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Monia looked at the hand on her shoulder, contemplating whether or not it needed slicing. Upon seeing its owner, she smiled warmly. "Yes. How have you been. And oh, by the way, what are you doing, why are you here, and how did you find me?" she kept the smile bright as she followed Dides and flicked a drop of blood of her face.

Dides sat gracefully into a cross legged position, talking as she waited for her old aquaintance to do the same.

"I've been fine, thanks for asking. I'm trying to lengthen your lifetime in this world as a human, and I found you as I always do. Your blaring anger!" she gave Monia a once over as a mother would a child. "How did you think I'd have found you, maybe asking along the way? You're harder to track by conventional means than a single ant." she fiddled with something in her sleeve as she eyed Monia's turtleneck, or rather, what made the neckline so lumpy.

As soon as Monia sat before her, Dides pulled the something out her left kimono sleeve and sliced a diagonally through Monia's turtleneck, exposing her collarbone. Her eyes widened at the huge amount of talismans and charms hanging on the silver chain.

"You have more than before," she growled as she unfastened a silver chain from around Monia's neck. "You said you had no need for any more." She held the necklace with her left hand as she wove a small square into the grass with a gentle sweep of her right.
She gently laid it down, watching carefully to make sure she didn't touch any of the many mazes of magic. Without looking she rotated her hand to repair the cut in Monia's shirt.

"See this one?" she coaxed a particularly tiny hex off the chain with the use of two sticks, not daring to use any magic lest she set off the bomb of magic that lay before her. "Who sold you this? This is a disgrace to the craft of hexes." She looked incredulously down at Monia, her back impeccably postured.

Dides somehow managed to raise herself, while sitting down, at least two inches higer than before. She cleared her throat and said "Your aunt knows nothing of the art of hexmaking and should have never tried to teach you anything. You would be dead now if I weren't here to save you again. Look." she beckoned Monia's attention to the necklace.

"The conjunction of these two" she separated them from the rest "Will trade your soul for a demons' if you activate this one" she pointed it out "And once your soul is in hell, this talisman will be tapped and your body will morph into a yet unknown creature. It would be ever so unpleasant for you if I hadn't come when I had. I will solve this problem for you by removing these incorrect combinations. Watch quietly and you may learn something. I won't be using magic, as that will inhibit your learning experience."

After teaching Monia a few of the trickier parts of understanding hexes, Dides stretched her back. The town she had ended up in was much simpler than she had expected, but at least Monia had been nearby. That was a plus, although she knew that Monia wouldn't appreciate her knowledge for long.

Even though living beings fear fire more than wind because they can see it, wind can create more havoc than almost any other element if provoked or given purpose, reason. The same guidelines apply to Dides and Monia.


Edit: This was just to fill anyone in on how I percieve the elements and how the elements intertwine with monia and darinomi. This may or may not apply to anyone, including myself. xp

Trudging up to Grazelda he eyed over the fighting ring. Standing there he looked over the town and sighed lightly. He turned to Grazelda.

"I think I would like to enter my name in the competition. Put me in as Mad. Yes, I do beleive that is a good name for me to fight under. Since the Inn seems to be closed, is there a place you could suggest for a good meal by chance?"

Lyra gradually adjusted her breathing, and began the task of acoustoming herself to life without a barrier. It was going to be difficult going on without it, but she never shied from a true challenge.

Relaxing in the cool waters, she finally set about inspecting her wounds. Thankfully they were few- small bruise on the back of her head- wasn't a whole lot she could do 'bout the headache that would come later. Her slashed arm was too deep for her to heal outright but she promted the vines on her arm to hold it shut, she had to promiss they wouldn't get cut again...'least not for now anyways.

Nearing the end of her bath Lyra senses a familiar presense, with a half growl she promply asks the water to go reflective. The sun multiplied so is almost blinding, and she sends a small current of energy to n** at his ankle for good mesure, she wasn't really peeved though...just an excuse to be playful, her genuine grin said it all.

When the silent one was gone, Lyra caught a glance of her reflection in the water, and started. Something was going to have to be done about that cut, but for now her main concern was her eyes...that blue color was odd...Lyra willed them back to silver, but had to contend with a steel grey, for they stubbornly would not change any farther.

Climbing out of the water she began to pick though her clothes, grumbling at ruining yet another shirt. She tore a piece from it and set it aside. Dressed in the remainder of her clothes, wearing her pettycoat without a shirt was...different, but once finished she pressed the wad of cloth to her face. Gathering her multitude of weaponry she turned and once again started for town.