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Hatred automatically raged through Siy's blood. This in itself made her even angrier. She was raised to never pass judgement on someone with out first directly communicating with them. Since she had not actually talked with the Mirrian and he had not actually addressed her, there was no one she could pass her judgement.

Across the sky lightning flashed, showing her anger and discomfort. And really the last thing she needed was to set a whole group of trees on fire because she couldn't control herself. It had happened before only then it had only been a bush. She couldn't imagine what would happen if all these trees set fire.

While her mind fumed Trask spoke of how he would die if he didn't get out of the rain. Cursing her own foolishness she scooped him up. Instead of putting him in a pocket she held him in her arms, so her own body heat might keep him warm.
"I'm sorry I started this. I really should think about the things I do." She whispered as much to him as to herself, before chasing after whats-his-name. The Mirrian.

"I don't think you would usually help so foolish a group as us. That is not usually. But since you have been exiled it seems to me you want a little company. Even if it is made up of people you think are inferior." She paused for a moment before speaking up again. "So tell me, how close was my guess??"

Siymerleia dearly hoped she hadn't offended him. That was before she realized that not matter how unconscious it was, offence had been her intention. Biting her lip to keep herself silent until his responce, she walked on.

Siy worked hard to hold in a smirk. Either her guess was bang on, and that was a sensitive spot, or her guess was so far off it was insulting. Either way she couldn't help but feel triumphant that she had pushed him so far as to threaten her with a katana.

"You were rather firm in your offer of guiding us to the town. I would consider that a form of help, wouldn't you??" Siy would have stopped there, but her tongue kept going. Weaving words, to make the cloth that is a rant.

"As for my incompetence I think that testing our guide is quite useful. At least I now know somethings and am able to follow you with out worry." It was true. Now that Siy had seen his little outburst he didn't seem quite so dangerous. He had threatened with his katana but had attacked with his words. This alone said to her that while he was cruel with his tongue and did not use it sparingly, he would probably take a lot of abuse, verbal that is, before actually striking out.

Despite the rain, Siymerleia allowed herself a small smile. Even though it had been ages since she had actually travelled with people she hadn't lost her talents. She could easily push someones buttons untill they were ready to drop kick her off the planet, and she could learn many usefull things about the people who shouted at her.

Siy returned to Ash, only to find her passed out. "I can't do anything for that except bind it up..." Siy said unhappily. Her eyes stung as the Mirrians words came back to her. Incompetent and fool. Just because I can't heal doesn't mean I am useless. Reassuring herself Siy wanted nothing more then to get Valenarr struck by lightning. But The Sky was out of control and not listening any more. So she stood there. Helplessly.

Softly singing to herself, Fa'Atnae gathered binding vines to cut off the circulation, hopefully stopping the bleeding long enough for the herbs to take effect. The red, reedy vines quickly closed around Ash'rael's side, and it took several large sticks between the skin and the vines to make sure that they did not sever Ash's body in half. The vines, renewed by the rain, attempted to disobey her orders to not spread, but she solved that by cutting off any buds that began to grow, and the plant soon stopped trying. Well, she thought glancing around for a dry spot, I doubt I'll be able to boil water for the wound, so this will have to do. If only this cursed rain would let up...

Scowling, she glared at Valenarr as though to say, Fat lot of help you're giving, jerk. She felt about ready to bash him, and by his stance he felt the same way. She attempted to remember the way to Adei, but the trail was far off, and the marks she had left eroded. Cursing, she turned to her new friends, feeling almost too weary to chatter. It had been a long day, and it wasn't even noon yet. "I'll climb the tree to get an idea of where the city is. Make sure the vine doesn't expand, and change the herbs if they turn brown." Ignoring the silent protests of the tree she had singled out, Atnae began to carve shallow footholds in the fairly smooth bark.

It seemed as though she had been climbing for an hour, though she knew it was only half of that. She had reached the top, and was able to see the city, though it seemed farther away from the tree tops. She briefly wondered if it was a smart idea to climb trees in a thunder storm, but quickly stopped that train of thought. The trees were fairly young, the oldest ones were only 100, another reminder of the festival. She could just remember the story...

It was said the world ended, that day. The sky rained fire, the ocean seemed ready to wash over the mountains, and the trees simply withered away. When all had seemed lost, a married couple had come, bearing the knowledge to survive. Escail and Midra, if she wasn't mistaken. They had spread the word of the sun, and the ancient knowledge to rebuild the cities...

Strange, she thought. It never mentioned the races of the dark. I wonder how they could have missed something like a Mirrian. She mused about this in silence.

The young Clohyrun watched Atnae climb out of sight. With a sigh she sat herself down on the ground. The mud tried to soak in to her pants but couldn't, considering they were already covered with mud. She tucked Trask in to the corner of her arm to better protect him from the elements.

"Trask..? Let me know when the herbs turn brown, okay??" It wasn't really a question, more of a statement, with a questioning 'okay' slapped on at the end to give the appearance of a choice. So with out waiting for him to answer she closed her eyes and began to push away the world around her. The water droplets clinging to her nose, the beat of rain on the ground, the mud surrounding her, Valenarr, Atnae, Ash'rael, everything was gone.

It was all replaced with a black void that she would use to create her own world. She was warm, and the ground underneath her was moist from a recent rain but dry enough to sit on. The Sky was blue, with only a few brave white clouds that dared to cast shadows on the surface of the planet. The sun was out, quickly drying all things soaked by the previous rain.
"Please??" Siy asked quietly. It appeared to her that the rain had lightened up, that the clouds had broken apart slightly. However she couldn't be sure. The rain wouldn't stop all at once, like how it began, it would have to slow itself down to a drizzle with Siymerleia persuading it, as best she could, to stop.

Valenarr continued down the path, almost to the town. However, something caught his eye. A sword, held at someone's side. He did not draw his own, just yet.

Ducking behind a tree, he listened to the chatter. They sounded like bandits or raiders, some group of people that would most likely have no honor... Figured. 'Blast... I cannot handle this many on my own... Perhaps those fools can help.'

Sticking to the shadows, Valenarr arrived back at the group of folks that he had left behind before.

"I don't mean to startle you, but I think the nearby town may be aflame by the time you get moving, so I decided to double back and hurry you up." He said, his golden eyes shining through the shadows.

"Just thought you might want to know." He drew his katana but hurled it into the air, turning, drawing his scimitar, and caught his katana fluidly. "Now, shall we be off? I'd rather see you weaklings get slaughtered by raiders than by the cold and your own ignorance." He noticed the rain was slowing down. "But please, do hurry. I'd like to have them attacking someone else than I..." He started walking again, having ample anger to at least take out a quarter of this raider group.

He walked down his own path of footprints, wondering if the raiders had taken notice of him. He wondered what they'd do, and he wondered how much of a fight they'd put up... and how they'd react to a Mirrian.

Valenarr had managed to spy this machine but get nowhere near it. He simply watched as they marched past, not paying a bit of attention to him as he lurk in the shadows, out of reach.

"What manner of magic is this? What manner of sorcery could conjure up a being such as that?" He demanded, wondering what on earth it was.

He looked as the raiders drew nearer to the town. "I must do something... But there are too many...."

He looked towards the creature. "Whatever may follow the strong... could follow someone else if persuaded." He had an idea. He'd get onto that large, metallic creature and convince it to aid them against the raiders...

...As soon as he devised a plan on how to get on it without being bashed by dozens of raiders.

"Really? I think your tongue slipped." Valenarr said to the woman beside him. "You will stay out of the way and not get yourself killed. I will find a way to persuade that large creature to destroy the raiders... hopefully."

He frowned, looking at her. "What? You expected otherwise? You're one of the last people I would trust to handle this group... Unless you could whip up a tornado or fissure to erupt beneath them and kill them all..." He scowled.

"Now, if you don't mind, go find a rock to hide under a tree to climb up in. Preferably out of the path of that creature... whatever it is. I'll handle things, since it seems like they're in my way." He turned towards the group of marching raiders, his golden eyes narrowing, gaining a hostile shine to them.

"And I destroy anything in my way." He said, grinning slightly. He held both Dyne and Ktonos... this would be quite an experience.

Siy began to laugh slightly. Valenarr was probably being sarcastic but a fissure and a tornado were along the lines of what she could do. "Sorry there's nothing I can do about a fissure, since it doesn't have to do with the sky. I might be able to get you a tornado depending on how I can sit on the ground. But one thing I can definatly give you is lightning..." Siy trailed off waiting for his responce.

She realized though that he might not believe her. Just to prove she wasn't joking lightning streaked down from the sky, dangerously close to Siy. It illuminated her eyes, defining the specks of silver, and looking for all the world like the sky on a clear summer night. For that moment her skin didn't shimmer, though it did seem to absorb the light. When the light faded she folded her arms. Her skin was back to it's regular shimmer, and her eyes were back to their regular black, with out the 'stars' as people reffered to the flecks of silver in a Clohyrun's eyes.