[center][h3][color=green]Lewa[/color][/h3][/center]

Upon posing his questions, Lewa's regret was as immediate as it was potent. A simple 'no' would have been unfortunate enough, but the priestess's body language conveyed how off-base the toa's request was even before she let loose the bad news. As it turned out, he would just fail to find Lavielle here, but anywhere. His new acquaintance made the goddess sound like a discarded, long-forgotten relic, a being much farther from the minds of the people than the slumbering Mata Nui. But how could that be, when it was her power that bridged the unfathomable gap between worlds and drew him forth to this place only a few days ago? Was this priestess wrong? Or were the people of Aventon? As Lewa reeled, dizzied by the sheer distance that had opened up between himself and his goal, the priestess tried to offer him some comfort in the form of a couple vague possibilities, but they fell on deaf ears. What was he going to do?

Soon the woman's attention returned to the young fae, and Lewa followed suit. He half-heard her explanation about the unique characteristics of the fae, placing this girl's well-being totally beyond the realm of human understanding. Well, none of it really mattered. He hadn't wanted to attend to her in the first place, and as the toa's helplessness mounted, his motivation dwindled. Lewa stared down at the girl listlessly, though of course she didn't meet his gaze, and seriously considered dropping her on the spot. If he couldn't get back home, and everything he loved was doomed to agonizing dissolution in the acid of the Lehvak horde, what point was there in any of this?

After a long moment, Lewa squeezed his eyes shut, shaking his head. That was a bad line of thinking, both for himself and everyone around him. Even if this girl had been unceremoniously dumped on him, an impossible and unsolvable burden, she didn't deserve to be left alone and vulnerable. The toa beat back the depressive thoughts, trying to center himself. He might not be able to save Le-koro, and his strength paled in comparison to the other otherworlders, but if he could save even one innocent life, he was still a hero. "A merchant shrine...a mage," he muttered, considering the recommendation of the priestess. [i]A mage might be able to help her.[/i] "I know a mage," Lewa told himself. If he found Rayne, maybe she could do something for this girl. And even if she couldn't, Lewa couldn't stand being by himself anymore. He needed a teammate to work with, someone to lead and direct him, in order to shake off the bad thoughts that gnawed at him.

The spirit of air patted the fae girl's head gently, then turned to go and begin his search anew, his pace as brisk as the wind.