete stranger."

It was an amusing sight to watch her squirm just a little bit.

After the girl's stammering attempt to recity her actions, Celia offered a mocking smile. "I apologise for interfering in your fight, I'd come to complete a task requested of me. If that's all you're after, then I request if you would now let ME go." Celia turned again and began to walk off. Taking three steps, Celia turned suddenly and let three darts fly in unison. Though they fly straight at the blue haired girl, in a panic she ducked and the pointed tips dug straight into an archer several feet away. A groan resonated and he fell out of the tree with a thud, dropping his bow and arrow. Flickering her glance back to the girl, a Celia smiled that same infuriating mocking smile again. "I suggest you be careful and watch your back. Not all of these soldiers may be dispatched as you thought they were." And with a chuckle, she turned again, to wonder off.

Where? Wherever the wind lead her.