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~Truinthil was in the chamber perhaps half a mile below the fortress and was contemplating going up and giving the girl an audience. He shrugged though and remained in meditation, well below and well hidden from the girl. She wasn't extremely important at the moment. Perhaps in a little while. Perhaps.~

*Athaele walked down the hall with a relaxed pace, she wasnt really going where in peticular, just walking, she turned the corner, thinking to herself*

* Athaele sensed someone else in the Fortress and grinned to herself then stopped at a door on her left, walking into one of the palors, she looked about the decor was red and black in a victorian style, she walked over to the fire and stared into in, thinking to herself still*

*she looked up from the fire and turned, she seemed belong in the time period of the room with her attire, a dark red victorian dress trimmed with red lace, a bustle train in the back of the dress, the bodice top of the dress semmed to acentuate her hourglass figure even more so, the color of the dress making her crimson lips stand out more. Her hair was in loose raven curls that fell over her back, shoulders and chest. She smirked at him* You say it like it's a bad thing Truinthil...

In a way I do I guess... although mainly our...relationship for lack of a better term, is strictly bussiness... which is probally most of the reason I spend some of my time here....that and a lack of company at the Temple...

Heswina had just entered the underground fortress, and was annoyed as hell. Countless nights had she been trying to snag Truinthil down for a few minutes. With Mastema back on the loose she was begining to grow nervous. That demonic monster of a man would ruin everything she had, so delicately and difficultly, built. Standing inside the room of doors she tapped her feet a bit irritablly, thinking about how to draw Truinthil out. An idea snapped at her and she was quick to obey. Embracing the True Souce, the warmth and life spilling into her body, Heswina began to form simple weaves. The weaves were nothing of any real value to anyone, they were simply spirit, air, and water, that one used to mangify the view of their auras. Heswina used it to increase the bright glow of Sadiar that now flooded into the room and around the immediate area. Truinthil, and herself, were just two of the very few people who knew of, and could wield, the One Power as a weapon. That being the case only Truinthil and herself were the only two in the area that could feel Sadiar being channeled.

As Do I...I can't tell what your future actions will be...but as you say what ever comes to pass will....and I'd rather not have Minions running around my temple....I spent too much of my time taking out that pitiful garbage that thought they had claimed it...but If I wanted to talk to you I might as well come here and talk...no sense in talking to the clone...I can still tell the diffrence... *she turned looking in the fire and sighing then turning and taking a chair across from him*