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Aside from the tolling bells, something new suddenly distracted her from giving an answer to Iyemina's question. As the bells above dulled to a small hum, the "oooooing" became clearer in Relíque's ear. Raising a brow, she turned her head to find it's source, and all too soon her eye caught sight of a floating and fluttering piece of cloth.

...

Yeah...it didn't do much to scare the Sorrow. She was the one who scared others (even if it was only for self defense), it was never really the other way around.

Casting a glance over at Mina, she silently questioned her on the current "ghost" situation.

Windia snickered, rising an eye brow slightly as the sound of thunderous pride struck through the dark hall way. She didn't really mind the infutile threats; bane or fear wasn't known to be a grand of uses in her head. Twirling a dainty curl from her teal-colored hair, she chuckled softly as she summed up for her next attempt. With a dabble of her hand, a rush of air swirled around her finger swiftly, whirling in a monotonous motion as she hovered over the decreipted ground. Hastily floating to the highest point above her, her finger quickly pointing down towards the ground where the two other Sorrow's awaited any sort of response. A flicker of a cerulean blasted down, the wind condensing in circles around the women. Although of course; it wasn't lethally used, as none of the wind muted towards whirling blades. Paper, and various small items and debris were uplifted from the ground, swirling around the room.

"Ooooo...That's such a spirited talk for such a lovely young woman...Hahaha...Are you sure you'd take on a fight with me?" Windia whispered into the gale of wind. Windia was quite talented in the art of being a Ventriloquist, capable of throwing her voice into the gentle rush of the air at will.

Relíque had earlier cast a quick, but unworried, glance at Iyemina, before returning to watch as a blast of azure wind flew from the top spire of the clocktower and down between them.

She watched the main source of wind with a blank indifference as her scarves, veils, and hair whipped around her face and body. A lace gloved hand gingerly touched the mask that covered her face, making sure it did not move during this small escapade.

"Your parlour tricks do nothing to cause fright, nor edge us to retaliate. Do stop, or you will soon enough know the real meaning of being affraid." Relíque tilted her head upwards to where the Crafter apparently perched. Her voice seemed to echo off the bells, gaining volume as it rose upwards, but still retained its soft shimmering, and tinkling, tone. She showed no hostility or any real want to fight back, or return tricks to the unknown other.... The pale Sorrow, who was most likely the oldest one of her race, did not instigate, or participate, in arguments, or tussles, if she could at all help it.

"It's most likely another of our race" she said. Relíque continued to look upwards, even when the wind stopped and darkness overtook the area around her. From the corner of her eye, she saw the light of Mina's little flame bounce around the walls, even though she couldn't see the other Sorrow herself. That was the off-side of having a one-eyed mask; one always had a blind spot... But no matter, Rel could still hear Mina's footsteps as they came near again.

In the dark, the pale Sorrow lifted the mask halfway down her face, her head still tilted upwards. She wasn't sure if they were really "safe", though she was almost sure this other being wasn't going to do much harm. ...And if they did.. well, it'd be dealt with in one way or another.

"Just don't relax all that much," Relíque stated softly, though she didn't express being on guard at all.

"Do you know about the Azoth?" Relíque asked, seeming to change the topic...

"Yes, and I believe that that may be the reason why we're seeing so many of us now. It's always felt stronger here, in London, and it seems others are catching on..." The Sorrow continued to look up, waiting patiently for the other to show itself again.

IndentIyemina grabbed a piece of wood, and lit it on fire as their torch. Before, Moonlight began to pour in from the sky since the clouds had moved on. "Someone should probably fix that," she mumbled to herself. Then she turned to face the other Sorrow with Cerulean Hair.

Indent"The name is Iyemina," she said, looking her over. She appeared to be young, but who would know better than herself and Relíque on how looks could be deceiving. "It is pretty obvious that you where the one who created that downfall breeze. Your name would be?" Putting a hand to her hip, Mina began to grow more curious about the Azoth and its perhaps 'awakening'.

As the small-winged one kept her cautions, Relíque kept hers up too. Single crimson eye followed the Windia around in an owlish fashion; catching every movement and facial expression of the other, while keeping her own no a minimum, or nothing at all.

"You've assumed correctly," she commented, but only fell silent once more before turning slightly to catch a glimpse of Mina and see what was on her face and thoughts.