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Alihi hadn't moved from where she was seated on the ground, not willing to let go of her child even for a moment. She wanted to join Sue and the others and get food, yes, but she wasn't about to leave Amara behind. A hand gently stroked the sleeping child's hair as she looked at all the faces, mostly familiar but only a few that were not.

The tactician wanted to rest. She really, really did. At the same time, she felt that she should stay awake. Who knows when someone might need a tactician? And, well, they depended on her. So she let out a small sigh, shifting the child in her lap slightly so she wouldn't slip or anything. She would stay awake until she felt that it was alright to fall asleep.

... Words? Alihi turned her head towards the sound of the voice. Canas? She decided to listen quietly, waiting until he finished reading whatever he was reading (a letter?) before saying anything.

By the end of Canas' read-aloud, there were tears in the corners of her eyes and there were no words that she could even think of. An arm raised to her face and she wiped away the droplets of water that threatened to roll down her face. She unfortunately knew how hard it was to lose a loved one. She knew that it was hard to get over, with time and support from those you hold dear being the only cures. Plus, she could tell that he was already beginning to push the sorrow away, wearing a smile to make sure that no one would notice that he was hurting. It was hard to hide emotion, though.

Alihi gave a small, friendly smile and wave to her friend, Canas. I'm here if you need me.

Still recovering from his injuries and worn out from the fighting, Roy had fallen fast asleep. Ninian smiled gently at him. He looked so peaceful when he was sleeping. She hoped he'd sleep for a while longer yet to regain his strength. She had a feeling he was going to need it.

Assured that he was safe, Ninian let her gaze wander. Sue, Nils, FD, and a Wyvern Rider--Valter was it?--were gone, off to forage for food. Others were resting, worn out from the battle and their hasty retreat.

Her gaze fell on Canas, the druid reading something to himself--a letter? She couldn't quite hear him, but it sounded like it was from his wife. Listening carefully, Ninian's heart sank.

"I am dying, Canas."

Unconsciously she squeezed Roy's hand a little tighter. She let go, rising and walking over to the druid. He, too, was worn from the battle, and this letter was not helping his emotional state. Even though she was a dancer, Ninian knew how much effort the elder magic took out of a person; she had known Canas when they traveled together in Elibe. Even though he was the only dark magic user--though he'd lecture you about how it was elder magic, called dark by prejudice alone--he got along well with the other magic users, especially his niece, Nino.

But back during the fighting . . . wasn't the tome he'd used . . . Ereshkigal? Wasn't that the tome Nergal had used, back when they'd fought him? She was still dead then, just a spirit, watching the fighting from above. The spell had nearly sucked her in, trying to use her spirit as a part of the power that would explode outwards and harm her companions, her friends, and. . . .

Breaking away from that train of thought, another question presented itself: how had Canas gotten his hands on that tome? She could have sworn they'd buried it with Nergal when they'd buried the druid just outside of the Dragon's Gate. And what, if anything, did it mean

She quietly approached the druid, hesitant. "Um . . . Canas?" she began. "Are . . . are you alright?"

Victoria took Tristai's waterskin, drinking it down greedily. Shortly after, she leaned against a tree, comfortable for now. "Ah... thank you. That must have been what I needed, yes... thank you so much for being here, both of you. I never had to do so much healing in my life..."

Canas chuckled sadly. "No matter what, Ninian, Nothing can change the past. The best Magic cannot fix what is wrong. It cannot reverse death. Nergal for instance, Tryed to be a god, By creating life, from life. But someone had to Die to give that life. It is a perverse sense, of false greatness if we think such."

He healed what he could and returned, sitting across from Ninian. "Has it really been that long since those dark times? I suppose so. I have began to compile a book about the whole thing. People must know. Whether they choose to believe is irrelavant."

The figures slowly crept by and once the area was cleared, Ephraim took to the ground once more and moved further up the hill. He spotted a glimmer of light while was on the tree and wondered if it was the others...he just hoped he wasn't going to get attacked considering he looked liek a raggamuffin right about now. Never the less, he slowly approached the 'camp' once he spotted some people, still hiding in the shadows.

((Blah, quick post before I go blaarrrrggg X_x;;;; I just need to get him somewhere soooo post may not make sense but blah mad ))

Shinon nocked his bow and was shooting many different parts of a tree. He was bored there was nothing to do. Shinon let out a big sigh and went to retrieve his arrows. He then saw a boy with red hair sitting up looking a bit sleepy. Shinon walked up to him and asked, " Hey boy, what are you doing?" He sat down next to the boy and asked again, "What's your name?"

It was so terrible, the cold, the snow, the wind; they all pressed against Kris as he trod on, making his way towards the group of FEFers. The energy killing weather pounded against the weak manakete, who had lost his only companion in life to the blizzard. It was a horrible battle of will versus nature—No, none of these things were actually happening. In actuality Kris was just thinking up these random wild thoughts as he made his merry way up the mountain to join the FEFers. It was actually summer, so rather than cold and snow; it was quite hot and muggy making the skipping Kris was doing somewhat tiring. It was because the manakete wore heavy dark clothes to conceal his gender and to make it easy to sneak around... or away with ease.

If it wasn’t one thing it was another! Kris was almost horror stricken as he finally stumbled in on the group of guild members, quite literally. Ok, he really wasn’t, you could call him shocked, but that was just Kris being normal over dramatic Kris. I am shocked to discover that I… DON’T KNOW THESE PEOPLE! Go figure though, Kris had only ever met a few of the guild members and that was when he was pretending to be someone else. Hopefully they would welcome the overly feminine man with open arms and not bite his head off, if he was lucky. That and not figure out his gender if they knew what was best for them.