Welcome to Gaia! ::

A figure joined Qarah and Ying. She walked through the two horsemen, though her presence pushed them aside, a woman that looked almost identical to Medea, with long braided black hair. Where Medea was fanatical she was composed.

< Allow me. > She took the staff from Ying; pried it easily from the Conquest horsewoman. She smiled, and it wasn't exactly nice, translucent fingers clenched tightly around the base of the staff.

< Welcome home, brother. > Both her and the staff faded away.

Qarah watched as the newcomer came to take the staff, took it easily, her very aura sweeping Qarah aside like it was nothing. Brother, she had said, and Qarah admitted to itself, quietly and reluctantly, that she had best right to this thing that had been an Elder.

The one who had been guarding the staff apologized to Qarah once the other was gone. Qarah rose to its feet and tilted its head at her. "There is nothing to forgive," it said, and turned to go away to the fighting. She had done what she deemed right, and though she had irritated it by thwarting its curiosity, it held no particular personal malice toward her. It would have done the same if it had something to guard.