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Arthur paused for a moment to say something but he stopped, did he really want to get into an argument with a child? Well he rather not so it be best to stay quiet and watch. So the elf placed his hands in his coat pockets as Isle took little Z and basically got him to turn upside down which was kind of cute to see her hold him just by his legs, if only he could tickle him without having to worry of the kid falling over then things would be really funny. Though when Zykariel said he was blushing the older elf chuckle and lightly smiled as he walked over to them. "She's got a point, with your dark skin no one will be able to tell and sometimes that can be a good thing." Yeah like Zahara, if she blushed Arthur could never tell if she was or not he would have to rely on her expressions and her movements to tell, but right now he was watching Isle and Zykariel so he shouldn't think about her. "I say you are doing pretty well, just do what Isle is telling you and you be doing back flips in no time! But yes take your time there is no rush." He said with a small chuckle, hey if he can give the little guy a nice push to trying to accomplish this then he would do so, but it was still kind of funny watching the little kid standing upside down.

Malik finished with the books, and then drummed his fingers lightly on Malvolence for a second, and then got himself up and went downstairs to a room, opening it up and setting up chairs and a table. having a few servants scrub the blood stains off the floor and walls, as it was a Breaker room...picked mostly becuase those are somewhat soundproofed fomr the enevitable yelling.

"alright. five more minutes, then I'm getting them in for some family counselling."

A handful of miles north of Deep Water, the rigid silence of the eternal dark was suddenly shattered by a very curious sight. The waves of the lake ceased their incesent groaning, and settled into an eriee calm. The surface of the water froze in time, causing a gentle shelf to form. The silence was broken by the sounds of harps stringing, a serene song which knew its origin in a distant place and under a warm sun. The shelf remained stead for a moment or two, then a large circle of runes and symbols spread about the majority of the space. Just as suddenly as the waves ceased and the water became a calm shelf, a very anceint and archaic looking ship appeared afloat above the merky water.

The bow was a dorend with teh symbols of ancient elfdom. The sails configured to make due with the subterranean wind. The length of the ship was roughly one hundred meters, and the wideth twenty. It sat shallowly upon the water, as to pass over reefs and sand bars with ease. The colours of a lost empier adorned her flanks.

"So this is where our last Prince resides." The aged elf commanding the ship spoke softly to his crew. "Best of behaviour." He ordered softly.

Those nearest to him bowed, and shuffled about the deck informing the crew and passangers of the orders. The captain stood on his deck watching the horizon as though he were looking into the spectre of a long thought dead friend.

His name was Haldir, he was a geomancer, and he surivived a terrible war. His eyes were old, despite his age of 1513. He wore his uniformm from his days of service to the throne, though it was remade recently to bring out the shine that it once held over five hundred years prior. His green eyes longed for his Prince, for he felt that the blame for the loss of the empire rested solely on his shoulders. He clenched his hands around the rail before him, and sighed. The GTS Judgement swayed slighly as the geomancer allowed the waves to retake their natural course.

His crew was young. Most between the ages of one hundrend and fourhundred fifty years. They never knew the homeland, and were born abroad in many strange places or regions. A few like himself survied the fall, and they served along side him on this ship. He turned his attention to the environment, and allowed the wind, the water, the earth and the fires beneth tell him much of the land and its inhabitants. The elmenents knew all, but rare spoke of much at all. He recieved several messages, none of which pleased him. He could gather that the elves have suffered much in recent times, but the humans had prospered. Haldir did a small divine, and sighed. His fortunes would sink here.

The elf looked about the ship, and frowned. Not much can change fate, but hope can always try to rebound.

He gave a look to Isleandra that was wholly skeptical. "You don't know Daddy, he likes things to be clean." A punctuating nod at that one before he blinked and tilted his head, squinting an eye before shaking his head. "It's Mr. Malik's voice in my head again." A look up to his father. "Daddy! Mr. Malik wants us!" Then he looked back to Isle. "Thank you for teaching me to do that, I'm going to practice really really hard."

Sevilin looked up from what he was doing, a nice little pile of papers going on right now, all with various aspects and combinations on how things were going to work. Or at least how they would hopefully work and not override or decease effectivity of the others already in place, little notes scratched around the papers and everything. Though he didn't know why he looked up when he knew the voice was in his head. Oh gods...what did Malik want with all of them? Then his attention was drawn by his son who voiced that he was in on the loop too.

Taking a moment to clean up his little mess and more or less runing it to wherever he kept things when he did that he walked down the stands and to the arena. "I heard, come along." Holding out his hand to the boy waiting for him to take it before he started walking, breifly looking down at Nym jumped up and latched to his braid, hanging on for the ride with that red marble in his mouth.

Being they were already downstairs, it didn't take him long to get to the requested room. But on gods...there were chairs and things...it was a damned table meeting of some sorts.

Oh wait...all three of them. Good gods... "You're trying to give me an aneurysm aren't you? Why do you want to see all three of us?"

"Daddy what's an..anerism?" That sounded right interesting now didn't it?

"Aneurysm...and you don't need to worry about what it is." Because you shouldn't tell your child that your employer was trying to make a main artery or vein in your head explode...just wasn't good thoughts for the young children.

((Starry will be on in a few))

Malik glanced up.

"Nice of you to join us."

Before a big meaty hand shoved Zahara the rest of the way in with a grin to Malik.

"thanks Broog."

Before the door was shut and locked, Malik motioning to the seats.

"Please be seated."

"Hey!" She half stumbled into the room and then turned back and yanked on the door, before turning around and glaring at Malik. "Oh, fu-" Kid in teh room, had to keep cursing nonexistent. "I'm not doing this. I have nothing to say to you and the only thing I want to know from you two is you're going to be home for dinner."

Zykariel looked between the adults, slowly grasping that this wasn't going to be a fun meeting. He crossed his arms and glared. "How come she's here? She's not an Inthara."

"Exactly. Excellent point Zykariel."