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Heron pulls on the little string, and it comes loose in his hands. The paper also loosens a little, but does not come undone.

Aerith can't help it. A smile forms over her patient lips, and she narrows her eyes faintly as she glances to Heron. "Nice try," she tells him, humour lightly laced into her words. "And one should never pass over the simple answers, for sometimes they really are true. But not this time. You ready Nay?"

Heron frowns at the little unopened parcel in his hand, but his sisters words bring him out of his disappointment.

"That sounds possible, but wouldn't that be the same as trying to dispel something? Just undoing what was done. Unless..." He thinks again, placing his thumb and forefinger to his chin. He snaps his fingers, "Unless it's a matter of not necessarily dispelling the weave...I think you've got it Nay Nay! Go for it!" He says excitedly.

Aerith watches them intently as they discuss this new theory. She was impressed at the way they were using eachother's mistakes to build upon a foundation and improve their chances of finding the right answer. She watches the timid girl concentrate, and smiles as the package suddenly springs to life, expanding to it's original.. although now a bit crumbled.. size.

"Well done," She tells them simply. "I will report back to the Kae'dryn. To finish your task, you must now finish the rest of the packages and figure out the proper place for all of the items within. If anything was, or is, damaged in the process, set them aside and we will replace them later."

Giving them an approving smile, she nods in parting and heads out, disppearing into the main room once more.

Her eyes widened in delight as the package grew to proper size upon the counter, her heart skipping a beat with the excitement of it all. Brimming over with happiness, she remains silent until Aerith leaves them. She almost squeaks as she returns her brother's embrace, a flush filling her cheeks at the compliment...

Only to be replaced by a powerful twitch as he mussed up her hair... AGAIN.

She pulls away promptly, glaring at him as he moves to begin on the rest of the packages. She runs her fingers through her hair, combing it back into place, and considers her revenge. Shifting to the original parcel, she begins to pull out the items within. A strange white speckled melon of some sort, a dusty bottle of oil... She squints down at the last one. Dusty? Glancing at her hands now, she realizes that her fingers have been coated a fine white powder. She scrounges through the remaining objects and finds a bag of flour that seemed to be leaking. It must have been pierced by something when the parcel was squished. She thinks to herself. Her eyes narrow and she steals a glance at her brother.

Payback time.

Lifting out the bag, she sets the dusted bottle on the counter and waits.. waits until he is reaching for something.. Gripping the top of the bag with both hands, she swings it to plow into her brother's shoulder, white powder exploding into a small cloud that dusts a small circular area of his hair, shoulder, and face with whole grain goodness.

"HA!" She squeals triumphantly with a grin.

Never mistake tears for sadness...
It was a sort of relief that Tali was no witch though Eva knew that made little difference. Still, it was a comfort to her agonized conscience. Perhaps it would make no real difference in the end but...her thoughts stilled abruptly as Tali made her off-hand reference to Eva's own heritage. Self-consciously she reached up with one hand to cup her right ear. The small though noticable point was still there, of course, but she had convinced herself once more that it was barely noticable. The small defect had certainly gained her enough attention in the Cathedral during her youth. Even after Eva had proved herself time and time again, her heritage kept her separate from the other humans. With the taste of bile in her mouth, she dropped her hand and turned slightly away.

"My father left before I could learn."

Her words were quiet but heavy with bitterness. She barely even knew his face... Ky interupted that train of thought before she could descend too far into her melancholy. She straightened slightly as he approached, herexpression smoothing once more though far more blank than meditative.

"Not at all. You bring news of what is to be done with us...?"

It was more of an afterthought that she made the statement a question but then Eva did not care much for any sort of pretense at that moment. It was more of a reflex, that deference.

...that will only bring you grief.

He clears his throat and addresses the both of them, "As a matter of fact I do. Tomorrow I will be heading to the elven territories on a diplomatic mission to gather allies for our effort against The Beast. I find myself at an impasse though as I have little experience in the territories, or with the elves. Therefore I would be grateful if the two of you could accompany my small band." He looks to Eva, "I could used someone well versed in archery."

He then turns his attention to Tali, "And I am certain you may be able to assist me in the matter of navigation."

He shrugs faintly and shakes his head, "Unfortunately I have not been made privy to that information just yet. Our official destination will be made known tomorrow when I confer with our team leader. On the other hand if you have a suggestion as to where our first destination should be, I would be more than happy to hear what it is you have to say."