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"You know...I could solve your fog problem." Giving him a rather suggestive look with that statement to which he probably would never figure out the true meaning behind the statement. But then a little giggle. "Why? Looking to play pirate ship in the thick creepy fog on the big black water?" Another giggle to follow, rocking lightly on her heels in childish fashion befmore leaning against the mast. "It is rather calm and nice out here in an odd deserted way...we should of brough a picnic."

"So then that's your decision? That you're basically going to say 'screw you' to everyone and go live off in some little tucked away place all by yourself?"After all, no relationships meant none at all. Honestly was this woman that blind to what was happening around her? Obviously yes...yup Piper was trying to climb an iced tree...yet there she was...still trying. "And you're the one comparing yourself to me...mind you that I didn't say it. All I'm saying is that you may want to take a harder look around before making such drastic a decision...though whatever your decision may be in the end...remember, it's best not to double back on it. Though at the same time...you're going to miss out." Quiet for the moment...she really wasn't sure how to handle this this time. ZAhara was apparently throwing in the towel.

He sighed...why did things like this have to happen? "Yes, I like her...she's not a bad elf...just..." Oh what was the word he wanted that wouldn't be bad for the child to hear? "Foolish about some things." Better than calling her a stubborn hypocritical idiot he thought her to be sometimes. Though this got more and more interesting didn't it? Did he want her like Piper? In what way exactly? "Well...I want her to be like Piper for you, I know that's what you want." Ruffling his hair and standing up, taking the boy's hand. Needed to find Malik and pass these papers off. Though with his luck the child's questions would continue.

"You mean she won't say I'm too little anymore?" That was a wonderful thing! After all, that was her main argument when he wanted to do something...see, daddy didn't think he was too little. Obviously daddy was right then...mommy was just being overprotective. He heard that word a lot. "Then we won't have to hide doing it anymore? But that means I still have to do good at my others lessons too, right?" Hey if those got him this he'd actually pay attention more over trying to weedle cookies out of people.

And Piper blinked. "I let you be around him, ever notice that." Someone had really skewed views...and it wans't her. "You know...sometimes I think we're talking about two different people. So let's get on the same page alright. Do decribe to me who the hell you are because I don't know this other woman you're talking about." Okay, enough play time to be straight to the point. If she got stabbed in the back with Zahara's defensiveness, then so be it. "And while you're at it you might want to describe this other Sevilin to me too...I know I've been in the dark a long time, but I'm not blind."

And he was making it difficult. Though Sevilin only picked him up and kept walking, hey he knew easily enough where Malik was from runics and what not. Though he did slow his steps a little and looked to his son. "What do you mean, like Piper? Piper is a lot of things." Because he didn't necessarily like Piper too much...they still had thier disagreements from time to time and well...he was paranoid and she had a tendency to push the wrong buttons.

"Yes, we probalby won't have to hide it anymore, but either way, you have to do good on your other studies. It won't do for your magic skills to suffer for your sword skills. and vice versa. if your going to use both, might as well be good at both, correct?"


Broog titled his head. Okay, she didn't get that part.

"Broog will comes, proomiss, if Broog's allowed. broog not normally allowed outside of basement. but mez tries. Mistrez prolly lets broog."

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The large flightless bird thumped towards the fortress, in a very straight line. The creature seemed to be unbothered by the many scents that normally would keep such an animal away from this place, and it's eyes always gleamed towards the supposed target. The feathers ruffled in the air, wet from the mysts and fogs which rolled about the many caverns and crevices that shaped this unforested place. The land was fairly dead here, as the marches of orcs and other things simply destroyed the vegitation. The carrion could not fertilize the area because the many carrion eaters simply did away with the corpses.

The flut flut ran right up to the gate, where it stopped, and shoke its feathery body, allowing most of the moisture to fall from its form. WIth another shake, it changed its shape into that of a young half elf with wild black hair and piercing green eyes. He wore leather armour with looked as though it had been through many wars, and the only visible weapon was the sword that was strapped tightly against his back. The hilt looked very plain, but a red tassel hung from the pommel. The point of the sword coult be guessed to sit above his left hip, since the hilt was over his right shoulder (suggesting that this one is right handed). His pale complection was skewed by the black paintings that were used to help camaflauge his body when he walked about the dark in his humoid form. He rubbed his hands through his hair, and gently tied the mess of black into a pony tail behind his head, at the base of his skull. Some strands of hair were too short to be tied back, and fell loosely about his head. The edges of those strands looked like they were cut on uneven patters, or represented near misses with edged weapons.

"Yo, Ogre Warrior, and other guards and wards... What are these strange auras..." The half elf's mind wandered slightly, but then he 'remembered his place'. "Oh, yeah. Uh... Your boss wants to be the ally of Puria. I'll need to talk to him about that. We think we can come to some understanding of an arrangement similar to what he proposed..." Well, this one did not like to be on display, and prefered to negotiate without words. "It would be nice if you could direct me to how to go about meeting with him." He paused for amoment, and then the thoughts whirled in his head. "I am... the Druid of Justice." His name was not important compared to his rank. "I am the one the council could spare to speak to Lord Malik D'vinn about his proposal. Justice is my call, so I guess the council thought it the most appropriate call to answer." Not very confident in speaking talents, but he merely did not like to use words. Words were for the weak who could not back up their lives any other way. It would not be so far from the truth to suggest that this one thought that any who relied on words to justify themselves, were positively liars.

Arthur blinked a few times when Isle mentioned she had a way to solve the whole fog problem, but what was she getting at? She had that look in her eyes that meant to be suggestive and he had a feel something was up with her but what is it? "Alright then fine if you want to go ahead and do so." He said with a light shrug and continued to look ahead while he held the wheel in his hands. "Like I want to play that game right now, I rarely have been boarded by pirates ever since I've started sailing, it only happened twice but it was no big deal really." People mistake pirates to be really evil people but if you have a good head on your shoulders they are easy to get rid of, especially if you know magic, even a tiny bit. But Arthur had a small smile on his face, it felt really good to be out on the open waters again and he had a strong feeling of where he was going which gave him no fear for the moment. "Yeah it is...though next time that we do this I'll pack us a light lunch to bring along, some fish and other little things that would keep our stomachs full..." But Arthur paused for a moment and smiled lightly, he may have taken almost everything off this boat but he did leave behind a few things. "I left some rum here though when I came to the fortress, I thought I would come back to grab it but it slipped my mind after awhile...if you want to once I dock the boat out here we could have ourselves a bottle."

"You would have a better idea of what it is than I would. You have Malik and your parents and Malikhai. Seems to me you have it in great abundance and maybe that's what helps you balance such things. I don't claim to know the answers, only the limited knowledge I have and how I feel about things."

He glanced at his father for a moment to see if it was alright but Sevilin wans't paying a whole lot of attention. If he was, he probably would have called out a gentle warning but that was okay with Zykariel. He reached out and took the sword, waving it the way they did their wooden swords.

It felt kind of strange in his hand and he turned slightly to swipe at the air and not hurt anyone. "That's really cool, Malikhai." He handed the sword back a moment later not really thrilled with it and walked back over to stand next to Sevilin. There went pirates and knights.

"But you didn't answer me. I asked you what it is. Obviously you think that I have it, so tell me exactly what it is." She wasn't going to back away from that one. Hell if Malik could love Zahara was even better off than he had ever been. "And limited knowledge does nothing for you usless you are going to speak of it...its simple. Speak what you know or look stupid to the world." A few forceful movements of reins, rounding out thier path. Hey she could pick up Sevilin's runics easy enough.

He took his sword back with somewhat of an upset look at Zykariel went right back to his father and though he said it was cool, he didn't look to thrilled. What? Did Zykariel still not want to play with him? it was off for the toddler after all, he and his friend had practically played together every day. And now...well he was lucky to see his friend. Did Zykariel think him too little to play with anymore? Maybe he didn't even want to do magic lessons with him anymore."Yeah..." Okay then, let's just cling to daddy's pant leg here for comfort.

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"Even if there are, I'm sure my stomach wouldn't take it. You've lived down here for your life...what is okay to eat for you isn't okay to eat for me." Though an inquisitve look as he explained this drink to her. "Oh." It was a human thing. Got it. Though she gave him a smile and a giggle as he had nudged her. "I try. Told you I could...my specialty after all." But her flute was put to rest now and she leaned against the edge of the boat. "So how far are we going out?"