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The walk through the woods was going along nicely for Siy. She hadn't yet come face to face with mortal peril, again, and the walk itself was becoming enjoyable. Yes, her growing thirst was quite annoying, however it could be ignored. And thats one thing that Siymerleia had practiced and accomplished quite well.

As she walked, and thought of what had happened, and worried of the others, were they even alive???, she didn't realise how the woods were thinning. And when she walked out on to an even larger path, she was actually quite surprised to see all the people gathered for the fair.

There were many people gathered in the small space, and as soon as Siy stepped in to the crowd she felt the air squished from her lungs. The clohyrun tried to breath her fair share of air, but it seemed it was being used up by all the others there. Siymerleia contented herself with small quick breaths, as she made her way towards the stall which was apparently serving drinks of all sorts.

They had juice, and wine, and other spirits that gave off odd smells. One thing Siy didn't see was where the wa- Oh no, it was off in the corner. Away from the crowd, and in it's own little patch of air. She took a glass and chugged the whole thing down, before refilling it and doing the same. A few people looked at her oddly, and some smiled, laughing silently at her. When you're thristy, you're thirsty, She thought to herself as she drank her 3 glass much more slowly.

Augue Langley was not a pleasant Errai. In fact, he was far from pleasant. It was what made him such ruthlessly efficient and effective guard. One would imagine that the prospective capture, imprisonment, and even possibly execution of the man whom he loathed most in the world would've brightened him a little. It didn't. If anything, he was currently even more furious than normal. He and more than eighty other guards had finally gotten permission to come to Zilden Mertichard's "house" and arrest him on charges of heresy. When they arrived, they found a house that contained all the blasphemy Augue expected it to contain. While stories of his engineering prowess were certainly true , the less prevalent rumors of his obsession with magic were also apparent in the mess scattered about the house. And therein lies what was making Augue so furious. His guards were trying to move swiftly and destructively, but their progress was slowed considerably by the fact that there were papers, books and trinkets scattered everywhere around the house, making movement a very tricky proposition if one wasn't careful. Stubbing his toe on another old musty tome Augue cursed. He picked it up, and tossed ti aside, shouting out a reminder "Remember to save some of the papers that prove his blasphemous research into magic!" It was with some trepidation that one of his underlings responded. "Um sir....We're trying. We can't though." Augue's mood declined a little further. "Well why the hell NOT?" Augue's brilliant plumage ruffled a little. The other guard began studdering now, nervous of Augue's wrath. "W-W-Well sir....Tnere are stacks of notes here just....none of them make any sense. For example" the guard paused to pick up a piece of parchment on the ground and read aloud "'OooOooooOooOooO OOoOoOOOoOooooOOOOoOooOOOooo....' See? That's not blasphemous. It's just really strange." With an incensed huff, Augue shoved the guard over a nearby pile of books, causing him to topple helplessly into the mess. Shuffling on Augue called out "After you've gathered anything useful or incriminating, destroy the rest. Raze this place to the ground!" he'd just squatted down to examine an old leatherbound journal entitled Elementary Theories on Metamagical Physics when one of the guards appeared and said "Augue. We've found a secret passage in the library. I think you should see it." Augue stood up, smirking "Oh really? Well then. Let's see what other dastardly secrets you've been hiding Zilden T. Mertichard." and for the first time since he'd received the order to arrest Zilden, Augue felt better.

Looking over at Zilden, he shook his head. Why couldn't they just let either of them die in peace? Oh well.

He grabbed the Youland roughly by the shoulder and hurled her, quite literally, into the impromptu compartment that Zilden had just made for both of them. With the Youland inside, Valenarr squoze himself into the compartment, though he more or less just sat on the edge, holding on and facing outward. If need be, he could use some magic to keep these assailants from shooting down their ... craft? Was that the proper title for the contraption?

Valenarr decided not to care, as per usual.

"Shall we get moving?" He asked the two humans. "I'm sure they'll be upon us any moment now, and it would so hurt me to see anyone killed this day." He said sarcastically. Quite the opposite was his true belief. He didn't care who died... as long as someone did.

And if it weren't for the fact that Alexander seemed to be the only one able to fly this craft, Valenarr would've prayed for some divine force to just throw him into the air and rend him in two...

((It took me a while to figure out how to RP a plane))

It took Alex a moment to figure out how to be a plane. At least the transition from lizard to human was somewhat similar, but it felt as though he lacked moving parts of any kind as a ship. Clearly he found, after a few seconds experimentation, that he was in the wrong. As he rose out of the water, the ship began to hum a dull, baritone droning noise. The water riplled beneath him from the vibrations of this noise, creating poetically self-cancelling patterns in the otherwise peaceful stream below.

Out of the water, the full form of the ship was plainly visible. It was surprisingly simple, for what appeared to be a technological leap forward. The harmonics of the universe, nestled neatly in the engine of the ship, seemed to rend apart the rules of reality, defying them as an angsty teenager defies his parents, only with more success. The glowing orange orb seemed to amplify the harmonic frequencies, and was soon accompanied by three other like orbs, each humming a progressively higher tune than the last. The ship itself appeared more than utilitarian in design, as if it were more a work of art, and could only accurately be described as a folded lowercase letter "k" when viewed from the top, at best. It also appeared that Zilden had attempted to paint it a violent shade of orange, but hadn't finished the job, and as such, a full third of the ship appeared as a metallic sheen of grey, as opposed to the pearlescent paint. Oddly enough, despite the fact that it was being stored in water, there were no signs of rust or water-related damage.

Alex was pretty sure that no one got the chance to see this as he zoomed out of the lab at speeds unimaginable, the orbs, or apparently "options", following close behind. Any soldiers who may have been in the vicinity of the waterfall when the machine zipped out of the cave would have been treated not to the sight of a fleeing ship, but rather to a spray of delightfully refreshing water from an unknown source. In any case, he was making such time, that it took mere minutes before he arrived at a discrete clearing near the festival, taking care to make sure that the machine would be well hidden from view, or at least as well hidden as a bright orange painted massive chunk of metal could be hidden in a green forest.

Valenarr had actually stepped out of the plane before the Youland had, due to the fact that he was occupying the external hole that Zilden had made while 'creating' the compartment.

He was thankful they hadn't landed directly in the festival, but they were probably nearby. He would need some way to conceal himself, preferably his old robe, but that had been abandoned some time ago.

He wouldn't really be able to fashion a turban or any other kind of head covering, since it was his ebony-hued skin that most often gave him away. Gloves would also help, but he didn't seem to have any either.

His chainmail and swords would be awkward enough for wandering amidst a crowd of people, at that. His old robe probably would've been the best thing that he could've managed, being such of such a hated race.

However, unlike so many other situations, Valenarr said absolutely nothing. He did not comment on the ride, nor did he say anything to Zilden, Ash'rael, or even Alexander, whom he would've normally insulted about his flying skills. But instead Valenarr looked up at the night sky (it is night now, right?) and sighed.

Even this world's darkness could not replace the sight of stone above him...

Her thirst sufficiently quenched, she thought about moving back out in to the crowd. There were still too many people for Siy to feel comfortable, and she was quite content just standing there breathing, with everyone just leaving her alone. So her plan was to stand there until something better to do came along. Only, it just so happened that that 'something better' came along very quickly.

Siymerleia was putting her glass back down on the table when a streak of orange flew across the sky. It seconds it had already disappeared, and for a couple moments Siy was sure that she had seen nothing, merely a trick of the light. But when she looked towards the forest, in the direction the streak of orange had been going, she was almost positive that she could see glimpses of orange through the trees. Perhaps her mind was supplying those as well, but her curiousity was growing, and she was determined to put it to rest.

Siy practically threw herself back in to the crowd. This technique was actually more helpful than she thought it would be. People, though some glared at her, would rather move than be pushed over by a mad woman with odd skin. So in fact, she got through the crowd much quicker and with less invasion of personal space then she had before.

She crept forwards in the direction of the orange, thinking about how badly it was hidden, if something was even there of course. But as she crept she realised, exactly how do you hide something bright orange in a forest? It's nearly impossible. So actually whatever it was, was probably being hidden very well for it's colour and surroundings.

After a couple of minutes climbing through the brush and undergrowth of the forest more of the orange was revealed to her. It looked like a very odd plane/ship thing. Only about /3 of it were orange, the rest being a steel grey. The grey would have been better than the orange. Siy thought to herself, as she stared out at the thing. People began to climb out of it, but she couldn't see them well from her spot and didn't dare move from where she was, being safely hidden from view in this spot (or so she thought).

((Just left it open there. Maybe someone will see her foot...or her ear...or somthing else. Or she can see the people and realise that she knows them. Whichever.))

At first, when Ash didn't see Zilly, she panicked. Hadn't he gotten into the craft as well?! Hadn't he come with him?! Had they forgotten him back in his home with all the guards?! Her mind raced with possibilities, none of which were at all pleasant. Her entire thinking process seemed to stop when he showed up, though. First, relief, then confusion.

"Z-zilly, are you okay? Who's hiding behind a tree?" Ash peered over and didn't see anything at first. However, upon closer inspection, she noticed a foot sticking out. It wasn't noticable, since most of it was covered up by leaves. But...she could see something.

"Hey, there is someone over there..." she said, blinking. Slowly, she began to approach. A lack of common sense that often got her into trouble. It usually began with situations.

"Hello? Who is it?"