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"Yeah, guys," Stryphe said, calling out to everyone, "I suggest we do get moving as quickly as possible. We don't know if that thing called for backup or what."

He tossed his head from side to side, cracking his neck.

"And I don't want to be hit by another surprise missile, frankly."

((Alright...I'm not sure where everyone is, so I'm going to assume I can see everyone, or at least Sey and Alber.))

An unusually large black cat crested the hilltop. Though it seemed a domestic short hair, it was nearly the size of a panther. Any who sensed auras and knew Owle Isohos would recognize its spirit as that of the shapeshifter.

The cat's great green eyes fell on Sey, and the man who carried her in his arms. A flood of emotions came to her; she liked Sey, and had been worried about her. Flare had told her as much. So Owle had to keep her safe...

Hi, Miss Sey. Boy, do you look worn out, Owle sent to the white mage. The familiar touch of her mind on the priestess's might seem somehow wrong to Sey, though...Owle was going further, probing deeper than she ever had before, even when her powers were not under her full control. The snakes that were Owle's telepathic power curled around Sey's mind, drawing upon her fatigue to make her fall into a gentle sleep. If they accomplished their task, then there they remained, making sure the white mage would stay slumbering while Owle did what she had to do.

((I don't think Sey has much of a chance of resisting this, given how tired she is already. sweatdrop If for some reason Sey's mind is guarded against Owle's now, I'll edit my post.))

Flare stayed hovering far above the hilltop as she approached. She was holding a nice large bit of fire energy in her hands, and just waiting for a target...

Truewind glided up to the crest, checking and rechecking his protections. Careful not to disturb her, he wove the net of his wind magic around Owle, then called down the wind spirit floating above their heads.

You're injured. he admonished the tiny, golden-skinned man. Shrugging, Ender returned to his place inside the pocket of Truewind's jacket.

Stryphe had never sensed any sort of shapeshifter, so even if he had thought to use his sixth sense, he would not have known what the panther-looking animal was. All he did was look at it, not being far from Sey, and probably closer to the animal than Sey and Alber were, since Stryphe was still at the top of the hill.

Odd, that it would be in a place like this...

"Get out of here, you," He said to it, "this isn't the place for you."

And what was Sey going on about? Owle was here?

"Owle? Isohos?" He questioned as she began to fall alsleep, "What about Isohos? Sey, don't go to sleep. Tell me about Isohos."

But she was gone.

"Cat?" He turned to Allen, "What cat. Show me where the cat is."

The cat suddenly became a startled looking young woman, backing away from the drawn blade and holding her empty hands out before her. Her long, tangled hair was blue, her arms and calves splattered with armored scales, and her eyes a lighter brown, but her face was still undeniably Owle's. Stryphe should recognize her; she knew his name. And the winged man, Allen. And James Black! He was here, too!

And Abel...she owed him something. Something precious.

"Calm down...please," Owle said, continuing to back away slowly, hoping they'd listen.

((Sorry, Miss Sey. It was either I take you out or Flare did. sweatdrop ))

And Sey slumbered on, dreaming of cute black haired, green eye'd babies... Or brown haired, red eye'd babies... Or black hair'ed grey eye babies...

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