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Leaf growled, but took the opportunity of the half blind monster to swim past and away. Behind the creture it was very dark, and Leaf had a hard time seeing more than a few feet in front of her face. The passage widened into what Leaf assumed was a chamber of sorts. Above them shimmered the surface of the water. She swam up towards this, hopefully to get soem light and a better look around.

"Let's put it this way. There is a part of me that I wouldn't mind you having, since when I am dead I won't need it. I am sure as a god you could find a use for my heart, I certainly wouldn't want it to go to waist." Being a potions maker, she understood how some..ingrediants..were difficult to get. She had spoken true, if would pain her spirit to know her body had been waisted.

She let out a breath she didn't know she was holding and fell to her knees. It had taken mre strength than she realized to keep her body still. "Not what. Who. I wouldn't mind if if you remained Cedric."

"I don't know if love can be explained with words." She was feeling more relaxed right now, thought she wasn't certain why. She took a few breaths, calmed herself down. "Does it matter? Do you have to put love into words? Isn't it much more pure if we just feel it?"

Like any good fighter of her plane, she was taught to move with a blade and not against it. Rather than make any move forward, move back with the assulting blade, which is what she did, easily bending away with the motion and bringing her own up to catch and stop him, making that wonderful sound of singing mithril. A look at him a moment with a smirk before starting into her tactics. Get close and stay close. Thus jolting at him, using her blade on his as a guide to get there before into her normal series of quick strike close quarter push back techniques. Isleandra was nto afraid to get into anyone's space.

Fin stabed his sword into the creature's back, across where he guess accurately the vertebrae was, and flipped himself over the fish before chasing after Leaf. He found her rather quickly, as the shimmering surface outlined her body. He seemed a little too interesting in looking at that silhouette. The surface was a rather bright place, obviously, with a single alter.

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"How romantic, you want to give me your heart to use as I see fit. Ok, I'll take it." He said with his doublespeak tone. "It will be put to excellent use, I promise you." Something about the way he said that didn't sound right.

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Cedric was in no way amused by Onxy's interruption, his eyes did not wish to turn from Aella's, but things did not work out that way. The elf looked at the winged Vah. "Please, if you are going to interrupt a conversation between a master and her servant, do not be rude about it."

Thus, Cedric sighed and faced Aella again. "Expressing love in words is required at times. Even if it is just a brief statement of affection, or an overbearing proclamation, people like to hear that they are loved by others, because people doubt their own feelings. Sometimes, they need to understand what the other is thinking about the feelings, or just feeling about the feeling before they can confess some crime, or talk about delicate issue."

"Today was my day to corner you, so that your feelings for me would retract in case tomorrow I am dead. For I do not see how I can keep up with the disaster that is about to befall us, without using my soul to stop it."

Onyx glared at Cedric and shrugged at Aella.

"You get privacy. but if you wanted to talk in private, you shouldn't be out in the middle of the main hall, and you shouldn't have told orko to summon you to a meeting. he doesn't know the meaning of the words 'subtle' or 'discreet'. Not to mention I can't help that I have exceptionally good hearing, or that I blend into the shadows."


Except Isle didn't move Malik. he used the whole of the blade, from tip to hilt, to stop her strikes, and let her dance around. in fact he took strikes of his own, although his blade wasn't designed for inclose combat, using the hilt like a hammer end and the blade like a razor. though malik also used his elbows to strike, and was constantly testing her footwork with shin kicks and strikes and trips.

"I know you didn't but it's not just for you. That place is scared to death of D'vinn's wrath crashing down on their heads. They aren't apologizing for you and they could care less if you were hurt or not. But you are connected to D'vinn and that makes you suddenly worth groveling too. It's rather sickening how political everything has become now that Lloth is out of the picture, isn't it? They kiss the a** of the one who can wipe them out." She shook her head in disgust and then glanced back over at Zykariel. "He knows better. The more batter he eats, the more likely a stomachache is goign to be and the less cookies he gets to eat later." She said the last part of that a little louder so Zykariel would hear and then looked back at Sevilin, "Think you can handle plopping dough balls on a cookie sheet or will that defeat you?"

She knew he was upset but saw no way to make him feel better and deep down she felt he would be better off with his anger. That meant he was feeling like he was worth something and those bitches who attacked them should pay. She wasn't about to mess with progress so she stood and walked over to them instead. Handing Sevilin a spoon she said, "Just use this to get the shape and drop them onto the cookie sheet. Dough is a little easier to control than a liquid. And you," she said picking up Zykariel and setting him on the floor, "Are going to go wash your hands. How much of that dough did you eat?"

He looked a bit sheepish. "Umm, not that much?" He giggled and then walked to the sink but he couldn't reach it. "Mommy?"

She glanced over and shook her head. "Might be easier to use the bathroom sink but here we go." Lifting him up, she braced him between the counter and her leg and let him wash his hands. "You ate too much of that dough didn't you? Zykariel...you know your tummy is going to hurt later."

"Maybe not. I didn't eat that much of it, I promise."

She chuckled, "Patience is a good thing to have. Other than that you just need a feel for when its done and then you are set." She watched him and was once again hit with how precisely he did everything. It was amazing how compulsive he really was. She let Zykariel finish washing his hands and then walked over to stand beside him and gave her approval. "Very nice, Sevilin. Now just stick them in the oven. Zykariel and I will keep an eye on them so they don't get burnt."

Okay, shoving cookie in oven. Though he watched perplexed at the thing a moment. "And I do that do...and yes the temperature is right and everything and I don't wait too long." Yes but that didn't mean his cookies were okay when they were supposed to be. He did everything right...it just never worked. But he walked over to Zykariel, picking him up and plopping him on the table, going about checking him over again. After all, he hadn't done that today and he needed his reassurance.

"Correction." She jerked her free thumb at Piper. "You fear her." Oh she was a bold little thing wasn't she? But she didn't get much time to gloat now did she as he advanced on her, throwing her on defensive. Though Isle was more keep to duck or strife and avoid than to let herself be blade locked or let her blade do a lot of defending either.

Her drawn dagger did a lot of blocking if anything, but the little thing also seemed to be making visible misty cuts in the air as well when it was swung. Curious thing wasn't it? Though she didn't slow down long enough for Malik to even ask a question. That shadowstepping of his did her no good in putting up a battle rhytm, seeing as she couldn't keep him in her sights. He wanted to play that way did he? Well Isle could do that too...just in a different manner. "Fine we'll play on your terms." This the next oppotunity she got, much like Malik would do, she seemingly stepped out of visual existance. Let's see how he likes being attacked from practically anywhere.