[center][b]Dormeria and Fill'eis[/b][/center]

"'Is it?' indeed." came the reply, echoing out through the room as the chaotic buzz continued after its prior lapse. Dormeria smiled, though she knew Koil would not see it, and she laughed mirthily to him, as if beckoning him to join in. The workings of destiny almost felt like an inside joke, as if Dormeria knew of all the things in the world when she spoke. It was almost grating to think that she truly did know what the future held not only for herself, but for others too? Perhaps these questions would burn into Koil's mind as her eyes burned into his own lidded ones, the almost supernatural perception that all sapient beings seemed to possess giving away this fact without the need for actual sight.

"Imagine you are walking down a path, blindfolded, with no sound to guide you. There is only one clumsy footstep after another, hoping that you have kept on the path that you think you are walking on... I simply have the ability to see a little ahead, to where it curves, and twists, and turns." she continued, allowing her own potent seductive magic to seep into her words. Her magic was more effective when her victims chose to look upon her, but it was not a necessary component of the spell. She could feel the low thrum of magic in the air, the unique reverberative properties of the cave signalled things to her that lesser beings would miss - working with the Fae for so long had given her knowledge that those who had not lacked.

"I would like to note, dear Koil, that I did not garner the title "Sage of Stone" by not noticing when one attempts to use a form of magic I am proficient in." she continued, the tone of her voice shifting to one of ironic knowledge - she knew that Koil would notice the tones of magic underlaying her own and that he would likely rebuff her, but it was still an amusing thing to note regardless. Perhaps one of her statute should be less whimsical and more serious, but it was difficult to be uptight when you made drugs for a living and spent your immortal lifespan surrounded by Fae.

"Oh, and do mind Fiil'eis - she'll be back with a delivery right about... Now. Did I mention that the unique acoustics of my lair make it impossible to detect Fae moving at speeds above 100 kilometers an hour? No? How silly of me."

At the precise moment Dormeria uttered the word "Now", her [i]favourite[/i] Faerie was already hurtling towards Koil at the oddly specific speed of ninety-nine kilometers an hour. It was a fortunate moment indeed, for at that exact moment Fiil'eis happened to be adjusting her jewelled goggles, she was forced to momentarily veer off course to where their aquatic guest would likely move to avoid the imminent collision, inadvertently tracking her target and making the flying fairy even harder to avoid. A few of the other Fae that had been entranced by this new guest immediately scattered with the arrival of this new Faerie, fluttering off to their various hiding places in the relatively expansive gorgon's lair.