<font color=teal>“So many questions,” he laughs without answering them. He places the pot and her pouch on a small table next to her chair and the cup in her hands – “Be quiet and drink.” As she begins to sip the tea, he returns to her questions. “Maria will be fine and, with luck, her children will not see too much of the effect of this upon her. You do your work very well,” he smiles. “The barkeep and the others are weak, but their health is in no further danger. There minds, however, are another matter ......”

“...... Fortunately,” he smiles, “it seems that they are uncertain enough about me that my presence has been sufficient to distract them from more genuine horrors.”</font>

<font color=silver>From the bar area – Bartleby: “But can’t the lad be doin’ anything that don’t require thunder and wind and me doors flyin’ offa their hinges?!? Is a bit of pleasant weather too damn much to be askin’ for?” -- Despite the bluster there is a real nervousness about his voice.</font>

<font color=teal>“As for my hands,” he brushes her hair from her eyes as he continues, “they are fine.”</font>

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<font color="skyblue">She smiles at him, listening as she sips her tea. She brushes one gloved hand over his cheek, and silently thanks him. She cocks her head, and bursts into giggles as she overhears the barkeep, and pours herself another cup, adding the ingredients from the pouch. "Would you like some? I promise it won't do anything to you, other than taste too sweet, maybe..." Her stomach growls, and she looks him in the eye quickly, her cheeks glowing red. Her eyes have retrieved their faint glow, and she looks horrified at this betrayal of her body. "I think we need to find something to eat, and a room....." ~she starts laughing softly at the look on his face~ "I will want "dessert", and we need to rest and figure out what to do next. And we don't need prying ears to hear....."</font>

<font color=teal>He takes the cup from her hand takes a sip of the tea. It is not entirely unpleasant, but the taste is so ..... "Sweet," he says with only a slight grimace. Laughing, he hands the cup back to her.

"So many hungers about you today, woman," he smiles, caressing her cheek. He allows his touch to linger a moment along the curve of her chin, "We shall see to them each in turn, then ...." He leaves her to rest while he seeks the bartender.</font>

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<font color="lime">THE MOUNTAIN RANGE

The air shimmers near an ancient cave opening, and a figure slowly emerges as if from nowhere. The Fay're looks around.....She walks towards the cave, but is stopped 30 feet from the entrance. She frowns, looking down then screams in frustration.......the mountains shake with a Fay're scream earthquake, the ground rumbling and shaking with tremors for hours afterwards....

~She glares at the rune markings in the stone at her feet, but cannot cross. She looks to the sky thinking, and turns around re-entering the shimmering space and slowly disappears, as her whisper floats down the mountain..........~</font>

<font color="cyan">~Sooon............sooon the rest of the seals will break, and the other three Forsaken will be released......released to cause destruction once again......sooon...........oh yes................~</font>

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<font color="skyblue">There is a sudden howling of wolves thru-out the forest, as they feel their sister's return. They hid in their dens when the "Wind that takes souls" (as they call it) came. They also feel the presence of a two-legged that has been marked by their Goddess, and very softly welcome him in his mind. They quickly leave his mind tho, so the Wind will not feel them, but they are there long enough for Cyril to feel the warmth of their touch......</font>

<font color="skyblue">As she waits while Cyril tries to get them a room, and something to eat, she walks over to the single window in the room, and looks out. She stares at the forest, listening carefully to the messages the wolves are sending her. They tell her everything they can about the last couple of days, and also ask her where she was, who this two-legged is, should they guard the tavern for her? On, and on....She laughs, the questions coming as fast as the messages.....She patiently answers each one, making sure she talks to each one in turn. When they are done, she sets them to watching the tavern out of sight, and sighs. Leaning against the windowsill, she becomes immersed in her thoughts, glancing back occasionally to check on Maria.........</font>

OOC: i will no longer be making any posts on this thread. Sorry guys.

ooc: Bummer, Shadowhound ....

**Also replaced post on previous page.

ic: <font color=skyblue>Bartleby

“Ach! No I says. ‘Tis no way I’ll be lettin’ the two of ye be using another o’ me rooms! Why for all I be knowin, it’ll be more stormin’ and blowin’ and destroyin’ me walls and scatterin’ me furniture betwixt the building and the forest. No, I be tellin’ ye. And ye'd best be knowin' that there ain’t a blessed thing on this green earth that can make me change me mind once it’s been made up!” He stomps his foot for emphasis.</font>

<font color=white>A very brief negotiation later ....</font>

<font color=skyblue>Tossing the pouch idly and gauging the amount of coin by its heft, he wonders about a previous character assessment. ~ Aye, perhaps I might’ve been a wee bit hasty .... could be the lad ain’t such a bad fella after all. ~ “Yes, sir, everything will certainly be as ye’ve said. And no, ye needn't be worrying overly much if the winds be gettin' a little strong .....”</font>

<font color=silver>ooc: Cyril has also made arrangements regarding future accommodations here.</font>

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<font color=teal>He has opened the shutters around the window to their fullest extent and stands, savoring the open air. He tenses suddenly, feeling an intrusion upon his thoughts. Once again he must check his violent defensiveness in order to receive the warmth of friend's greeting. ~ This is definitely going to require some adjustment ... Such a busy and social place her mind must be! ~ He smiles a moment imagining the animated conversations that must take place within her.

"Speaking of greetings ....," he whispers as he removes the locket from around his neck. “How long has it been, child? How long since last I placed you on my shoulders, carried you with me and spoke your name in the tongue of our people?” He offers a silent prayer over her smile before gently closing the locket and returning it to its place around his neck. He breathes deeply in the open air and lingers a few silent moments by the window. He returns to the first floor to find KayLisa, smiling as Tim hurries up the stairs carrying their dinner.</font>

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<font color="skyblue">~She is thinking of the visions she had...particularly the one of her home destroyed. She continues to stare out the window, vaguely hearing Cyril and the barkeep dealing about the room.........Her eyes glow a soft purple/silver as she thinks, and her mind becomes a tulmult of images........~</font>