Awakening and Realization ~The Search Begins~

[Kahlan Lothair]

Amariette: ~"Please, I need to see Her Majesty immediately!" Amariette pleaded with the guards who stood before the doors of the Loritorium, her eyes beginning to fill with tears that had not yet traveled down her flushed cheeks. She had ridden all the way back to Emain Macha to find the Queen and beg for help, Daniel having been stolen practically in front of her eyes. Emerging from her tent wearing the pretty blouse and skirt from the day before, she had smelled smoke on the air, and had been horrified to find the dig site of Invernis burning and smoldering to certain ruin. Watching as Daniel was swept up from the ground over some unknown woman's shoulder, she had not been able to react fast enough and only watched as her beloved vanished before her very eyes.~<c>
Amariette: ~The woman and her darkly implicating wink left an icy chill upon her tender heart. "Daniel!" She had cried as she ran to the spot where he had laid, the pool of blood still warm and fresh against the dirt and her lips parting in a silent gasp. Falling to her knees, she had reached out with trembling fingers and pushed them into the ground, the red of his blood coating the tips and drawing her almost instantly into a trance. The entire scene played out before her, as she viewed from within Daniel's eyes. The brief but threatening conversation, Daniel's swift refusal and retreat, seeking to find shelter in her tent, and lastly, the gun shot and the painful aftermath.~<c>
Amariette: ~A sudden deep inhale had brought her back to reality and her fingers had jerked up from the ground trembling and ice cold to the touch. Lifting them to her eyes, she had stared at the crimson remnants and the dark earth, her heart racing and sobs choking her throat. Now was not a time to cry. For Daniel's sake, she had to find help and fast! But who could give her aid? Everyone in the camp was busy surveying the damage the sudden fire had created, no one even noticed the red headed girl kneeling before a pool of already congealing blood. Struggling to her feet, she had searched the mountainside and the skies frantically for Halar but the dragon had been nowhere to be found. Oh why had she been so forsaken now at a time like this?!~<c>
Amariette: ~Quickly wiping her hands on her long skirt, she had noticed an abandoned horse tied securely to a tree and her mind sent her body quick to action, the flash of her hem and ankles barely discernible. She had to get help, and the only person she could think to find was the Queen herself, she'd know what to do. Heaven help her if she arrived at the castle to find Her Majesty still in her coma, for then she was sure, that no one would be able to save her Daniel. Untying the reins, she had swept them over the gentle beasts' head and gave his flanks a reassuring pat, hoping that he would not be too terribly exhausted from the early morning activities thus far.~<c>
Amariette: ~Leaping up into the saddle, she had kicked the stallion into a furious gallop that had carried her out of Invernis and all the way back to Emain Macha, reaching the castle just after midnight. Amariette had held no fear, and her mind was only filled with thoughts of Daniel and his safety, the look of him unconscious on the ground causing her heart to skip a beat. Now she was here, standing here, doomed to remain locked out of the Loritorium because of some silly ancient custom that held firm despite her most heartfelt pleas. "I beg of you, please let me in! This is an emergency that only the Queen can address! One of her most trusted is in danger! Please! You must let me inside! I must see her!"~<c>
Amariette: ~ It was a marvel that she had even made it this far, but Amariette had become more and more aware of her innate sense of direction and uncanny intuition. The more lost she became, the closer she was to her destination. Finding the Loritorium had been just such an example.~

Willow OFreiden: ~Willow had earnestly trailed behind Amariette, the strange woman speaking of her mother. She knew a few familiar words that described Kahlan. "Queen" was a familiarity and often used to express the person. Her fat little legs carried the anxious self along the desperate trail that Amari led. Willow had no inkling, yet, something deep inside that formulating mind and mix of emotions created the sensation that something wasn't right. Something was in need of attending too. She could tell simply by the way Amari and the others raised their voices around one another. The way the kingdom had been brought into confusion over the past few days.
Willow OFreiden: . Even her nanny seemed distant and gave off the feeling of fear. Like some wild animal, the child could sense the fear in others. It was no magick. A child could perceive the stranger things in others. Her stubby legs became weak and tired. They fumbled and no longer felt the joy of running so wildly. What was a step to an adult, became a marathon of running and sprinting for the small child. Eyes became wildly emotional, she felt herself whine and beg in tears for assistance as only a child could. She rushed to the right flank of Amari, she had seen the woman before, no fear shown. She muttered tired words and raised weakened arms. "Mah. .." Simple to comprehend, the child had heard Amari demand to be seen with the Queen. She had heard that one word. Soon, she hoped, she would be in her
Willow OFreiden: in her mothers arms and not some strangers.~

Aerillia: The doors to the sanctuary that the women were locked away in allowed the muted sound of a frantic voice through, punctuated only by the stern replies of the guard. Long ebon tresses dance slightly as Aerillia gains her footing on the stone ground, having been in a light slumber in the chair near the Queen. Long strides accented by the spicy scent of the desert and glistening skin cleansed by the high moon. Despite the night, the room was awash with light seeming from the moon and stars, but could they be so strong? When she makes it to the door she pulls the handle and peers out. "What the hell is going on out here?!" Ancient customs werent surrounding the door, the customs themselves enveloped the Queen. "This room is off limits to the general public." She nods to <C>
Aerillia: Amariette. "Her majesty is not yet awake. She will entertain whatever personal trauma you have when she is well enough." Aerillia begins to close the door until she spies the little dusky headed form of Kahlan's daughter. She stoops to pick the little girl up, her ebon tresses mingling with those of Willow's brown. "Willow? What are you doing here? Your mother is taking a little nap right now..." Aerillia's piercing blue eyes, blue as fire, find Amariette and glare slightly as if Amariette had brought the child along on purpose. Her words, dappled with a gentle accent that matches her amber colored skin, "Your nanny must be worried sick. <C>
Aerillia: You really shouldn't run away from Amelia like that." She glances over her shoulder at Kahlan laying on the void black podium. Her skin had recently turned rosier, boding well for the comatose Queen. Long dark black lashes frame eyes that soften as she looks to Willow. Aerillia had no clue as to how Kahlan would awaken or even when she would. Finally she turns to Amariette's babbling, as if just recognizing it. "This is private ground, I hope you have good reason to be here." Setting Willow down, Aerillia glances down to her and then to Amariette. Well at least they were female. Kahlan wasnt exactly dressed under the heavy blankets that covered her body. <C>
Aerillia: Her only shield from the world should the blankets fall away is a towel like sheet of cloth she is wrapped in. "You." She points to one of the guards. "Run and get a meal ready for the Queen as was ordered. We dont know when she will awaken, but she has been asleep for several days." The guard clasps his hand over his heart in salute and runs off to do his task. Eyes as hypnotizing as the eyes of a dragon level on Amariette. "It will be your head if I breach any protocol allowing you in here." Aerillia wasnt a people person per se, in fact being a Priestess of Avalon you think she might be. Yet differences in duties and situations have made Aerillia what she is. Opening the door she allows Amariette and inadvertantly Willow inside. <E>

[Kahlan Lothair]

Amariette: ~Slipping in as swiftly and as easily as she could, she looked toward the young Princess and felt her heart sink. She hadn't even noticed the little girl in her fury, but the sight of her now gave her a small measure of comfort if not an even deeper sense of dread. Curtsying low to the woman, she felt her voice waver, in sudden fear of losing her life because of her love for a man she barely knew. "Please my Lady, forgive my intrusion. I mean no disrespect to Her Majesty or those of the High Born present here. I come with dire news from Invernis."~<c>
Amariette: ~"Archeologist Daniel Carter has been kidnapped, and most of the dig site is practically burned beyond repair, or so I think. I admit that I did not stay long to survey the damage in further detail, because I felt it imperative that I find the Queen and tell her of what has transpired. Forgive me Lady, I mean no disrespect whatsoever. I've come to…well….I've come to beg Her Majesty for help. I came to beg her to help me save Daniel." Lifting her gaze to the powerful female attendant, her green eyes were filled with horror, panic, and a deepening sorrow, her entire attitude that of grave concern. Fighting back the tears that filled her eyes anew, she drew her head away and rose to her full height, hands coming to clasp against her waist and fidget uncomfortably.~<c>
Amariette: ~Letting her gaze move across the room now, she was in sudden and obvious awe at the beauty of it, her breath caught in her throat and the color in her face draining away. There was not a word that could be found that would describe the sight that was revealed to her in the Loritorium, her heart filling with such a sense of amazement that it was almost debilitating. Swallowing gently, her eyes came to rest on the body of Queen Kahlan, a deep inhale filling her lungs and forcing her body forwards on silent steps. Although she could not get near to the noble woman, she drifted as far as she was allowed and fell to one knee, her head bowed and her hands clasped together against her chest.~<c>
Amariette: ~Long tresses of crimson fell from her ears to shield her face as her words flowed out softly, barely audible, but clear like the sound of chimes on the wind. "Mighty Matron of the fairest kingdom, I offer my thanks for your sacrifice and I pray that you receive me now, a humble servant, and hear my plea. I have traveled far and swift to bring news of your people, and I only wish now to be heard by those here whom serve you without question. My name is Amariette Willowbane, and I come into your presence seeking mercy and audience, please, hear me, hear me and help me. Help me for him."~

Willow OFreiden: ~"No nennnneh! I want my Mahmah!" She screamed, as her once quiet nature filled with such a piercing sound that would startle even the gods . She clutched and flung herself stubbornly against the woman, who felt more than comforting. She began to use her thumb as another comfort method. While she suckled on her thumb, she gave off low whines and rejected any reasoning the woman's soft voice brought to her. She was quickly put down, which brought more frustration since all she wanted was to be held. She saw the slight still, body of her mother and froze in wonder…Why wasn't mama moving? What made her so still? Was she upset with her?
Willow OFreiden: Odd thoughts rang through the voice in her mind. The child gave all of her unused energy and sprang towards the black thing her mother rested on. She clutched towards her robes not giving a care about disturbing her in any way. The alter was just high enough so the child could at least see her mothers face and clutch at the cloth that barely reached across her flesh. She didn't understand the reason why her mother lay so deathly still or why the room was filled with worry and a slight hint of chaos. She didn't sob, didn't break out in tears as normal children her age would.
Willow OFreiden: Infact, she wanted to comfort her mother, she understood comfort only. She moved her hands in a 'petting' motion. "Mama sick? I'll make her bettarh." She said this with such confidence, that she thought at any moment, surely her mother would rise and greet her with a hug. ~

Kahlan Lothair A subtle shift under the heavy crimson coverlet and a long exhale. A deep inhale shifts the coverlet more. Had she truely heard the plea of the woman nearby? Kahlan looked so very peaceful with waves of golden hair seeming all the more red in the brilliant light of the night shining down from stars and moon above. Her skin seems to sparkle ever so slightly and another deep inhale seems to be timed perfectly with a gust of wind. Where had it come from? What was going on? Awarness came first. Sharply, so sharp in fact that she winces, her serene features screwed up into a small mask of pain. Not from any true wound other than the piercing of her skull and a slight nausea. <C>
Kahlan Lothair Suddenly she becomes aware that there are several people in the room. Vaguely she notes that she knows all three of them, one more than the other two. Before she can stop the tugging of the cloth, or even find her voice to object, the blanket slides off of her body and falls over Willow. Still she has not opened her eyes and she begins to smell the room. As if everything were returning to her once again, almost like a newborn fawn just finding its legs. She smells spice, dirt, her baby girl, and blood. Blood...her eyes snap open and a sharp intake of breath heaves her body upward so that she is sitting up. Kahlan's eyes shine for a moment as the draconic entity leaves them. <C>
Kahlan Lothair Slender fingers and delicate hands snatch at the only other piece of cloth covering her body as it futilely tries to follow the heavy blanket that her daughter pulled down. Holding the towel like sheet to her body she manages somehow to tie it off. Her hair seems almost longer and there is a slight sheen to her body as she swings her legs over the side of the podium. Her hair dances in the fiery moonlight and it seems that she has been cleansed. Her body shifts ever so slightly as if everything is slowly awakening along with the rest of her conciousness. "Willow..." she says with a smile as she slides down off of the podium. She really seems to breathe the word, however when her bare feet connect with the cold stone of the floor it is as if she has no bones in her legs <C>
Kahlan Lothair At all. She manages however to catch herself with the podium and a hand on the floor. Reaching out with graceful arms, looking rather unkempt and yet so naturally vibrant that there seems no need for anything else, she motions for Willow to come to her. If there was one thing she wanted right now, it was her daughters warmth. However the plaintive cry of Amariette had reached her ears. Her peace would be a short lived one, and as soon as she could summon the strength to stand she would. Her voice though weak sends shock waves through the area, as if the magic she had tapped into had not yet worn off. "Look for Halar. He will know the answers we seek." Her voice goes dry and she swallows furtively. <C>
Kahlan Lothair Her eyes almost the color of the sea dance over to Amariette. A light smile for strength, strength that not even she had at this time, and a nod. "We will find him..." How could she know? It was impossible...and yet this is the same woman that saved Daniel from bleeding to death and losing a leg. The same woman left in the dirt to rest and going through changes that no one had seen at the time. Delicate curls brush against soft cheeks as she holds her daughter close assuming she jumped readily into her arms as she normally does. <E>

[Kahlan Lothair]

Daniel Carter: -Even the air felt chilled tonight just as the Silver Dragon expected as he flew towards Castle Emain with all the might he had. He had seen everything, heard everything, even from up on high. He had clearly seen the face of the woman who shot and kidnapped Dr. Carter and the aftermath of her rage at his refusal to be in the employ of criminals. She was Phoenix. What they wanted from Daniel he could only guess. If there was something of value in the hands of such a man as the patriarch then chances were he wanted Daniel to tell him how to use it. No matter what the situation, the reasons behind it could not be pure of intent. He had also seen Amariette steal a horse and ride like the wind for the castle to see the queen. Now, with thunder rolling (C)-
Daniel Carter: -over the night he landed with a thud on the stone terrace in the courtyard, then let out a bellow and a roar to announce to everyone his arrival. Kahlan was awake, the city was on edge, and inside tensions were heating up. "Amariette Willowbane." The voice thundered over the night, "We would have words." It was a stern voice, the cold, repitilain tone of a dragon who had something to say. It was never good to ignore such a beast, even on one of his good days.(F)-

Amariette: ~It seemed the very bones in her body rattled at the sound of Halar summoning her into the night, her eyes drifting toward the Queen as she held her child close as a mother should. Bowing her head humbly once again, her voice flowed out smoothly, but with a touch of fear, "If you'll excuse me Your Highness, I have been summoned." Rising to her feet, she flew out of the doors in a billowing wave of crimson locks, the Loritorium abandoned for the mighty beast that awaited outside. Her soft sandals tapped along the stone of the corridor as she drew swiftly out in to the courtyard to greet the Great Silver One.~<c>
Amariette: ~Her silhouette was ethereal, almost supernatural beneath the starlight and the moonlight and she respectfully bowed down on one knee to him, her spirit weakening in his presence but her determination to save Daniel growing only stronger. "You have called me Wise One, and I come as your most willing and humble servant. What need have you of me Halar?" Lifting her ghostly green gaze to him, she rose to her feet and advanced closer, wishing to converse with him on these grave matters not as mild acquaintances, but as rather good friends. She had not spoken with him since the accident that had almost taken Daniel's life, and she was curious as to his thoughts during the whole leave of absence he had took in the aftermath.~

Willow OFreiden: ~Willow's high-pitched giggle turned for the better. It drowned the once sadness, that had converted her happy nature, to something of a darker matter. Willow embraced her mother, clutching, softly attaching herself to that familiar scent and touch. She "Mama, were you asleep?" "I made you feel bettar, didahnt I?" Willow paused momentarily to let everything sink into her. Her mother had just woken up from this..god knows what alter, the room was filled with practically every guard imaginable, and Aerilla didn't dare let another soul impregnate the room. She could tell by the tense facial features and the way the movement was brought forth and demonstrated by the woman. Voices carried with concern, concern she hadn't felt in along time.
Willow OFreiden: She hated that desperate feeling, she became anxious herself, holding on to her mother as if she might disappear from her sight. Her biggest fear was losing her. She heard the name 'Halar' and remembered her encounter with the gentle giant. "I'm going to see Halar, mamma?" Her eyes now became greedy. Even though it would be her third meeting, with the ancient, she acted as though they had always known each other. She did not understand the hustle and bustle or why her mother was in such a strange 'coma-like' state. Now she considered it as a long nap and nothing more. She refused to let go or ease on the strain she was causing her mother. Willow imagined her mother falling into that deep sleep once again. ~

Aerillia: She didnt hesitate when Kahlan woke. In fact she went immediately into action and set some water to the Queen's parched lips, allowing her to drink as much as she dared and then gave the water skin to Willow to play with. When Kahlan motioned toward the door she knew immediately what was wanted of her. A swift nod and booted feet carried her from the room to fulfill the Queen's wishes. By the time she makes it to the courtyard proper where Halar had landed, the good feeling of the room had worn off and her stomach starts to feel a little queasy however she manages to abate the feeling somehow. Hooking some oynx colored hair with a finger she quickly tucks it behind an ear. Aerillia's skin is smooth and delicate in appearance <C>
Kahlan Lothair: Aerillia: Her attentions turn from Amariette to Halar, the silver dragon, and she nods in deferential respect. "Good eve Ancient." She says with respect in a gentle tone dappled with a desert accent. "It is a grave night that we meet upon. The Queen has sent me in her stead." Curling her arms she tucks her hands in against her body as she watchs the goingson. "Kahlan has awoken, though I am sure you are aware of that." A gust of wind curls around the dark woman of desert descent, tugging at the loose and gentle curl of her hair which dances like a lazy snake against the hot sands of the Jeweled Desert, the place she called home once. <E>

Daniel Carter: -His tail lashed back and forth as he waited, the night sky lit brilliantly by flashes of heat lightning every now and again. As Amariette came running out to meet him his demeanor softened, his features, though scaled, looked somewhat more compassionate than a dragon's should. " Child..." He said as she knelt trembling before him, reaching out a giant foot/hand to touch her, lifting her chin with the very end of his huge talon, "I know where your Daniel is." He studied her for a moment. There had been several women over the past few years since Evelyn that had taken a great interest in Daniel and in his work, though he had noticed none of them. Amariette he had noticed right away. He loved her. Halar could tell.(C)-
Daniel Carter: -And she loved him. Finally Daniel had found someone to share his esoteric life with and now they were ripped apart by someone else's little game. "And I will take you to him, but I will not take you alone, for where Daniel is I dare not go." Not even the great silver wyrm would tangle with a Phoenix, especially if it was -the- Phoenix. Daniel was much safer in Amariette's hands if it was. His eyes narrowed at Aerillia as she came marching out the door. "Yes, indeed, Aerillia Khisu." He said in a less nice and familiar tone as he wrapped his long tail around Amariette protectively. "There has been an incident. It seems that a good friend of yours, Theoren Roullier, has taken Dr. Carter hostage after having him shot and kidnapped"(C)-
Daniel Carter: -He looked at Amariette sympathetically for a moment. "I do not know what the Phoenix Guild could possibly want with Dr. Carter, but I do believe that you would be the best person suited to accompany this young lady to their main estate and find out why. I dare not send Kahlan even if her condition was withstanding for it might tense relations between the Guild and Ulster, something that should not happen if at all possible. I want you to bring back Daniel Carter alive, as well as yourselves. No doubt you know just how dangerous this man can be." He gave Aerillia a knowing look. Dragons knew things. They kept abreast of the comings and goings in their territory, and they knew extra planar beings when they saw one. Aerillia would be their biggest asset now.(F)-

[Kahlan Lothair]

Kahlan Lothair Running her fingertips through the fly away curls on her daughters head she smiles as she soaks in the warmth from her daughter. Her long fiery blonde hair, dancing on the edge of awareness a deeper shade of red, mingles with that of her daughters and she smiles. "Yes you did help mama." Quietly she coos after drinking the water offered by Aerillia and holding her daughter closer. Eyes dance with delight at her baby girl and she lays a butterfly of a kiss against the girls forehead. "Mama wont be going anywhere for a while. Understand that Aria?" Lifting her daughters chin she taps the end of her pointing finger against the girls little nose. "I'll make that promise to you now. I may leave the castle and the city and go abroad for travels, but I will not leave -you- <C>
Kahlan Lothair My precious." A smile and then a gentle sigh as she pulls her baby girl closer. "Let us go to Halar, he will not be in the mood to play Aria. His friend is missing." With a great effort she manages to get up and taking a deep breath she smiles lightly down to her daughter before holding out her hand. When that little hand is within hers she begins to walk with more difficulty than she would like to admit. For some reason she felt stiff and sore. It had not been she that had been caught in the cave in. A slight shrug of her shoulders as she tries to stretch them out. When they -finally- make it outside she rests a hand against the wall to catch her breath. Clad in the sheet tied tight enough around her chest, she glances up to Halar and smiles weakly. Allowing only he to see her true state<C>
Kahlan Lothair Had she been woken too early because of the strife? It was not to be known as she shuffled forward feeling more disconnected from the world than she did when she had Willow three years prior. "I understand a certain Archaeologist is missing, Kidnapped." She lurches forward slightly but manages to catch herself. Lowering her body down onto the steps she takes it easy, her body obviously not entirely cooperative of her efforts to become oriented in a world that seems all to alien to her. "What was that last bit about Theo? Does he know where Daniel is?" She had honestly no clue as to what was said. <E>

Amariette: ~Halar was sending her in his stead? Was he mad?! She was no equal to a dragon! What power or force of will could she possibly muster in defense of her only love? Amariette supposed that Aerillia was the answer to her sudden doubts and as she felt Halar's tail wrap about her, she let her hands press against his scales and rested her cheek against the backs of her palms. He was the single most comforting aura she had now, her father awaiting her return to Chartha, and Daniel locked away within the vile clutches of the Phoenix Guild. Sighing, she listened to his words and they only reaffirmed her vision of her beloved's fate, a sickening knot tightening in the depth of her stomach and refusing to fade. ~<c>
Amariette: ~She had heard tales of the thieves, tales that travelers told when eating by the fire with her father on cold nights, tales that terrified and frightened her, of murder, of theft, of chaotic destruction. The leader was said to be a devilishly handsome and equally devilishly vicious man whom ruled absolutely and would tolerate no treachery within his ranks. The memories made her feel weak and dizzy and she clung tighter to Halar's great tale, taking the time now to stare at Aerillia with unsurpassed curiosity and intrigue. The woman was silent at most times, and an ice flow was not worthy of comparison with her attitude, a woman of great power no doubt.~<c>
Amariette: ~Now, as the Queen emerged with the girl-child Willow in tow, she watched them gently and even smiled some, feeling herself drawn back to the times when Brianne still lived and played with her beneath the apple trees. Nuzzling her cheek against her skin, she suddenly thought of Daniel. So much had happened to them in such short a time, and she wondered whether fate was trying to warn her, or even, prepare her for some great tribulation ahead. Amariette didn't know, and couldn't know for sure, but she prayed to the great God or Goddess above that Daniel would have some semblance of peace tonight, even if it only came in the memory of the first true kiss they had ever shared.~

Aerillia: It was true. She couldnt hide her affiliation with the Guild. Yet feeling as if she were on trial for something she honestly couldnt be held responsible for, she holds her head high. "I do know of Theoren Roullier. You cannot look down upon me for his actions. I am not an entity of his or a member of the Guild." Her eyes narrow slightly but she barely has enough strength now to fight the nausea welling in her belly that she does not spare the effort of tangling words with a dragon. For all she knew Theo had given up on her. It wouldnt surprise her. Running her fingers through her hair she sighs gently. "I will go to the Guild and see what is being done to Doctor Daniel. <C>
Aerillia: If the Lady would join me, I would advise she dress appropriately. We will leave immediately..." Her eyes turn as soon as Kahlan emerges and she rushes to her aid as she lurches. With a sigh of relief as she sees the Queen settle she looks up to Halar, unafraid even in the face of a dragon, perhaps it was this attitude that attracted Theo to her. The absolute knowledge that she will meet fate and meet it with open eyes, not cowering beneath the cover of fear. If she feared him she wasnt showing it. Her gaze flits from Halar to Amariette. "I advise wearing a shirt and pants. We have something to discuss with Theoren. With me you are safe. No one will lay a hand against <C>
Aerillia: Me in malice so long as Theo is alive." Idly she though that no one would be so stupid as to try to harm someone that had Theo's admiration and respect. For the briefest of moments she returns to the beach where they had danced so long ago. Expelling a breath she wished things were that easy for them both, but they werent. Theo obviously had something up his sleeve, and to do it while the Queen was not at her best, that was low! Even for Theo. Slender fingers pull ebon tresses out of her eyes, eyes that are haunting and hold so much that is nearly undecipherable. They would leave soon. "We leave at dawn if that is accomodating to you Lord Ancient." Nodding her head in respect <C>
Aerillia: Once more. Turning her gaze upward she straightens her back slightly as if trying to abate something within her. "If that is not possible we will be leaving by ship or by land. Either are perfectly comfortable for a Priestess of Avalon." A fallen priestess it seemed to her. She sighed inwardly as she waited for the Dragon to speak and the Lady to chose. <E>

[Kahlan Lothair]

Halar: - Halar eyed Aerillia with an intensity only dragons seem to have. "I can take you, but I will not stay." He tugged his tail in protectively coveting Amariette, as if trying to protect her and console her at the same time. "Will you watch over Ms. Willowbane?" He didnt overtly sound distrustful of the woman from the desert but then again he had no other choice but to trust her. Letting go of Amariette he lets the two go get their things together for a trip that would land them in Ayenee city by mid morning. That is if they left now. "Hurry and we will make it by mid morning, delay and it will be later." It was obvious that the great Silvery Wyrm is very worried about Daniel. Thirty minutes later he spies Aerillia coming out with a change of clothes and a single bag.<C>
Halar: - Just a few minutes after her he notices Amariette with the recommended clothing and a bag of her own. Obviously Aerillia had aided the woman for such a light journey. Bending down and allowing the women to climb up onto his back he mentions that "You might want to hold on.” just as the women manage to hold on, he vaults off the earth as if gravity were a trivial thing. Halar pumps his great wings and follows in the direction in which Aerillia guides him. They would find Daniel and they would bring him home in one piece and the women would return in one piece, at least that was what Halar was hoping for.- <E>

[Theoren Roullier]

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