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Imo struggled to try to understand their conversation; the effort was a little bit like trying to untangle one particular thread from a mess of yarn scattered about a room; possible, but difficult, and easier with practice. He'd gotten used to normal human speech long ago--its thread was thick and easy to find, even without looking. Drow speech, on the other hand, seemed a line of the finest spider silk twisted into endless loops and hidden in the dark corners...

The ancient dragons could easily understand any language, from sheer practice if nothing else. Imolaured was having a tad bit more trouble, especially since he wasn't in the best physical or mental state to attempt anything remotely trying.

((short, but it wouldn't have made any sense for him to jump in on the others' conversation so suddenly...))

Imo's eyes narrowed. "I need no explanation from her. If anything, I feel one from you is required in this case, but I do not and will not demand it, especially as Yolanda has at some point found reason to trust you with Lasha's life." He shifted onto his haunches, raising his head to glare at the male drow from above.

Having stated his defense of Lasha, Imo returned to his quiet observation of the procedings. The drow had a right to state his own desire for an explanation, but he had no right to claim the desire for all three of them. The statement had rankled him greatly, no less for the fact that it resembled the beginning of unneccessary interrogation. Lasha would tell them what she wanted when she willed.

((I'm off to eat, back soon))

Yolanda, through all this time was thinking. Since she had nothing to say and could not even faintly understand the strange Drow exchange, she thought. Since they were in the mages district, the two of them were safe. However, there was a limit to her hospitality.

While she listened to the familliar story that Ravenar told, she wondered about Lasha's. She couldn't have left on her own will. There was something about her that seemed as if she did not exactly wish to be here on the surface.

"I agree with Ravenar," she stated, "If you don't mind, I would like to know more about your situation." She turned to stare at Lasha, her eyes holding little emotion, besides curiosity.

"I did not have to leave, you know." Ravenar said. "I could have faced execution, but the Grand Matron decided it better to leave me alive, letting me live the rest of my days in what she thought would be prosecution, torment and hiding like a coward... But no. I found a friend, one who decided to look beneath the cover and find what kind of person I really am..." He turned his back to the group.

He shook his head. "There was no choice in my matter. I was nearly flayed alive by the Handmaidens, and they dragged me, bleeding, before the Grand Matron, who, in her 'mercy'," He nearly mocked, "Healed me, then threw me out of the Underdark, unconcious..."

"And as far as finding a way back, Lasha, do you think you would be welcomed? They would think you weak because they are cold and heartless, believing only in strength in power and not good will, peace or anything that humans hold dear. Humans are much more logical, much more forgiving and kind. They are like us in ways, however few. But it makes no difference."

"Know that had I the choice, even if I would no longer be prosecuted for my power, I would still live here with the chances of being caught and beaten and possibly killed by humans..."

Ravenar was more than sincere about this statement.

"But my point is, Lasha, I know for a fact they would not take you back in. They are not that forgiving... They would see you weak for being kidnapped by humans and throw you back out again." Ravenar turned to Lasha, having had his back turned to her the whole time.

"You know I am right, Lasha."

Yolanda looked from Ravenar to Lasha, noting the tension between them. Clearing her throat, she decided to intervene.

"It's late, why don't we get some rest?" she offered, "There are rooms upstairs." Turning her attention back to the male Drow, she added, "You can stay too, if you like."

What little she had learned about Drow society, she had learned from Ravenar. It was so different from the surface where she had lived her life. According to her friend, the Drow were heartless and cold. After meeting two of them, she wondered weather it was true or not. Both were certainly powerful, but they didn't seem...like she had first imagined.

While she had been pondering, the faint edges of a vision washed over her, like a wave. It had been awhile since she had summoned a vision and even longer since one came of it's own accord.

The vision was more of a feeling than anything. Only fleeting images came, but the effect was like hitting a wall. The mage shuddered. Something was not right...something very bad was going to happen. Yolanda's hands began to shake and she needed her staff to steady herself. Her face paled as the vision assaulted her. Unprepared, she tried to push it away, but to no avail. Her dark green optics widened as the feeling of dread seemed to consume her.

"No..." she breathed, the room's temperature seemed to drop, although it stayed constant.

((Ooh! I wonder what's going to happen... ninja ))

"She has... magic... around her. Different from normal human magic, I think..." Imo approached the mage, sniffing carefully at her person from about a foot away. "It's... more like dragon magic than anything human. I doubt she has much control over it," he added with a slight frown of concern. "But I don't understand its purpose at all."

Imo sat back on his haunches and cocked his head to the side as he studied the human, tail twitching absently with his thoughts. He wasn't quite as attatched to Yolanda as he was to Lasha, but he had the same duty as a friend to both of them through their exchange of wares. After a couple seconds he yawned widely; the action of exhaustion showed off his long, thin, forked and blue-ish tongue against his canines.

((really short, but I gotta run. I'll come back and add more as soon as possible...

*edited* to be a bit better))

Yolanda shook her head, the vision finally subsiding.

"I'm fine, really. It was just...a strange feeling," she sighed and rubbed her head. Hopefully there wasn't going to be a headache tonight.

"I'll find you a place to sleep for tonight," She smiled softly, using her staff to stand and keep herself steady. The vision had been sudden, but not severe. Still, the feeling lingered like a cold wave, washing over her. She shuddered.

Her visions almost always meant doom. Rarely in her memory can she recall a happy vision. The problem with being able to read the future was that she was unable to prevent it. Once you were told what would happen, the future predicted would be inevitable.