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"No worries there queeny. I heard all sorts of storied when with the elders. I had to know how to handle all sorts of situations. Though it's different when it's a good friend who is in trouble. But like I said no worries. I'm just happy that ya like me around 'cause I like being around and don't plan on leaving." Tempest said looking up from the pattern designs and smiled at the queen. She was way better to talk to than the stuffy elders.

Allen thought it was odd as well.
"Perhaps the queen was troubled by Lord Dracien being here. He never shows up much and is the master of the naval fleet in Telsa. If he is coming here there may be a possibility of something sinister. Though I prey that the lord truly is here for something minor." Allen said. He enjoyed just talkng with Dialh like this just being around her made him feel at ease.

"There have been rumors of something being called a black plague coming towards the docks of Telsa and possibly Llyr. Also there has been an attack on one of Dracien's ships that doesn't really seem related to our... Perdicament from a couple of days ago. I believe that may be why the lord is here to warn you and the queen of such. And the fact one of the ships at dock went under from a man in armor may or may not have to do with it." Zypher said calmly and easy to understand. Mitachi had a way of zoning out during long complicated talks.

((Holly crap the 2 liter dr(It only cost me $.85 holy crap that's awesome!). Perky hasn't been doing me any good here. I;ve been making typos like crazy cause I can'r seem to stay awake here. So I'll have to just leave otherwise I might start typing junk that not even I will understand. So night folks))

Katherine gave a warm smile to her. "Thank you Tempest it means more to me than you know." She spoke as they wrapped things up there and she went up stairs finally to see Matachi. "Sorry I have been so bussy lately with putting things back in order." She spoke shuting the door.
((night night))

She sighed ploping down on the bed. "Dracian doesn't just show up and not want something. Then run out the door. Something is going on and i don't like it very much. I just.." She looked sad for a moment then looked to him with a smile he was so lovely it killed her sometimes.

"Yea from the invasion.." She then turned laying on his chest her head aginst it. She smiled then. "When you saw my father what did he say?" She spoke softly thinking about him what he would do.. he would have none of it.

"Whats that?" She spoke looking back up to him.

Katherine layed her head back down. "Do you think everything will be alright?" She spoke softly her hand stickleing his stomach slightly.

Katherine lifted up then and kissed him forming her form aginst him. ((nighty night))

He was always awake early the people about would come to find out. He had gone to bed late as well.. It seems he had been up swinging that heavy sword. He would stand out in the middle of the parade grounds while the sun was still down, it would be up very soon as the stars were no longer visible and the sky was just beginning to lighten up in the east. He felt.. home? His right hand lifts, and he would stare up the edge of this weapon of his, out towards the rising sun. It was cold, as the cool night air still hung about, and he seemed as still as a statue as he would contemplate something or another. Who knew, except that he would watch with that blade. Who was he? Why did he feel home here? What was his old life like, as his form is very scarred, not only that but his presence brought with it that familiar scent of battle, the barracks were not unfamiliar to him as he was somehow used to it already, and his hands held a thick layer of callouses. These hands that now grasp this weapon as though it weighs nothing. He needed.. a heavier weapon.. he needed a longer blade, why did he feel that way? He was to slay something with a large weapon, this he now knew after hours of contemplation. The stars were gone for the day and he already missed looking at them. He could now visualize long, cold nights of violence, but what he fought, who he fought.. it was a blur. A trek.. or a pilgrimage.. Something. That old man had been right, and so had the Soldier. Being here is where he needed to be. His hand would lower after a long bout of thought, its tip landing upon the ground. His long hidden ancient bloodline would bring about that air of omnipresence for but a moment as his foot steps forward and he swings downward with one hand. The tip of his blade halts just above the grass. This would force the grass to ripple outwards due to the force of that swing, it was almost majestic as there is no dirt that flies into the air from the force, simply the lowering of the ground a couple inches in a perfect sphere for ten feet in every direction. He seems to blink out of this, a bit confused at how he has done this. The tip of his blade lands upon the ground once more and his chin tilts upwards as that wondering gaze travels up towards the sky.