Welcome to Gaia! ::

When Devi returned he would indeed find a reply written in elegant looping handwriting done in charcoal just under his own note. "Dear E'lov. I see you have chosen to keep your shortened rider name. While I certainly don't approve of your actions I can understand your reasoning behind them. Devith however still feels your best use in life currently is to be skinned and used as a rug, but that's Devith. I am willing to perhaps write to you though do not expect any information out of me seeing as I have no way of knowing if you are being sincere or are merely acting as a Revolutionist spy. How is Magith doing? Did the bite wound Devith gave him heal all right? Both Devith and myself have recovered from our injuries just fine and made it through the fighting relatively unscathed. I can't say the same for one of our other clutchmates though. I hope this letter finds you well and for now I accept your apology.

Sincerely
Hekate"

Devi would also likely fill E'lov's mind filled with pictures of many many flits and a woman. He'd likely recognize her face as the same as Hekate, but her hair was longer and pulled by from her face by a hairclip in the shape of a rampant feline. She was also beginning to mature from what he could see, losing more of the flirty teenish appearance she'd had when he'd last seen her and growing fully into her already well developed curves and taking on a more darkly seductive appearance. This image however was also accompanied by one of a very large, very dark, very scary silver dragon with whirling red eyes. Apparently Devith was growing as well.

That is until the illness began to sweep through the ranks… paralysis, seizures in some and death in a number of people. The worst part was that it struck anyone. The Dragonriders, it seemed, had been successful but at what cost? Men, women, and children were being made sick by the tainted supplies. Even Keller was not immune to the poison and was laid low, some fearing the illness would take him.