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"I don't see why not... I mean not on the way there of course, that's half the test... Can you make it there or not... It's on the way back that I think I can do it... You know what tho, if he wants to make a stink about it let him..."

Once more Whisper dug into her pouches pulling forth a large sapphire from one of the smaller pouches, lifting it up she intoned,

"Tlu udossta solen lu' kyorl l' aluinen pholor, flohlu Morgana lu' kyorl ilta ril mumbaro, kyorl nindolen aluinen pholoren lu' xun naut izin dosstan ulu inbal thir'ku, jous er'griff ywrazz."

Once these words were spoken she tossed the sapphire at Morgana, before it could be caught however, it hovered up and the larger 'eye' portion oriented towards her, spinning every few moments the pointed end of the cut gem pointing towards the sky, it moved in the air around her.

"There, when we get back there will be a record of all that has happened.

"From what my father told me the day my ex stepmother left the cliffs... Well it was a lot of things, things he was willing to forgive her if she had just stayed by his side... He suspected a few things of her, and she proved the most painful one the minute she left him standing there, needing someone close to him as he went through a rather rough transition... My father, through his youth was not a very intelligent man... He made a lot of mistakes, and I'm sorry to say that I was probably one of them... I don't blame him for meeting my mother, she wasn't the best for him and she lead him down a path he probably should not have gone... Regardless of that, my father loved and cared for me and I will not fault him that..."

Turning her gaze to look at Morgana, Whisper took a deep breath.

"All I can really tell you is what I know of his history with her... After his divorce from my mother, during my father's more... angst ridden part of his life, being an amalgamation of so many beings that he wasn't sure what he was anymore... Dealing with memories that I think still bother him but he has decided to just let go. He met my last stepmother and they became friends, after my father divorced my mother, they became more than friends, which is how my three half siblings came about in rather rapid order... I'm sure you already know, my father is a very passionate man, and has a difficult time keeping it in his pants... Another fault of his that he unfortunately passed on to most of his children..." Shaking her head Whisper waved her hand to make sure Morgana disregarded that last remark as anything hurtful. "A story for another time..."

"Suffice it to say... My relationship with my Stepmother was... Something I'd rather not shine too much light on, but it was far from healthy to start, and thankfully I grew out of it and let certain sins lie. I am not a clean soul by any stretch of the imagination Morgana, I have... Done things, certain... acts... That some would consider depraved and lewd, and at the time I would not have understood why. Now as I have grown older and more learned I have come to realize why, and I do not fault them for thinking that way, because I agree with them. I was born with sin, my mother was a vampire, a damned soul... But regardless of that fact, I feel that I am not a bad person..." Again Whisper shook her head keeping her eyes on Morgana when she stopped. "Listen to me, I sound like an angst ridden teenager..."

Reaching into her pouch Whisper pulled out a long slender knife and spun it around on her fingers. "Joman taught me how to use this to kill a man one hundred and fifty different ways... He's a kind man, almost pacifistic.... But he still can't deny some of his baser instincts... He loves his knives, but not more than me," Whisper laughed a little at that, before slipping the knife back into her pouch.

"But you don't want to hear about my husband, you want to know about my father... I apologize for the segway... Regardless, there was a point where my father had a friend my mother did not like... My father stopped seeing him for a time, in fact, I don't know if he's seen him since that time... But during a very bad, bad turn of events, which my father is still uncertain of what happened... My father began to lose trust in my mother... I don't blame him."

Rolling her shoulders and taking another deep breath Whisper continued, "The event came to ahead at the very same cliffs we just left, during a war with the rival clan, the Ravens... They had us outnumbered and they had us pinned down... My father faked his death, and planned to use alchemy to solve our problem... My husband's people came to our aid and assisted us in the night, thinning the enemy numbers every so often..."

"It was during this time, that my father's body had an allergic reaction to the massive amount of foreign... being inside of him... My father is a Dragon, pure through and through... at one time he was as I said, and amalgametion of many things... That day, that all changed... and my stepmother... She couldn't handle it, he needed her and she could not accept that her 'husband' had become what he had always been at heart... What clinched it, laughably as it was... was when he cut his hair so that he could move about the other Dragons and not give up the ruse that he was dead... My father once had extremely long hair, but finally he saw the light and cut it... I was so happy to see that happen..."

Laughing a little Whisper wiped her eyes a bit, moving slightly pink tears away from her pale skin.

"They had a massive fight... and she vanished... That was one of her 'skills' to vanish... and she left... left him all alone to deal with his most trying time alone..." Sighing Whisper looked up at the sky, moved her hands to her hood and lowered it veil and all covering her face, before digging into her pouches to pull out a pair of black leather gloves that clung to her hands like a second skin.

"And that is how my stepmother hurt my father to the point that he was... To the best of my knowledge... Also, I apologize for putting on my gloves and veil it is no insult to you... The sun is rising soon, and my skin is very sensitive to light..."

"I don't think you want to know how he is feeling if any of his old mood swings are any guess..." Whisper shook her head and frowned, though it was not visible through her veil.

"Yes my stepmother was not the nicest person in the world, she tried to pretend to be, but her true colors shone through easily, it was part of the reason I moved here so quickly... Tho it was here that I met Joman, so I decided to stay with him here, where we could make a new life for ourselves..."

Sighing a bit she grumped. "I really, really hope somebody went and told him I'd be gone... He'll freak out otherwise..."

"No, no it's fine, Joman's a big boy and can take care of himself, and if he can't his sisters are there to make sure he does..." Shaking her head slowly Whisper looked up at the sky again, making a slight hissing noise.

"Cursed bright daystar..." She chuckled a bit before reaching into her pouch and pulling out her knife again, running her gloved fingers over the blade.

"Not only that... But... Well, it allows me to get to know you... The real you... So tell me about yourself,"

"Well..." Whisper chuckled rolling her shoulders a little like her father often did. "Why don't you just start at day one? I mean, I kinda want the whole life story you know?" Shaking her head she turned and smiled at Morgana before chuckling. "I mean... If you're up to it..."

Reaching out she patted the hellhound on the side, it looked up and sniffed her hand before resuming its slow observation of the area around them.

"Sounds... Interesting..." Whisper said as she leaned against the hellhound while she listened to Morgana speak. "I mean, terrible and tragic at parts, but it seems to have come out alright in the end," She smiled, but again it would not be seen through the veil.

Shaking her head slowly she stood and stretched. "We should get moving... We're burning daylight and most of this area is hunted by the cliffs during the day, the farther we get today is the less we have to travel tomorrow..."

"There are probably some deer out here, or some antelope, there might be bigger animals, and there are bound to be predators of some sort roaming about..." Whisper said as she started walking again, the hellhound rising up onto it's legs to walk with her, the little fire orb that had been giving them light moving with her as well.

"Just pick something, I can always have the hound sniff it out... Or we can look for tracks..."

"Unless I command him otherwise or we come into contact with a demon more powerful than my spell yes," Whisper said as she walked, brushing the Hellhound's scaled skin with her fingers as if it were just a horse or a very big puppy. "Useful if risky,"

Shaking her head a little she looked about the landscape, but her vision was hampered by the veil, a necessary evil she knew, but it irritated her none the less.