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"Yes," Darian replied, "We were at your home when the curse took hold of me. You took some of it upon yourself, which is likely when your memory's foggy. Then you left, and your timing couldn't have been much better. I heard that Sanyu, which would mean you, came eventually, but from what I've heard I'd been knocked out by the roof of a shed by that point."

"I suppose we're both lucky you didn't then," Darian laughed, "Although it kinda seems like you're getting the short end of the stick. I just noticed that you mentioned Sacre Plata. I remember her well. If not for her assistance, I would not have regained my memory, although there are still some holes."

(Too complex? Did you forget that we're RPing something we talked about in other RP's probably at least a year ago?)

(Editted. This more what you wanted?)

Margem smiles a bit and, hugging his arm, says, "I wouldn't say the short end of the stick. Ares wasn't as good looking and funny as you. More wealth but less love with him."

She shakes her head, "No. I'd rather spend my time with you."

Ktra sees the two coming down the road and continues walking towards them. "Darian. Margem. The helicopter's here. You wanting to go to the hospital or not?"

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Westley automatically transforms back into his human form, most of his energy drained from his wound so that he doesn't have enough energy to maintain his cougar form. He partially wants to escape from where he is - a natural instinct. He knows that Lael and Crisa are nearby, however, so he can relax.

Jay sits near Westley, Kitara in his arms. The female elf laughs a bit, her face creased with a bit of pain.

"Azu i el pel, actif i el jove," she says to Jay in her natural Elven language.

"Nue hij ten el pel azu? Maldi..." he says, the last word sounding harsh even in Elven.

The woman laughs but says nothing as another wave of pain sweeps over her.

Jay says, "She told me that she just realized the color of our son's hair. Blue."




((OOC: "Azu i el pel, actif i el jove" - "Blue in the hair, active in the youth". Kitara and Jay will explain, don't worry....))

"An Elven saying."

Kitara finally is able to catch her breath, her pain subsiding for a bit, and says, "Azu i el pel, actif i el... jove."

She swallows and lies her head down on Jay's chest.

"Blue in the hair, active in the youth," Jay translates, "A blue haired elf is known to have more energy in their youth than other hair colors do. We were kinda hoping, against all hope, that our son wouldn't have blue hair but with the both of us having blue hair... Genetics were against our wish."

Kitara whispers, a smile on her face, "Blue haired male elves are the worst. They get into more trouble than other young elves. ...even now, for Drenien."

"Loads," Kitara says, hurting again.

Jay wraps his wife in his arms and says soothingly, "It will be fine."

He nods to Lael, "It will be alright but it'll probably just worry the heck out of us, like now."

"Speaking of mischief makers, where's Darian?" Kitara asks, around her pain.

Jay shrugs, "No idea."

"We'll have to remind him to tell Margem about the Elven sayings..."

The male nods, chuckling.

"Eh?" Darian laughed, "My scarred, pointy-eared face is better looking than his? Guess the rich boys aren't always good looking if he's that hard on the eyes." The elf grinned and threw his arm around her shoulders. "So, I guess we should let Ktra know if we're going or not."