[quote=McHaggis]
A response to Draven had been forming on her pale lips when a shudder ran down her spine. The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end as if charged by static and her eyes darted around nervously. Could it be..?Looking distractedly out to the festival, her fingers picked at her dress in a disgustingly mortal characteristic of anxiety. “Draven,” she warned, not even looking at her son. “Be careful– very careful.” With a low whistle, she called up on her companion, the ghostly pale starling, to circle the druid from above protectively. “My brother's here.”Folding her arms, she faded into the wind. She had to hide her presence. Though Darko was admittedly an ally – family, even – she had no intention of talking to him. Not unless she was truly desperate.
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Darko felt that presence fade, he smiled, 'So, sister, your still avoiding me, after all these years, who knew i would be able to send chills still down your spine.' in his true form he could do much, even remain hidden from mortal view, he opened the book on his side and read aloud "Draka Bralosta Mosde Franto" He smiled as clouds began to form thundering and a set of clouds formed his symbol, he smiled and looked at the reaction the mortals gave as they looked up in the sky in fear, the symbol seen before.

The cultists that bumped Valios froze and looked up and raised their hands to praise their God, and they began to speak in that strange language again, like they were chanting.

Draven looked at his mother in curious on why she was scared. He looked at her creature as it flew above and when he turned to look at her again, she was gone, "Mother?" then thunder crashed and he looked up to the sky and saw the symbol in the clouds. "What the..."