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She looked at Joe and Krisa with a sparkle of gratitude in her eyes as she said to Joe first. "I'm not sure how similar our magics are, but I'll do my best to learn as much as I can!" She then turned to Krisa and said. "I'll try my best to learn, but I've been told by the elders that wind fairies are only supposed to know wind magic. I'm not sure they would be happy to know that I was taught other magics, but what they don't know won't hurt them, so I'll do my best to learn your schools of magic as well!"

((Please excuse my moment of weakness.



I just needed a moment of immaturity.))

Merasha headed through the door, no longer caring about point of order anymore. She was tiring of lingering about the tower, and felt things had been suspiciously easy thus far. She paused, peering down the spiralling stone steps disontentedly. "These stairs only go down five flights... then you have to cross the floor over to a second stairwell. A terrible layout, I know. Keep your wits about you..."

"I'm sure there are more important things to say..." Talmaya said quietly. Her eyes shifted around before returning to looking at Daras. She felt her veil slipping slightly, and so she readjusted it, hitching it further up the bridge of her straight nose. "As for me... my name is Talmaya Naveh." She winced as she listened to Krisa and Joe's comments to Rena... but it was hard to derrive for what reason. Seeing Merasha had headed intot he stairwell, she calmly joined her, pausing along with her too stare down. Almost instantly, she grabbed a hold of a nearby wall, looking momentarily dizzy.

Joe was about to speak when he almost ran into Talmaya from behind, since she had stopped. He almost asked if she was all right, before realizing that she had already spurned his care, so he went back to talking to the group as he headed down the steps.

"Weapons are always difficult to maintain," he began, speaking over his shoulder. "To create a purely magical construct means to focus a large amount of mana and to maintain that focus. Doing so during a fight takes years of training, trust me."

He raised his hand with two fingers raised. "Secondly, control comes from practice. I'm not trying to say you don't practice or anything, but my best suggestion improving your control is to practice. I actually recommend sparring for that, since battlefield practice is the best kind for battlefield technique. I'd be happy to oblige you in that regard."

Krisa listened to Joe's words. "I see. I thought as much." She smiled. "Well, if we ever have any down time, that sounds like a plane to me."

She nodded at Rena. "Very well. If you wish to learn, I will do my best to teach you what I can."

Then she noticed that the group wasn't moving. Looking forward, she saw Talmaya had stopped dead in front of Joe. "Is there something wrong?"

Rena stayed close to the rear of the formation since that was what she was told to do. On the way down, she was ever so eager to keep any sort of attack from getting to her master. Luckily there had been no sort of action, and they made it to the bottom safely. Now looking around the hallway, she blinked and said to her master. "Master, who's blood do you suppose that is? Could someone have been hurt or something?" She wondered if someone had come to rescue her master, but put that thought aside for now.

Joe smiled instead of getting annoyed with the very talkative prince. He usually didn't allow anyone but his mother to call him Joseph, but it wasn't a huge deal. Better to let them do what they wanted, since Joe planned to leave soon anyway. To go back home.

At the sight of the blood, Joe drew the Saber and made his way to the front of the group. "Krisa, with me," he said crisply. "We'll go into the room first. Something's not right here." He placed a hand on the door and pushed.

Just beyond the door, the large spacious room was filled with a circle of individuals in dark purple cloaks. In unison they turned towards the door with their hands out. One half of them mae a complex gesture, and various weapons that had been stock piled to one side began floating and flying towards the hallway. The other half said a word in one voice, and a peculiar tension could be felt in the air. A smothering sensation flooded into the hallway. However, it wasn't a fleeting of breath or an heaviness, but a feeling of magical suppression.

Talmaya had listened only passively to any talk that was had during their escape route, and she herself had nothing to say. Thus, when they reached the bottom, she was quite relieved. In all truth she wanted to say things, but bit her tongue unable to think of helpful or kind comments. She felt, perhaps, if she had some fresh air and was on solid ground she'd be able to focus on being more affable. However, her hope was quickly squashed as she felt the oppresive sensation. She put her fingertips to her temples as the mark on her forehead vanished. "What...is....?" she croaked. Being not at the forefront, she did not see the weapons heading towards the hallway. That would be a concern more immediate for Krisa and Joe.