Mind Trapped in Darkness

[Nadja]

Ivory had fled deep into the wilds of Cinders, fleeing her own pain and fears. She'd stood silently before the small fire of the Aldhelm's home when she felt the touch of a call, a cry for help. Quickly the wizard's mind drove fast and swiftly through the passages of worlds, through the forest and up above the clouds her thoughts circled until they hoovered just above the port city, the wizard sent the soft whisper of her voice to touch at the mind's presence she felt clinging to life. 'I have heard you, give me your name and I shall come to you.' Her mind voice soft, yet persuasive.

Her mind was slowly slipping into the darkness of the planes, but she heard the soft whisper that reached her inner ear. A bare whisper to be returned, what little energy she had left musted to be heard. "Nadja..." Then all went black as she fell deeper into that void to the land of dreams that would seem a reality for her at this point and time.

Ivory wasted no time. Panic struck her for she needed to reach her friend and swift. She flew out the door and quickly crossed the channel, Shoep had been outside her door but she couldn't waste time to explain. Ivory rushed towards the city, post haste and the fear clung to her like the heavy fogs of mist. 'I'm on my way. Hold on Nadja...hold on my friend.' Her mind touched back at the gypsys...she felt silence...would she reach her in time?

Ivory rushed into the door, frantically searching. "Najda!" She cried out, running towards the stairs below. Until she found Nadja near the fireplace, crumbled to the floor. She knelt beside her friend and felt for a pulse. "She barely clings to life." She whispered to Shoep. She drew a breath and raised her staff, she chanted softly, and send the energy from her own source into the tiny gypsy's failing body.

Nadja's usually tanned complexion was ashen in nature, her breaths shallow with their intake. Lifeless was the tiny Rom on the floor.

Shoep panted as soon as they entered the Fortune Teller's shop. He could only look at Ivory. He steps a bit closer, hearing her whisper. He decides not to ask what happened, as there wouldn't be alot of time to explain anyway ''What can i do to help? '' he asked. quickly spoken

Ivory began to chant: Gangida, grant protection
from all imbalances in the heavens,
from the earth, from plants, from air;
from my past and from my future.
Protect me from east to south,
from west to north!
May my body be rendered healthy
under Gangida's protection!

"Get me blankets for her." She instructed Shoep. Then kept repeating the incantation, sending healing forces into the Rom's weakend shell of her former self. Her own body felt the weakened state of draining her own mental energy to save her friend's life. She'd healed the body, but the mind, the soul...that would still need minding. Ivory laid a hand on Nadja, the pulse was stronger but still frail. "She needs rest." She told Shoep.

Nadja begins to stir slightly, softly mumbling in her unconcious state. A name, it was a name that she seemed to be calling out, but it was inaudible for recogintion to those standing about. Almost a sound of a plea would be the tone of her voice.

Shoepa nods and just runs downstairs. But not finding any bed or anything at all, he decides to improvise, as he grabs small round carpet. sprinting upstairs again and dropping it next to the gypsy woman, as he sets aside the two chairs and the fortune tell table, he also starts pulling that rug into the gypsy's direction ''I hope those will suffice... '' he said, serious

Ivory found a small fur rug in the rugs and laid it on the floor before the warmth of the hearth."Help me gently move her Shoep."

Shoepa nods and walks to nadja's feet, looking up at Ivory, waiting for her to lift her up at her arms, or shoulders,

Ivory reached down and helped Shoep gently move the gypsy's small body. It was not difficult for the couple, since the rom woman was so tiny and light. They set her gently down in front of the fire.

Shoepa looked at the fire. He just looked at Ivory, sazving his own troubles and emotions for later ''What now? '' he whispered, not knowing what to do...

Nadja's soft mumblings continue and at one time a part of aname could be understood in her whispered rambling ..."Bas...." Her breathing was more normal, coloration returning to her tender flesh, yet locked for the moment in the realm of darkness was her mind.

Estrella peeks in to realize everyone was upstairs. "Oh! I'm sorry... I was here for..." She shook her head, "I didn't mean to interrupt."

Ivory knelt down again. "I'm not sure. She must have been touched with something dark and powerful, for I see no open injuries on her." Ivory's brow lifted as she heard Najda try to speak a name." Bas..." She questioned. She spoke up to Essie. "It is Nadja...we found her unconscious like this and injured."

Estrella takes a few steps forward, "Is there anything I can do?" She asks softly.

Shoepa sighs soflty. Feeling to helpless right now. He looks at Estrella, but doesnt say a word. He was totally clueless in situations like these. He picked up the rug he fetched and gently lays it over the tiny gypsy. Though making sure to keep enough distance to the fire with the blanket.

Ivory lifted her shoulders, unsure, then she took a risk and placed her hand to the gypsy's brow. The ivory wizard closed her eyes and sent her thoughts to swirl near the dream state of the gypsy, she dared to try to breech past and catch the vison of what touched upon her friend. Deeper and deeper the wizard's mind pressed into the dark shadows that swirled in a protective barrior about the Rom.

Nadja would softly moan, almost a protest as if she felt someone trying to delve into her protective darkness. Although it was but a dream, the arms wrapped around her made her feel safe and warm. Not wanting to be released from the sense of familiarity to which her mind had drifted to.

Shoepa looks at Estrella. he had no idea what to do. He only stood there and watched. Finding that this was exacly the reason why he hated magic. Things always happened that he just couldn't understand.

Estrella watches quietly, she was not yet familiar with the world of magic although her new sight allowed her to see perhaps more than she'd have liked or understood. She shifted uncomfortably, turning to look at the floor, not wanting to see anymore for the moment.

Ivory would see the two statues looming before the tiny Rom, carved from stone to look like two robed figures. Just beyond was a field and a cave opening. It would be the Rom's hand Ivory now seen, reaching out to touch not just one, but both the statues. It would be following this action that things took a turn for the worse for Nadja.

Ivory's mind's eye saw Nadja, laying in a forest in a place she did not recognize...she was held in an embrace...by a man that was so striking the wizard's breath actually would catch and be heard by the others. He wore such a wall of protection around him, such a force so powerful that the young wizard realized the vision had been implanted in the gypsy's mind, in her dreams. It was intimate and personal, lovers embraced in a secret setting meant only for them. Quickly the wizard stepped past the vision and moved away, her mind moved swift, deep into the dark, more dangerous areas of the gypsy's thoughts, her dreams. Ivory now stood in her mind's eye next to the gypsy, the opening of a cave, the statues loomed up in warning before them. Powerful, dark, dangerous and beckoning pulsated from within the cold, stone figures. The wizard's fearless, black eyes were as drawn to the energy as the gypsy had been, Ivory stood safely at the recesses of the gypsy's mind...and waited...

Shoepa looked at Ivory with interest, studying her reactions. Though still not understanding a thing what was going on. He didnt have anything else to do, apart from standing and watching. He didnt even speak, afraid to break Ivory her concentration. As that was one of the few things he knew about magic - It needed concentration. He cussed softly at himself in his mind. Wondering why he usually dragged himself into situations he couldn't do anything to help anyway. He then sighs softly and sits down... Wondering how long it'll take for Ivory to run off... again

Nadja would emit another soft moan and shifted slightly in her prone state. Her color had returned completely at this point in time, Ivory's healing had done it's job on her physical form. However, her mind was a different matter all together. What ever she had encountered last night, had sent her reeling into the protective state of a dream that had been created many years ago in a different time and place.

Ivory stood near, she witnessed the gypsy's hand come up and lay upon the statue...she saw the expression of Nadja's face, then felt the darkness, like a poison, seeped into her, it wrapped itself around her mind and theaded its dark, evil touch into every living essence of the Rom's body. Ivory stepped out from her shadows, she searched for its source and suddenly the wizard was caught. The darkness was a seal, a protection of some presence further past the statues. As a warning to the meddling mind of the wizard its energy struck out from the mists, the shadows, the visions of the mind and rushed towards Ivory, casting her far from the gyspy's unconscious state. Ivory cried out in pain, the air was knocked from her and she fell backwards in a lump on the hard wood floor. Her body shook, having felt like sharp claws had reached for her and thrown her forcefully from trying to touch something forebidden. When she sat up, weaker, shaken, blood trickled down from her nose.

Shoepa blinks as he sees Ivory crying out in pain, seeing her fall backwards. Her shaking body. He quickly stands up and crouches down next to Ivory, gently trying to put his hand on her shoulder ''Ivory, are you OK? '' he asked, seeing blood trickle down her nose. he had no idea what to do right now. He only kept his hand on her shoulder, hoping to get a reply or anything. Fearing that the same might happen to Ivory as what happened to the tiny gypsy.

Estrella's body tenses as Ivory cries out, her first reaction to step forward suddenly before she hesitates and lingers, her sight causing her to loose her breath herself and quickly look away again. The new born fae was completely frozen in confusion and fear and unable to react for a few moments before she gathered her courage at the sound of Shoep's voice and joined their side, still avoiding looking at Nadja.

Nadja would cry out with a scream of pain and terror when the attack on Ivory took place. She felt the pain of the situation as if those very claws ripped into the core of her own being when it thrust Ivory from the dark recesses of her mind. Like a gate keeper the darkness had become, guarding the very structure that now bound the tiny Gypsy's mind from returning to the hear and now.

Adromaw's footsteps sounded across port, "Her residence is this way"

Ivory sat stunned for a few moments, then her voice, strainged, answered Shoep. "Something holds tight to her, something very dark." Ivory leaned forward to touch Nadja, to calm her. She bravely reached back into the Rom's mind, only far enough to see the man from before nearby. His crisp hazel eyes caught the stare of the wizard's black gaze, then he was at the gypsy's side, embracing her again in his protective hold, a wall of a shield to keep the gypsy from completely slipping away. Quickly, quietly Ivory's thoughts slipped away. Nadja for the time would be safe with this unnamed one watching over her in her dreams. Kind of like the Aldhelm did in hers. She turned to look up at Shoep and forced a smile. "We'll keep watch of her, Shoep."

Venes enters and inquires: "Is everything alright in here?"

Estrella frowns slightly, glacing to Ivory, then to Shoep and then to the door as she hear's a familiar Ranger's voice and two familiar figures step through. She, however was quiet, not knowing what was going on exactly she seemed to wait for Ivory to give the ok.

Ivory looked back over her shoulder. "Our friend has been hurt. We are taking care of her." she explained to Adromaw and Venes.

Shoepa hearing the tiny gypsy scream made his stomache feel like it twisted. He got used to hearing screams of pain by now. But this was so intense, that is still made him feel bad. He glanced at the door as more people entered. But he just ignored them for now. He looks at Ivory and sighs softly ''I can keep watch over her physically... But i have no idea what is going on with her. '' he said. Truely being lost right now, as he squeezed Ivory her shoulder gently. Not knowing what to do anymore at the moment. He looked up at Estrella. Then at the new commers, and then at Ivory and the tiny gypsy again.

Adromaw Looked at the limp form of the woman he stood with that day the general and the governor had their exchange and before that the mix up with the guard. “Hurt? What happened to Nadja!?”

Nadja lays on the floor where Ivory and Shoepa had placed her, near the warmth of the hearth. To those who entered recently, she looked as if she was merely asleep. The soft mutterings continued, with the ocassional moan to sound. The protective barrier of her dream was keeping the darkness from doing more damage to her sensitive mind. A beast her mind had created, lurking outside the locked gates placed by the Nightwalker that now protected her.

Ivory took hold of Shoep's hand, squeezing it, her other rested on the shoulder of her unconscious friend. "She went down into Ravenscraig, I think." She tried to explain. "My guess would be near the fortress of the vampires. It was there she came across a source of great power by their protective barriors. It has somehow encased itself into her body and mind. I have healed her body but her mind still is held captive and tormented." Ivory took a breath. "She is guarded though, by ..." Her eyes seemed to narrow, a guess. "Another nightwalker...one more powerful, so ancient...I do not think men know his name. He'll not let them harm her further, but ..perhaps he shall be able to free her. I don't know." She said with a defeated voice.

Venes then speaks up "Perhaps we could find a way to free her if we went back to the Vampire Fortress..."

Estrella rises to her feet at these words, her wings hanging so low they trailed her skirts.

"A dangerous risk." The wizard warned. "Look at what has happened to our friend, if we go, this might be our own fate."

Shoepa nods ''My family is allied with the vampires in that Fortress... '' he said, at a tone as he almost doubted it himself '' I would say that someone that is not sensitive to magic goes... Or, perhaps someone that uses darker magic himself. '' he stated, but more guessing then that he actually knew it ''That would hopefully eliminate the risk of getting another one end up like... '' he sighed and gestures to the tiny Gypsy ''Her. ''

Ivory frowned, she squeezed Shoeps' hand again. "But who can we send?" She looked at the resting form of Nadja, peaceful at this state, for the moment.

Adromaw looked some what baffled, his head tilted one way and then the other. He still knew little of vampires but first Shoep's brother and now Nadja. His fists clenched as something welled up inside him. What does all this mean, what can they do and why are these vampires doing this... this is nuts! A felinely growl left him and he began to pace the room and search the windows. He listens on to the conversation with flared anger and concern

Shoepa sighs ''I'm willing to go, if someone tells me where to look for... '' He didnt believe what he was actually saying. The tiny gypsy owed him one already. And now he was about to risk getting himself killed for her once more.

Ivory tugged at Shoep's hand. "No." She pleaded. "Could not Kain go, or one of the nightwalkers that reside around Port Tarrund? You need not risk this, I think it would take one more of their own kind to help with this one." Ivory looked at Nadja. "She has been marked already....by one of them."

Shoepa nods and gets up ''I can ask Kain another favor... But i think i'll have to make a sprint to the bellmont hall then ''

Ivory looked up with concern. "You'll come back...you will come back?" Worry in her dark gaze for her friend.

Shoepa didn't awnser the question. As he didnt think he had time to ''What do i need to tell kain to look for ? '' he asks.

Estrella is watching Adro silently, noticing how as of lately he seemed to become more and more agitated. Looking down to Ivory and Shoep again she realizes their conversation has changed and steps back to give them space to speak as she moves towards Adro, resting a hand on his shoulder and looking to him silently near the window.

Ivory drew a breath. "Tell him to go to the vampires...let then know one of our friends, a human, has been harmed by their barrior of protection, it holds her mind in torment. They should then know what to do...that is...if they are willing to help, to release her."

Shoepa watches a familliar Hawk fly at the window, and continue hovering infront of it. He runs out of the building, the hawk following him already. He knew whose bird it was already anyway

Essie disturbs him from his thoughts and he glances to her before his mind changes its direction in but a moment and his body just moves. All this talk of being marked stirred his memories of taking her out of the tavern during the crazed frenzy in her wounded state. He had given her some much needed distance from those that would seek harm at the sight of her in that moment and they talked at the docks. He wasn’t sure why but his anger and tension subsided and was swept by fear and concern. He knelt by Nadja and with welling eyes and a pleading hurt felinely tone he called to her body though it would likely be but a fading sound in darkness. “Nadja!” and after a pause he called again “Nadja! Come on wake, we have to go” he tilts his head in “…Nadja” and he falls silent with a shaking hand to reach to her arm.

Ivory dark eyes softened as she watched Adro come to his friend's aid. Just like her and Shoep..she thought. "Adromaw..." Her voice whispered to him. "She rests now..she is guarded by one poweful, he'll not let further harm come to her." Trying to reassure him.

Estrella watches for just a moment in sadness, the light in her eyes gone as she turned to head out the door. Of course she was concerned for Nadja, but her fae heart could not stand anymore sadness on this day, and so she flitted off into the darkness without a word.

Nadja continues the soft mutters, inaubible enough to be clearly heard by those near. Yet for the calm of her voice, her delicate features would shift from a mask of fear to that of peace. What ever turmoil was affecting her mind held a grip like a steel trap. The raging beast that stood on the outside of that locked barrier, raking it's deadly claws against it seeking entrance, yet it remained strong, unyielding to it's fury and demand to enter. The barrier was the Nightwalker that protected her in those dreams. If only he know what was planted so long ago, would be the only force keeping the small Rom safe at the moment.

Adromaw had no real clue of what she was on about but it sounded alright and he dug his hands to his ankles glancing away silent.

Ivory sat guard over her friend, she kept silent company with Adromaw, who seemed less willing than her to leave the gypsy's side.

[Nadja]

Nadja was still unconscious and perhaps it was the dream that was keeping her safe in her mind that had her to react as she did. When the warmth of his form pressed against her, more into him did she snuggle as her arms wrapped around him in a clinging nature, as if saving herself from drowning. Still she continued to softly mumble, her words if heard would be in her native tongue, though a term was repeated quite often, perhaps a name... perhaps a place.... the barest of whispers that normal hearing may not make out, that Adro's more sensitive would ..."Meu Stapan ....." and ... "Basillio."

Adromaw froze for a moment as her form wrapped around him. But a moment later his lips parted as if to exclaim happily her name as though she was fine and waking but closed the moment of realization. She was not waking any time soon it seemed and mumbled in her slumber. His ears turned to the words and he let the unfamiliar sounds soak into him, repeating them in his mind again and again. What ever she said he must not forget. Meu Stapan, Meu Stapan, Basillio, Basillio ran his mind. He placed a protective arm around her

Nadja would softly whimper as she heard the beast beyond the invisible barrier trying to get to her in that protective bubble in her mind. A shiver to run along her spine and more tightly was her hold upon him. After a moment her body would relax from that tense state as her face lost the mask of fear it took momentarily to that of peace. It was then that soft hushed whisper of words again would sound. "Meu Dragoste" It would be following this that the unexpected would happen. She was still unaware of her earthly actions as her soft lips would purse to apply the most gentle of kisses to tip of his nose and she snuggled more against him yet.

Adromaw was shocked and flustered as she pressed around him but struck with fear as to her expression all the same. His mind reeled in question did he cause her pain. All the while his ears caught another sound and repeated in his mind the lot, Meu Stapan, Meu Stapan, Basillio, Basillio, Meu Dragoste, and Meu Dragoste would sound a ring in his depths. Her kiss would compound his mind in a swirl, is she here or stuck somewhere like Ivory had suggested. What does he do, does he dare wake or not. He bit his lip a little frustrated and all he could manage was a whisper “I am here, come back to us.” His eyes pained she keeps showing expressions of fear what for? Is she in but a nightmare? In the brief moment spared to him he prompted to remember the words she spoke: Meu Stapan, Meu Stapan, Basillio, Basillio, Meu Dragoste, and Meu Dragoste

Nadja returned to that state of relaxation, though she still clung to him as if to let loose she would lose herself. The mumblings would fall silent following the kiss as if it brought her more peace to her troubled mind.

Adromaw felt a sense of relief that she seemed to relax, it was a positive sign to him and he moved to bring the hair from her face. Returning his arm around her he held her in cuddle. I’m not letting you go he thought to himself as he kept in his mind on her words. Meu Stapan, Meu Stapan, Basillio, Basillio, Meu Dragoste, Meu Dragoste

Nadja was still locked in that protective barrier of her mind, surrounded by the comforts of familiarity of her past due to a planted memory so long ago. This memory was that enacted upon that Adro was the recipient. It was what lay beyond that protective barrier that kept the tiny Rom from regaining consciousness. Something that was blocking her path of escape, back to the real world and her friends that awaited her return. It was darkness, an entity, a hideous beast she visualized. It held powers of its own, but yet that within her mind was able to hold it at bay for the time being, or perhaps the Nightwalker of her past, had found a way to reach her and protect her with a power of his own. Regardless, the darkness was a terrifying thing to the little Gypsy, colder than winter could ever be, even in the midst of a howling snow storm. It ebbed of rage, held the coppery scent of fresh spilled blood. Even the spirits that usually remained at her side, were keeping their distance, not wanting to get close to the tiny Rom ... perhaps for fear that they would become absorbed by that which haunted the Gypsy's mind.

Adromaw just remained there keeping watch of his friend. She in a way acted like Khyle appearing to sleep but different. She was acting and moving just not waking. The thought that she could be lost out there somewhere trying to reach back crossed his mind but was she able? It was said that all things dance and there is a dance in everything. Even the pains of his own past there be scenes and acts of grief. Yet in most things one goes through they are still here – if something were to hold such fear in someone it could only mean a certainty of magnitude that could risk death? He trembled at his thoughts as his mind struggled to think of a way to reach her. His emotions were mixed perhaps in a danger to himself, torn from worry and concern to protective anger. His hand moved to caress the back of her head, what held her from us?

Venes makes her way back in, looking down at the two, and then asks. "How goes the vigil Adro?"

Adromaw lifted his head from beside Nadja’s and stared at Venes peering. “She not wake” is what he told her in short as his hand held the back of her head. But brought forth the information “Keeps mumbling words, Meu Stapan, Basillio, Meu Dragoste, know them?”

Venes shrugs, kneeling next to the unconscious woman. "It could be Draconic, the language of magic...or the language of her homeland. Truth is your guess is the same as mine. Are their other gypsies in the Port? They might know those words..."

“She had a friend here once the day I stood by her.” He strains to try and remember the name but shakes his head slowly. “I forget…” and he glanced at his position as Venes kneeled to help keep watch. “This – isn’t what it looks like” he referred to the embracing arms that held them in cuddle, Nadja holding on to him.

Venes chuckles. "Your not /that/ bad Adro. Anyway, had she said anything Common?"

"Not a word of common, just turmoil in her face" he sighed "and a moment of peace following, like she stumbles in the cold alone and then finds a place of shelter"

Venes shrugs. "I'm no healer, that's what we need Adro. Though I must say that was quite poetic of you."

"I just say it how I see it. Khyle knows about mind walk and dreamscapes, perhaps he could be of use - Jhulae also has some talents in that field as well as healing" he said with a raised brow though he dared not move unless needed for fear of disturbing her in a dangerous manor

Venes flexes her hand. "I've never tried it before but...I could at least try and get an impression of what's going on her mind. What do you think?"

Adromaw studied over Venes and Nadja for a while and he thought for a moment. Several thoughts of different pieces of information over his mind played out like a chess board. "It could be dangerous" for some reason his spine shivered, "Khyle has mind walked with Diabolus which is rather dangerous also. I think we should find him first, he seems rather practiced." he

Venes nods. "I suppose your right. Though maybe I'll just stay around here and keep you two company for a little bit longer. Just for the fun of it."

Adromaw didn't say anything about it and just rested his head down again still holding Nadja. Though his mind gave a brief thought of spanking Venes for the remark it near gave him a chuckle at how she'd punish him badly

Nadja would softly gasp as if a surge of pain rushed through her and then a whimpering cry as her body became slightly rigid for a moment. Again her features would take on that mask of fear and then it would pass, as if drawn back into the comforts of a mother's arms. Outwardly they would now notice a slight trickling of blood from what once looked to be scars long sensed healed, now become fresh wounds.

: Venes narrows her eyes at the small lines of blood appearing on her skin. She rub her hands together, took a deep breath, and then, with her right and upon the book chained to her belt she would pass her free hand overtop Nadja. "Mair." Venes would say softly, the draconic words of power flowing for her lips like water. If all went like it should then the wounds should re-knit.

Adromaw flinched at the sight of the seeping blood but remembered her tending to bandages before; were they related or were those wounds inflicted by Byron that day he did not know. He near moved to tend to them the only way available to himself but Venes quick to act more suitably did so.

Nadja softly sighed as if she felt the healing powers of Venes' hands over her. The tender flesh would indeed heal, however only back to the original state of the scared tissue from prior. However, with the use of arcane upon the small Gypsy, Venes would get a backlash of that which haunted the tiny Gypsy's mind. The sensation would be one of freezing cold, like a hand created of ice had reached out and touched the Ranger. Not in a caressing manner, but as if it was trying to strike out with its deadly claws towards the throat of the woman.

Venes 's head would snap back, as if dodging a slap. She'd not felt such a touch of necrotic malice since the Witchlord. And even if this presence was weaker it caught her off guard. She would whip her hand back from Nadja, to stare at the hint of white frost that had formed on her fingertips. She would shiver. Bringing her hands up in a cupping gesture she would murmur. "Delbaeth." A small tuft a flame would spark in her palms. She sighed, appreciating the warmth. Looking up at Adro again: "That was...strange..."

Adromaw darted a glance at Venes, he had been eyeing her movements over Nadja during her act. A little shocked but unable to move too suddenly watched Venes and her hands. "Yes it was, what was it?" he asked in near hush

Venes would take a moment to answer, waiting until the small flame flickered out with a soft sigh. "Something ancient and magical has invaded her. Whether it is guarding her from arcane magic or taking over her body I can’t say. But is strong, very strong." In a softer murmur she would curse. "d**n it Sam...Where’s an arch mage when we need one..."

Adromaw looked upon Venes with a furrow to his brow, he listened as best as he could but knew the true extent of the danger was perhaps out of his reach and would be interpreted by him as philosophy if he lingered on it too long. He gave a sigh and lowered his head again closing his eyes. His hand shifted from the back of Nadja's head to bring his arm around her side. "We're not letting you go." he near growled

Venes looks down at Nadja for a moment. "I could...I could try and take on whatever is in her head..." She bites her lip. "I'm a paladin. I might be able to draw upon Ivory's power to amplify my own enough to expel the presence..."

Adromaw : "What would it be like, something I could do; could my present be used to aid somehow?" he asked with eyes still closed. With in himself he was having a conversation with a part of him surrounded by images of past and preset. States and phrases from others each giving a point in his mind while a battle of his past runs around him. Soldiers were falling from horses in clash, a mirror of him 'dancing' in the fight while he himself stood on a checker floor. Standing opposite another mirror of his being, one he of what he is the other the embodiment of his doubts and lacking.

Venes shakes her head. "You’re no mage. I don't think you could help. I'm nervous to try. I'd rather wait for a mind walk to see exactly what is inside there... Adro. Could you find Jhulae? Do you know where she is?"

The door parted and a presence from the old world slipped inside the shadows, blinding as his senses sought out the one.....

"Even if I am no mage, could a mage bring me to her?" he asked stubbornly as much as the nick name. He thought it over, "I could if she doesn't react to my leaving I could try and search Jhulae out. I just fear to move right now" he sighs “Unless danger comes, but if you think it best I will track her down”

Venes overreacted as another presence came into being. Concentrating hard she would throw up a mental shield around the trio, believing whatever was in Nadja's mind was coming out. Softly she sighed, knowing it would be costly to maintain a shield on the two while she was away but she would try. "Stay here. I will find and send the Drow healer then." She turns, quickly heading for the door.

Adromaw lay there still with Nadja in arms waiting patiently "No change" he states "For now"

[Nadja]

Jhulae walks up: okay what is wrong?

Venes "Adro, you know the whole story and you are the faster speaker here."

"She acts in slumber, deep pain and fear - moves but does not wake. Venes felt a presence when she tried to heal seeping wounds that formed. She mumbles words and embraces, kisses. The words are: Meu Stapan, Basillio, and Meu Dragoste. She goes between great fear and peace" he spoke of all he knew

Jhulae moves to kneel beside Nadja, placing her hand softly on her shoulder: Venes, what exactly did you feel when you where healing her?

"An icy presence. Malicious too, as if it was trying to strike back at me. It was powerful too."

Jhulae nods: that is helpful to know before I start to mind walk

"My holding her like this going to be a problem?" He asks Jhulae softly as their arms were embraced around each other

That is not a problem

Basillio stood melded into the shadows and watched as the Wight’s and lesser races hovered over the tiny Romanian lying unconscious upon a rug near a fire. 'Meu Dragoste, Nadja'. His voice touched the fragile gypsy's mind.

Adromaw with relief closed his eyes and rested waiting without knowing how or if he can help.

Jhulae lets out her wings and flutters them softly a moment: when I start the mine walk I will not be able to answer or respond until after I am done

Nadja would softly sigh, peace upon the tiny Rom's features. The voice that which had been crooning her inner ear, that which protected her from the entity that threatened to consume her. "Meu Stapan." The hushed soft whisper to pass her lips, barely audible by those with normal hearing.

Venes nods to Jhulae. "I am here if you need to draw on my powers as well."

Adromaw opened his eyes, "She speaks it again" as his ears flicked about

"I heard it too Adro. Though I still do not know what it means."

I have ways to draw energy as I can not pull from others that are not linked to me while I mind walk, but thank you for the offer

Basillio 's keen eyes watched over the tiny gypsy, his own, he'd called her. 'I am near, Meu Dragoste, I watch you from both sides, and harm shall not come to you.' Smoothly he caressed her with a touch other could not see, the shields he'd put up to protect her many years ago now stood stronger with his presence lurking just out of the mind's eye of those that stood watch over her physical body.

Jhulae closes her eyes and leaves her own mind and into Nadja's

Nadja would snuggle more into Adro, an outward enactment of what transpired in that protective state of dreams.

Jhulae as she tries to mind walk she finds shields in the way and finds this interesting but works to find away around to the source of why Nadja is out like she is

Adromaw would but only tighten his grasp to give her form some sort of answer though no more. His mind worked over and pondered the scene. The words, the way she spoke them. The gentle kiss to the nose, the conflicting fears that she did express. What could it mean, I am yours... you are mine? A lover’s name? Did something happen to one she has close? His brow furrowed as his thoughts searched to understand her.

Nadja was in a state of peace that was before Jhulae entered to disrupt the beastly entity that was trying to break through the barriers that Basillio had protectively placed. Jhulae would feel the coldness, the stench of death to nearly suffocate her senses. An oppressive entity also resided within the tiny Gypsy ... if the mind walker had ever encountered one before, then she'd recognize it as a soul reaper .. It’s intent, to collect the little Gypsy’s soul .. The only thing keeping it from collecting what it wanted was the striking figure that Jhulae could now see in Nadja's mind's eye. He emitted the powers of the old world, of a time when men were more barbaric than they are today ..... When the beast sensed another presence, he would strike out at it, those sharp talon claws reaching to tear into the mind of the other ... but, it wasn't the mind reader it was lashing out for, but that of the unborn child that laid within .... The entity was not giving up on the Gypsy, but was also seeking to take another innocent into its grasp.

Basillio has there, in the shadows of Nadja's dreams, his hazel eyes watched as the Drow passed silently by them and moved on in search of the force that now held his tiny Rom He had come to her to set her free, but for the moment he allowed the friend's to give aid to Nadja. Basillio had always been near to watch over here, in one form other another, but he'd never hampered the free spirit of the Rom that he'd taken in and sheltered. He waited with Nadja, crouched over her, his protective arms and his mind blocking the invasion of those that plagued her own visions of the dreams and shadows of the sleeping worlds. He waited...knowing what was about to come, he'd need to shield her, when the darkness came after the Drowess.

Jhulae looks about for the source of the trouble, and speaks softly: Nadja, you do not know me but I am Jhulae, I am hear to help as your friends are concerned for you
Jhulae senses something off but is not concerned as if anything entered her mind they would find the soul of an angel named Ciry, ready to protect her mind and her unborn child as she walks in Nadja's mind: whoever is here besides Nadja, show yourself

: In the tense moment and amidst his mind detached from and secluded from Jhulae’s attempts to reach her. His mind continued its discussion within himself of himself upon the checker floor some short distance from which the battle of cavalry, men and bastet alike danced around and swirled plumes of dust. “There is but nothing you can do.” Said his doubtful mirror “To hell that could be” came the response of his naïve and stubborn self that faced it “She acts here despite, perhaps she could feel something within” came the retort. “How unlikely” and they stared off each other; the battle subsided with the bastet horsemen gathered behind. Looking as the dust subsided he saw but a memory of her as they stood on the dock. She seemed distant in his mind a sense from his helplessness. But should she move again and how what should he do if anything and how to respond. Would it mean anything anyway – a conflict in his mind unresolved

Nadja begins to twitch as the beast within begins to lash out at the other entity that invaded the mind of the one he was trying to collect. Its rage surged through her body, causing pain as she felt it lashing out at the Drowess. It may not be able to collect the soul of the unborn child, but it wasn't about to let another stand in its way of taking this one. It would strike out with its talon claws, their razor tips seeking to destroy anything ... if they found not the Drowess, then the impact would take place on the form of the unconscious Rom. As before, tender flesh once unmarred would show the angry red lines as flesh tore and blood seeping from their gaping wounds. It would also lash out at the Nightwalker that protected the soul that was his intent to collect. The beast was a source of pure rage, but merely a puppet of another source of power, greater than the beast the resided within the entity of the small Rom.

Jhulae winces as she feels something hit her and growls out as she speaks in Drow and she forms a ball of energy around herself and tries not to curse in Drow that she has yet to learn to keep from feeling when something touches the shield as she looks around for what hit her

Basillio 's voice whispered against Nadja's ear within the dream state. 'Hold close to me Meu Dragoste.' Basillio pushed the tiny Rom behind him and slowly he stood ready for the attack. In the shadows the ancient one pushed back a cloak and the armor he wore gleamed bright, it was a heavy dark metal, made of alien metal, never before seen by modern blacksmiths. The unique body armor had enhanced his form, fitting like a glove, he'd been one of the plants fiercest warrior's. A blade of black gleaming metal was unsheathed and held out, Basillio crouched down as the soul reaper came rushing past the Drow and charged directly for the gypsy. From out of the mists, the shadows and Nod's dream like world the warrior's battle cry rang forth. He might the soul reaper with an impact that sent both of them crashing to an unseen floor of darkness. A struggle ensued, power over power, might again might. The nightwalker's eyes burned red, his hand struck out and his blade drove in as he thrust it into the apparition form of the reaper's body. Screams would fill the room and echo like ten thousand banshees let loose upon the world. The sound deafening. The reaper snarled with hatred ten fold as its claws slashed relentlessly at Basilio's armor. The warrior fell to one knee in pain, his sword swung back and slice through the mid section of the reaper; suddenly it was gone...yet defeated? It was not, Basillio would have to pursue it into the darker planes until it was destroyed. For now he turned back and found in the warm grasses of Nod, his Nadja, her body in prone state and trembling. He went to her, reshealthing his weapon and scooped her up into his arms. 'Come Meu Dragoste, I take you from here. For now...you are safe...but not for over long.' He'd carry her from the land of Nod and back into the waking world, setting her within the prone figure laid upon the rug before the heart. His voice was then opened heard by all in the room. "Awaken...Nadja. Come awake." He called.-

Jhulae at the sound of the blade being unsheathed she turns quickly and almost loses her concentration on her shield of energy not known if she was going to be attacked or what hither she feels the presents of her Ilhar near by even if not in Nadja's mind at least near enough to see that she is mind walking

Selena enters into the mind of her daughter and growls deeply following her mind trail, her entire mind force four being rushing in to help her daughter sensing her danger "Leave my daughter alone!"

Jhulae winces and holds her ears at the sound as she tries not to let her energy shield drop, not wanting to risk feeling the tentacles touching her again if what tried to harm her showed back up as she looked about

Selena holds her hands out to the being present near her daughter a trinity of holy light flooding from her hands even the very upset Drowess Selena seeming to emit an unholy light from her out stretched hands "As I said... leave Jhulae alone!"

Adromaw watched Nadja's twitching form and the stillness of the room and its quiet was a little unnerving. He wasn't sure why but he uttered simple words that would likely fall on deaf ears as if to talk to Nadja. "Stand tall." His ears strained with a screeching call and he flinched holding into her. “Stand tall.” He repeated unsure of what was going on.

Moments after a strange voice calling her to wake but from no where seen told her to wake. He looked a little shocked and frozen unable to move to sudden with her upon him and Jhulae in her state. His eyes darted about as he slowly moved over Nadja protectively trying to seek out the sounds sources and free his range of movement.

Jhulae sees her Ilhar enter Nadja's mind to where she is as she lets the energy shield drop at hearing a male voice speaking to Nadja: Ilhar, I am okay, though I did not expect to have something lash out at me like that. Nadja are you okay?

Basillio finally revealed himself and moved over near Nadja's form. His hazel eyes rested on her, waiting for her to stir. Basillio 's eyes drew up from the gypsy and rested on the feline creature. "I am the one who protects her, I am her Stapan." He says with reserve. His watchful eyes moved back to Nadja, awaiting her to leave behind Nod.


Nadja‘s mind was grasping to hold on, so close to the brink of madness did it come as the ancient Nightwalker and Soul Reaper set to battle within it's frail bindings. The Drowess who entered her mind as she mind walked could be seen. As the wailing screams were heard, her lips would part as her own blood curdling scream would rip out to add to the others. A sound of pain and fear all compounded in with those of the Banshee that filled the physical world with their screams.

Adromaw looked upon the figure that appeared with a cold demanding expression, "Who are you" he called in whisper his hand slowly moving to his leg but for some reason felt stayed. He kept himself over Nadja as a flesh shield till danger would come known to pass he'd take what blow came for her.

Are you speaking to me? *her eyes a purple color as she mind walks but still a sentient being controls her body*

Starflower quirks a brow. Whoops, looked like she'd walked into something not so great and this wasn't a good time to be around. She slunk back towards the door.

Somehow, I doubt this... *her body seeming to shimmer with a series of scales for a moment*

Adromaw decided to test and asked of him, "What do these words mean? Meu Stapan, Basillio, Meu Dragoste" his olive eyes unflinching gazed at the man his ears forward to collect

Nadja body would at first go rigid, then into what seemed like small seizures. It would seem like an eternity this all transpired, when in truth it was but a matter of minutes. It was then the chilling grip of the soul reaper released its hold, the tug of war between the beast and the Nightwalker had ceased for the moment and offered her genuine peace. As his voice touched that inner ear, being spoken within her mind and without. A soft moan would now pass her lips as her screams subside. Slowly her eyes would begin to open, and much to her surprise, the face she had thought she was awakening to was not at all who she expected. She had thought she was awaking in the arms of Basillio, but instead was in the arms of Adro, snuggled on a fur rug before the warmth of the hearth. Her mind still muddled with what had transpired over the course of the night and into the next of her nightmarish counter. A soft glow of pink to capture her cheeks as she looked eye to eye with Adro ... "what...?" .... But then she...... heard his voice again, and being awake, she knew it was not a dream. A look of confusion to be the mask she now wore as her eyes and head move to gaze into those familiar hazel pools.


Kit rushes in. “Is Jhulae here?”

[Nadja]

Kit Snarls and proceeds in the door - Jhyli!!

Basillio 's eyes were on Nadja as he answered the feline's questions. "My Stapan means my lord master, mea Dragoste means my love." He tells him. He looked without moving his eyes, towards the other females in the room and did not bother a reply his concern was for solely Nadja at the moment.

Kit places his hand on Jhulae's shoulder

How do you claim someone as their lord and master?

Basillio 's eyes finally bothered to move and look at Selene. "I do not claim it, she does." His voice softly resounded back.

Adromaw flinched a little at her seizure and moved a hand to her shoulder for but a moment and when the question came he but smiled “Later” and he nodded to the man who explained the words. He moved to release himself from Nadja’s arms but he’d watch closely to be sure. He’d not take well to something harming her at this point. His ears moved with his tension

Selena laughs "In such cases it is usually forced upon another"

Basillio 's eyes moved back to Nadja, watching her with a gentle concern. "You wish a verbal fight for something you have no understanding, I am not the one to battle wits with, lady." He said to Selene. "No one shall bring harm to her, I have ever been there watching over her."

Nadja continued to blush awakening to find others bickering about her as she lay in the arms of a friend, a too intimate position for all to be so casual about. Offering Adro a gentle smile, even if she was a bit embarrassed, slowly she'd move to sit up, although still weak from what she endured. "Its nu forced ..." The words weak and soft in being spoken. "...He protects Meu when others can't or refuse to." with her back resting against the stones of the hearth for support, her gaze would rise to meet Basilio's and now he would notice those once midnight hues no longer existed ... something had transformed her to the point she now gazed upon him with emerald pool that captured the firelight reflectively.

Oh.. I don't battle wits.. Plus *puts a hand on her belly* Not really in a good position to.. Although I did make a leader say he was a bad one..

Basillio simply dismissed the female, he watched as the feline stood up, though he held no animosity towards him, he'd only watched over the gypsy as he would have expected when someone cared deeply for another. Basilio's eyes turned with Nadja's movements as she sat up, his hazel eyes would met with the colors of green and suddenly the old nightwalker understood too clearly of the night terrors he's sensed in her dreams all these months. Of his race, she would have been swiftly hunted and killed, but Basillio would never allow that to happen; not for this one, ever. He held plans for her and even in this state nothing was forever lost...not to him. "Meu Dragoste, how good it is to look upon the face of beauty that haunts me still to this day." He said with a smile.

For some odd reason Jhulae stood in Nadja's mind a few moments rubbing at where she was clawed, before stepping back into her own mind and winces as the marks transfer from her mental state to her body ah ouch

Selena draws back into herself the scales pulling back into her body as the Merdrow takes back over the body "Are you okay Jhulae?"

Adromaw took the smile with just a darted glance betraying his own embarrassment, the concern of the wait to watch over and confirm the man’s intentions at the fore front of his mind. He stood by silent and over watching and listening. The poetic words curling a smile on him he matches them to the actions portrayed in the ordeal. He seemingly relaxed a little using solely Nadja's coming response before assuming all danger but passed

Nadja eyes drift to lightly rest on all gathered. She knew of Kit, having seen him in the port, even if never formally introduced. Jhulae was a friend in the making, Adro a dear friend she cherished as she did Ivory and a few others. Selene she knew not, and could not understand why she attacked Basillio so. The man saved her life, and possibly her very soul. Still lost in those hazel eyes of the ancient one. "I have seen tu, Meu Stapan, in Meu dreams ....the night terrors that plague Meu..." He was her only solace on many occasions, that memory he planted as a seed but only four or five years ago.

Jhulae waited a few moments not really ready to feel the transfer of the claw marks to her mental form to her physical but she had to also be sure all was well within her own body after what had just happened, as she reenters her own mind she winces and hisses as the claw marks form on her body oh ouch

Selena places a hand on her daughter and floods her with a white healing energy, her body channeling the light from around them into the healing touch

Basilio's answer was an easy one. "I told you, I would always be there, just within your mind's eye if ever you had need of me." Basillio still did not bother to elaborate over the secret seduction he'd brushed into her dream, she knew it was there, but only for that fleeting, waking moment, when he'd stole it away from her memory. He sat before her crouched and smiling. So good it was to look upon her again.

Jhulae sighs softly at the feel of her Ilhar's energy and then says may I ask what that was that clawed me?

Selena Do not worry about my own energy... this is energy from the light

Nadja peers up at Adro, over to Jhulae and then back to Basillio, she knew the answer in her heart even before asking. Basillio coming to be here physically was warning enough that what she endured was far from over. "It's not gone, is it!" More a statement than a question as her legs drew up to her chest and her arms encircled about her knees to draw them close. A glance towards Jhulae .."Something or someone wants Meu aura." Her essence, her existence .. And with it all that her gifts hold.

You will not hurt Jhulae... I will not allow it

Jhulae pulls her wings in as Ciry mentally whispers to her of something having tried to go after her unborn child and tries not to growl as she looks about seeing Basillio being the only one she did not know, " you where in her mind too where you not? The one with the blade?", looks to Nadia " There are ways to protect the soul "

Adromaw flicked his ears at the statements and with slow unfolding arms he took a planted stance. Something wants her inner being? But what and he watched the man intently expecting answers to flow from him freely with an occasional glance to Nadja, his face filled with question. Jhulae begins her questioning and he waits out what may reveal if he may in some way aid

Basillio would confirm her fears, never had he held back the truth from the Rom, it was not his way, nor was it desired by the gypsy to be deceived, mostly by those she held trust with. He gave a nod. "I am afraid so, Meu Dragoste. It is why I come to you now. You cannot fight this alone, thus I will go before you and together, will the help of others, and we will defeat this." His words were strong, firm and held conviction.

I will help you.. And I don't wish to fight him.. I simply question things offhand

My Ilhar, is a little over protective at time when it comes to my or her grandchildren coming to danger

Basillio nodded to Jhulae. "I was there, with her." He slowly stood up. "I will not fight her. The battle does not lie between us, but the soul reaper that has cornered the mind of your Rom friend, here. Meu Dragoste. That is where our battle is to be fought."

Nadja would sigh softly as her eyes lowered to her hands. "It's Meu fault Stapan. Meu wanderlust again rears its head, in this I walked where I was nu welcomed. This thing that entered Meu, came when I visited a place that held a sense of those like al tu self." Slowly her eye rose to meet his, then up to Adro before a glance was spared towards the others. Back upon Basillio her attention return. "I know not what I did to anger them so to where they wish to take something so precious from Meu." She never once considered the fact she's still an innocent, an innocent soul by the most part, irregardless of the other beast that presently lay dormant within the pit of her existence. How did she approach this subject with him, was it because she was already claimed an enemy?

Adromaw shifted uneasily at the conversation. More wishing harm to her and the previous mention of vampires with Shoepa and Ivory before hand. His mind questioned how do you deal with such is there anything more to them than what he was told of their lust for the red drink. Even though he is armed now unlike before when he first aided Nadja he felt the same in the absence of knowledge. Like he was blind with but just scent and keen ear to guide; he simply stood keeping his company as before though a bit more silent.

Basillio looked gently on the face of Nadja. "For as long as time has been counted, Cain's child have had to struggle against those who outcast them from men. It has been taught and learned by his descendants to protect themselves, yet I cannot answer for those that grow foolish or greedy, eagerly taking souls that are not for the taking. And yours, my Nadja, is one of those souls. Wise they are not, but lacking the knowledge of who they hunt for now. They must be educated, though I will not waste time for this. My concern is for you now, this moment. I have left behind the battles within the forests of Belovezhskaya Pushcha, where the true battle resides. Valentino has raised his own elite army against us, Enoch is prepared for him, as is Camilla. More of this we shall speak together...alone." He said, his eyes locked onto the Rom's face. His eyes would soften some, seen the inner struggle fight within Nadja, in time, soon enough; the old nightwalker would reveal to her he knew. He knew of her change, that this very change made them mortal enemies, or at least their kind. He'd offered her the gift once...he would persuade her this time to accept it.

[Nadja]

Nadja listened as he bespoke of a land she once walked upon, of names she was familiar with and left behind so long ago. A place where her heart was left in the massive manor of another Nightwalker. A love that was never to fruit, due to the forbidden nature between those who walked in the sun and those by the moon. A slow nod of understanding to his statement. "I'm sorry if I caused anyone pain or suffering in this." Spoken to Adro, Jhulae and Selena. It was one thing to bring harm upon herself, but to involve others was not in her nature. She would rather die than see harm to those she considered close or respected. She knew Selena not, but she was affiliated with Jhulae, and in that a form of respect would be given.

Jhulae listens to what is said as she thinks: seems I am always learning something new when I mind walk

Adromaw seemingly getting him self from one situation to another with ease for better or worse shook off the statement with a quick flick of his body his fur ruffled. “I meant our talk before that day, I’m not going anywhere for a while yet.” He refused to just abandon her; he stood unarmed with her amidst threats of arrest and massacre once he’ll do it again.

Nadja would look up to Adro and offer him one of her warm gentle smiles. He had stood beside her in dire times, she owed him much for that and one day hoped to repay... even if she spoke it not, she knew in her heart he would refuse such actions in return, so she'd do it secretly.

Basillio finally turned to the young feline and introduced himself formally. "I am Basillio Abascal, though I have been known by many names over the years. My thanks to you, for watching over Nadja."

Jhulae frowns about something but does not say anything as she looks up at Basillio: Vedui' Basillio, I know your introducing yourself to Adromaw, but I figured I should introduce myself as well: I am Jhulae of the Healer's Guild

And I... I am Selena of the Healer's Guild, a pleasure to meet you

Basillio turned to the Drowess. "My apologizes, lady. I mean no disrespect for not formally acknowledge you and your family. My thoughts are currently entangled with the Rom's for many years has it been since we last laid eyes on each other. A please to both of you ladies." He said smoothly, smiling.

Adromaw nods to Basillio and returns the introduction “I am Adromaw, nothing more and I do what I feel I must at the time. Nadja is often kind to me I can not ignore that; Jhulae here came and risked herself where I could not.”

Jhulae tries not to growl as the baby starts kicking hard as she was going to stand up but realizes she should not have set down

Jhulae... *giggles* He kicked

Basillio nodded. "I am indebted in thanks to you then, for risking yourselves. I would have come sooner if events had allowed, luckily I arrived it seems in time." Basillio smiled at the feline's assessment of the Rom. "She has always been kind to those close to her, sometimes I have feared it puts her in grave danger, even for the keen vision of sight she holds."

Jhulae laughs: Ilhar, the baby has been kicking A LOT

Mine too... *grins*

Nadja peers between the two men ... "I am blessed with two protectors such as the two of tu." Softly stated in that purred heavily accented voice of the Rom. Slowly she was regaining her strength, no longer did she need to use the hearth to prop herself. Her head still ached, but that's to be expected for the battle that ensued there. Try having tow powerful creatures battle in your brain, and see if you walk away unscathed.

Jhulae looks to Nadia and smiles softly: How are you feeling?

Basillio kneeled down before Nadja; taking her hand he gently stroked it with the pad of his thumb. "Meu Dragoste, if you will allow me but this, I will take you to a place of rest where you can heal and regain yourself, physical and mental cleansing. Come with me?" He bequeathed of her.

Adromaw could only part a smile and shift his stance as he stood, keeping sight of the door and most of the windows until should they part this place. Though chances are time would offer a short respite. He'd have to come visit more often by the sound of it with the knowledge of the threat

Nadja glances towards Jhulae as she offers a smile." Better with each passing moment." It would be Basillio that attention turned to next and she couldn't help the smile which formed to brighten her delicate features. "I would nu deny tu, Meu Stapan, ever."

Basillio leaned forward and scooped her into his arms, easily standing up with her tiny weight rested against him protectively.

Jhulae looks over at Adromaw: Adromaw, can you help me stand please? I have been kneeling to long and being pregnant does have its disadvantages

"Certainly" he says readily as he moves to assist Jhulae with an extending arm and solid stance

Jhulae thinks how sexy Basillio looks and whistles innocently

Jhulae... you know I can read your mind still right?

Basillio turned with Nadja's in his arms and slipped with her into the mists.

Jhulae reaches up and takes Adromaw's hands as she pulls up to get to her feet: Thank you Adromaw and I know Ilhar Jhulae also thinks Adro is a cute kitty