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"Yeah I'm fine...something...hit...me, is all...yeah. Had more or less smacked on the metal clasp she used to keep her hair half pulled back, and metal bonking you in the head wasn't enjoyable. A pat to Lark's head and a smile to Galesen before merely continuing on. "How about we loiter outside? I don't like being inside buildings too much."

Sevilin gave a sigh, and merely flopped back on his back on the bed. "Alright, I'll stay with you. Though if the spider is that big and poisonous, then we have real problems." Scooting himself back on the little bed and onto the pillows as he righted his position, his son still sitting on him. "Will that do?"

Yup, Lark thought she'd done it and that wasn't a pleasant feeling. She clung tightly to Isle just fine with standing outside if that's what the other elves wanted to do. "We should play a game..."

Zykariel was much happier when his father moved to settled down on the pillows and laid down on his father's chest. "Yes, thank you Daddy." Thus snuggling down and going right back off to reverie.

Zahara? She was still passed out in Sevilin's bed without a stitch of fabric on whatsoever. Without Sevilin's body to keep her warm she rolled onto his spot on the bed, still heated from where he had just been, snuggled deeper into the covers and never left that state of reverie during the whole commotion. Then again she wasn't used to waking up for a small child's problems.

"Is that a human name for such a game?" Hey they played that back in Andal, but it wasn't called that. So she assumed it was some human thing...everything else around here was human, so why shouldn't that be too, right? "I assume it is the game where we look at something and describe it. I suppse that would be alright." She didn't particularly care what game, any one was fine. "What do you say Lharika?"

Sevilin? Merely laying there and staring at the ceiling...it wasn't like his sons bed was exactly comfortable for his adult self...after all the bed was made for a child not a full grown elf. Though he sighed and his eyes breifly peered up some as Nym chittered, standing on Sevilin's forehead with two front paws. "If I crush you, it's not my fault."

Lharika knew the game well, she'd played it with Daddy Kieran and Isle quite often when she was little to help pull her out of her withdrawn self. "Sounds like fun. But I want to guess first!" She squirmed until Isle put her down then stood tall and erect like she was supposed to and closed her eyes, holding out her hands straight up in front of her as though she was carrying something. "All ready."

Zykariel didn't sleep like a log either. He rolled all over the place and flipped and spun until at one point his feet were right in Seviln's face and his head was down by Seviln's knees. THus why Nym slept at the top of the bed. Kariel kicked way too much and he'd knocked hte ferret off plenty of times before. Unfortunately since Zykariel was using his father as a pillow he randomly felt like reshaping the thing by snuggling into it, knocking his head against it or jabbing at it with his hands.

Eventually Sevilin had righted the boy and draped an arm around him to keep him in place. Yeah this was fun. He loved his son but the boy sure had been acting strange lately, and Sevilin had a nagging feeling he knew what was going on. The signs were there after all.

First off, the sudden change in names. Zahara had almost always been Zara. Zykariel only called her mother when he was upset with her or didn't want to have a personal conncetion to her. Apparently he felt more connected by calling her Zara. Secondly, the boy had gotten suddenly clinging to his person...and Sevilin wasn't stupid, he knew the boy had pulled him into this room with a lie, and a poor lie at that.

"And I know you won't tell me, you're too much like me." Which worried him as well, because he didn't like the thought of Zykariel being able to shut himself down to someone like Sevilin could.

Apparently they weren't on the same page here, seeing as Galesen was literally going to use his eyes. Well, that was different from the version that they knew now wasn't it. "Oh...well...we use our other senses other than our eyes. In fact we don't look at all and we usually try to be as specific as we can about the item we're given. I guess humans only use thier eyes then, yes?" Though a look around them, she had that being followed feeling.

Lharika peeked open one eye and regarded the adults for a moment. "I thought we were playing Isle. What's the holdup?" She glanced between the two of them and closed her eyes again. "Now are we ready?" That plaintive note was in her voice. Hey she may be an elf but sometimes even she got impatient.

Zykariel only responded by snuggling in closer in the crook of the arm he had wrapped around himself and threw one leg over his father's, mumbling something before his memories retook over.

Cahan, who at this point had been traveling like Kuro had moments before killing the elf, as a sphere of ice blue light until he was only about four of five yards from the fortress of his new "employer." Though he had to admit that it was a difficult change of pace for him to be serving another and not the other way around, he had little choice in the manner. As Cahan approached the fortress he materialized into his human form. He was tall and slender yet powerfully built. His should length white hair was hidden underneath a heavy coat, his ice blue eyes shielded in darkness. It was strange to see a man dressed in such heavy garbs, in a place where no ice blizzard raged. Yet, his actions were not intended to keep the cold out, but to keep the immense cold which his body generated from leaking out to the outside world. His movements were slow and patient, he came up to a serf who was at the time doing some menial task, and with a voice like ice spoke. "I wish to speak to your master."

Adso ocasionaly made himself obvious. He'd dangle his limbs from windows, walk atop buildings, that sort of thing.

he actually walked right up close to them at one point. But no one so much as threw a Kunia. what fun was that?? If you suspect someone you should attack!! But Roarke always told him he was to quick to act sometimes.