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Aurora Halliwell


Eye of The Beholder
Outside the Inn




After she had finished asking her questions, a thick silence surrounded the space as she patiently waited for the man’s response. The stillness stretched on for a few moments before he finally broke it, murmuring that he was fine and that the discomfort was merely a result of a wild dog bite. However, his casual words triggered a flood of memories in Aurora’s mind, dragging her back to the haunting day she discovered her parents’ bodies.

The vivid image of them, lifeless and covered in gruesome wolf bites, swirled through her mind, stripping the colour from her cheeks. She felt her breath quicken, transforming into shallow gasps as an overwhelming tremor coursed through her body. Her heart pounded violently in her chest, each beat a painful reminder of that traumatic experience.

The desire to forget those horrid memories became a desperate plea within her. Amidst that turmoil, Aurora tried to remind herself Aurora, pull yourself together. This man needs your help. She drew a deep breath, wrestling with her emotions as she tried to regain her composure.

Just then, the soothing voices of the princess and her lady-in-waiting broke through the fog of her thoughts. Listening to their gentle conversation with the man seemed to anchor her, stopping the residual tremors and restoring a sense of calm. She concentrated on their words, allowing their supportive banter to ease the anxiety gripping her heart.

When an opportunity arose in their dialogue, she seized the moment, her voice steady and earnest “If you won’t allow me to heal you with my magic, please heed the princess’s advice. You need rest” She urged, her tone soft yet firm. “However, let me at least clean, treat and bandage your wound to prevent any risk of infection.”

As she spoke, she quickly opened her canvas bag, revealing an assortment of supplies: rolls of fresh, sterile bandages, clear bottled water, and a small jar of healing balm. Each item was neatly organized, a testament to her preparation and care. She hoped he would see the concern and sincerity in her eyes and allow her to help him.

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Aurora Halliwell


Eye of The Beholder



After savouring the lovely conversation she had with Daphne, Aurora stood, with a warm smile reflecting the joy of the moment. She was entranced by the performance unfolding before her—a dazzling display of music and movement that seemed to wrap the room in a magical embrace. Suddenly, her reverie was shattered by the abrupt entry of a guard, who burst through the ornate doors, his face taut with urgency. The flickering candlelight caught the wild look in his eyes as he swept his gaze across the crowd, searching desperately.

The atmosphere shifted palpably, anxiety hanging in the air like a thick fog. "We need a healer! Now!" the guard's voice boomed, rising above the melodic strains of the music, slicing through the festive air like a knife.

Aurora’s heart raced in response to his urgent call. Recognizing the gravity of the situation, she instinctively raised her hand, urgency flickering across her features as she navigated deftly through the throng of spectators, her focus unwavering. “I can help you! I am a healer!” she declared, her voice clear and resolute, a beacon of hope cutting through the chaos.

As she drew closer to the guard, a surge of determination surged within her. “Please, take me to the person who needs assistance,” she implored, her tone steady and commanding despite the whirlwind of commotion around her. Without a moment’s hesitation, the guard turned sharply on his heel and sprinted back through the doors, with Aurora trailing closely behind.

Stepping outside into the dimming twilight, the cool evening air rushed to greet them. Aurora squinted as her eyes adjusted to the gloom, following the guard to a man lying crumpled on the cold cobblestones, his condition alarming and distressing. He was pale, the pallor of his skin stark against the darkening ground, and the pain was etched across his features like a grimace of agony as if he were engaged in a fierce battle with an unseen adversary.

Without a moment's pause, Aurora sank to her knees beside him, the fabric of her gown pooling around her. "Just breathe," she murmured, gently urging him to lie back, concern etched on her face. Her hands moved with practised grace, a healer's instinct guiding her as she began her examination, her brow furrowing in concentration. Each pulse that raced through his body felt like a quiet song of struggle, and Aurora’s heart ached to mend what was broken.

“Can you or anyone here tell me what has happened?” she asked, her voice soothing yet firm, cutting through the noise as she directed her attention to the man. ” Can you tell me exactly where you are feeling pain?" Aurora's focus was unwavering as she concentrated on the ailing man before her, her world narrowing to the urgent task at hand. Just then, a flicker of movement caught her eye, and she glanced up to see the princess standing nearby, her regal presence stark against the backdrop of chaos, watching intently with wide, concerned eyes.

Amidst the healing efforts and questions racing through her mind, Aurora felt a singular clarity: this man's well-being was her paramount concern, and she was determined to do everything in her power to help him heal.

@c3p-0h
Aurora Halliwell

Eye of The Beholder



Aurora listened closely to Daphne and noticed that her words had made her blush. However, she chose not to say or do anything that would embarrass her further. Aurora observed that Daphne kept glancing at the door where she had previously escorted a man, which made her feel worried. Just then, she spotted the princess through a window. Aurora's anxious thoughts quickly shifted to excitement; she had heard so much about the princess.Wow, I can’t believe the princess is here, she thought to herself.

As soon as Daphne started talking, Aurora quickly shifted her focus back to her. When she heard the question, her expression changed. Taking a deep breath, she answered, “Wolves killed my parents while they were out gathering herbs. After their funeral, I tried to continue working at the clinic and the shop, but the memories were too overwhelming. So, when I heard about this village, I decided to move here and start a new life without them.”

Aurora chuckled softly at Daphne's remark about how overwhelming this place felt. In her mind, she recalled her old village—a bustling hub of chaos and noise that had been far more intense than this relatively serene environment. With a warm smile, she turned to Daphne and said, “They are starting repairs on my house now that the blizzard has passed. However, I will need help moving all the boxes I have here when it’s finished. Could I ask for your help, if you’re not too busy?”

Aurora suddenly noticed a strange man walking toward them. She felt an inexplicable attraction to him but couldn’t figure out why. Staying quiet, she listened, her mind clouded with confusion. Once the man had walked away, her thoughts began to clear. Hearing Daphne's comment, she replied, “Yes, he is,”but she blushed upon realising what she had said. Flustered, Aurora decided to leave. She turned to Daphne and said, “It was nice to meet you. I'm going to walk around and talk to some other people. Have a nice night, and I hope to see you soon.” With that, she turned on her heel and went to find someone else to talk to.

@PrinceAlexus
Aurora Halliwell




Aurora felt a wave of relief wash over her when she saw the dark-haired woman place her hand on the man's shoulder. She felt even better when the woman began to escort him away. Aurora smiled and said, "Thank you so much, Miss Daphne." After that, she returned to searching for a closer spot to listen to the bard's music. As she glanced back one last time, she noticed that Daphne had indeed made the man leave the tavern.

As Aurora found a spot to settle in, she began listening to the music and quickly joined the crowd in clapping and dancing. While enjoying herself, she reminisced about her 16th birthday, when her mother took her to their local tavern to see Aldrick perform for the first time. From that moment on, she fell in love with his music. She soon felt a wave of emotions wash over her; however, it wasn’t sadness about what she had recently lost, but joy for the memories she still held.

Aurora continued dancing for a bit longer before deciding to get something to eat and drink. She made her way to a table, where she filled a glass with wine and picked up a small piece of pie. After satisfying her hunger, she looked around the room for a small group of people she could introduce herself to. Just then, she spotted Daphne in the distance. Aurora walked toward the lady who had helped her earlier. Upon reaching her, she said, “Hello. My name is Aurora Halliwell. Thank you again for helping me with that man.”

@PrinceAlexus
Aurora Halliwell


Location: Eye of the Beholder.




Aurora sat down at a small, round table, she took a few deep breaths for a few minutes to calm her nerves and gather her thoughts about what to do next. She stared blankly at a flickering candle that was in front of her when suddenly she caught the sound of a familiar tune. Her attention shifted, and she turned to the bard performing across the room, a crowd of captivated listeners surrounded him.

A radiant smile appeared across her face, “It’s Aldrick! I can’t believe it’s him.” She whispered in delight. Her heart raced with excitement, she quickly stood up, smoothing down her dress, and made her way towards the lively group gathered around the bard, clapping along to the infectious rhythm of the music. As she made her way toward the crowd, a man she had encountered a few times during her stay appeared as if out of nowhere. She thought to herself, Great, not this guy again. She managed a small smile and said, “Hello,” Before attempting to continue on her way. However, he stepped in front of her again.

“Hi, nice to see you again. Fancy joining me tonight?” he tried to sound enticing, The way he looked at her, as if he was undressing with his eyes, made her skin crawl. Suddenly, she was struck by his overpowering scent, reminiscent of alcohol with a trace of sweat. Covering her nose, she politely replied,“No, thank you.” As she attempted to escape, he stopped her once again. Annoyed by his relentless persistence, she felt a strong urge to punch him but held back. She wanted to avoid causing trouble and making a bad impression. Looking around, she searched for someone in the crowd who might be able to help her in this situation.

She then became acutely aware of the warmth of his grip as he seized her right wrist, his touch both firm and unsettling. Before she could react or pull away, he leaned in closer, a coy smile playing on his lips. “Come on,” he said, his voice low and teasing, “don’t play hard to get.” The intensity in his gaze sent a shiver down her spine, making her heart race with a mix of apprehension and confusion. If she wasn’t in a tavern with lots of people around she would have floored him with magic but she didn’t want to risk hurting anyone else.
The Apothecary of Dawnhaven


Location: Eye of the Beholder.




When Aurora arrived at Dawnhaven, the village was covered in a thick layer of snow, and a sharp, icy wind blew through the streets. On arriving at her new home and shop, she was told that it had suffered damage to its roof and that with the upcoming blizzard, repairs would be impossible. However, they told her that they had sorted out a room for her at the cosy tavern.

Upon hearing this, she carefully made her way to the tavern. Upon reaching it, she parked and unloaded her cart. Aurora then took her horse, Storm, to the stable. After that, she went back to the cart and carried the boxes that were full of essential medical supplies, equipment, ornaments, valuables, clothing, and bedding.

When she entered the tavern, the owner greeted her. She would have never guessed that the innkeeper was a giant snake lady with a giant singular eye. Still, Aurora was respectful to her. She asked for help and was willing to pay for the room; they assisted her in moving her boxes to her room, with Salem following closely behind. Once inside, she began organising her belongings. First, she unpacked her clothes and placed them in the drawers. Then, she added a few ornaments on top of the dresser to make the room feel more homely. Meanwhile, Salem made himself comfortable by the fire, found a nice spot, curled up, and fell asleep.

After unpacking her medical supplies and equipment, she carefully organized a wide variety of herbs and other ingredients. She placed them on the table along with a small amount of her equipment. Aurora knew that the village would need a variety of remedies, as the coming blizzard had the potential to cause illness. She was determined to assist as many people as possible.

After she finished unpacking, she changed into something more comfortable and headed downstairs to get something to eat and meet some of the locals. She also wanted to let people know how she could help them and to ask the innkeeper if she could assist since they were letting her stay there for a long while.

Thankfully, the blizzard only lasted a week, and Aurora was able to keep herself busy, helping around the tavern and making potions and remedies to help people.




After the blizzard, the tavern planned to hold a feast. However, Aurora sat at her desk, making notes with a quill and ink, while she read from her parents' many medical journals and books. She was searching for new potions to create. As always, this caused her to forget about places she needed to be or things she was supposed to do.

Suddenly, she heard a knock on her door. Then she heard a voice say, "Miss Aurora, the feast is about to start. Are you still coming, or have you got lost in a book again?" Aurora quickly closed her books and answered, "Yes, I am coming. Just getting ready. I won't be long. Thank you."

She was fortunate to be only partially dressed as she prepared for the evening. Her light blue dress, with its elegant long sleeves that flared out from the elbow, accentuated her figure. The skirt of the dress stopped just below her knees, and she paired it with sleek black tights. As she adorned herself, she carefully fastened her black corset, using the mirror to ensure that she tied it securely and perfectly. Once it was tight and secure, next came her shoes.

As she sat in front of the mirror, she brushed her hair and swiftly braided two small sections from each side of her head, connecting them at the back, just like her mother had shown her. She sighed, remembering all the times her mother had helped her with her hair. As she left, she petted Salem and made her way out of her room. She descended the stairs slowly, trying to make a good entrance, on reaching the bottom of the stairs, she looked around for a table to sit at as she was nervous.

A Romantic Evening





The ball was about to start, Sven was waiting patiently for Esmii to arrive, he was dressed in smart clothes that he had for special occasions, however it had been a long time since he had to wear an outfit like this. Esmii had been invited by Hylaenii, the Queen of Mycromi, and he wanted to look his best for this. His attention went off in a direction, it was Esmii. Esmii on noticing Sven, quickly began to rush to him, as she shouted, to get his attention. "Sven, my love, I’m here."

Esmii was dressed in a beautiful and elegant dress, it had a more human look to it but with its pretty colours mixed with a floral design that comes from the trim to her hips. It was a modified design of what her mother wore once. She had a silver pendant that was given to her by her older sister on her last birthday. And her hair was braided down the side of her body, resting on her shoulder, with a silver butterfly hair pin that was gifted to her by her new friend Lunara. Esmii stopped in front of Sven, giving him a twirl so he could see it from all angles.

"What do you think?" she said with a smile, waiting in anticipation for his response. However the only word that Sven was able to say was, ”Wow…” His mouth was partly open as he stared, enchanted by Esmii's beauty in her dress. Esmii on noticing his look, blushed and let out a little giggle, she then placed her index finger on his jaw, and closed his mouth. "I take it that you love it." She teased him, and Sven couldn't take his eyes off her, the only thing he managed was a nod. Suddenly he realised where they were and regained his composure. He gently took hold of her hand, slowly lifted it to his mouth and kissed it. ”Shall we go, my Shweet.” He then held his arm out for her to link to him. Esmii placed her hand on his arm and answered. "Yes, my love, we should be heading in." They began to walk into the hall, where the ball was taking place.

As they arrived at the main entrance of the ball. There were quite a few couples standing in line waiting to get in. "Oh no, at this rate, we're going to be late." all small frown appeared on her face when she spoke. She turned on her heel with Sven swinging around to face in the opposite direction, getting ready to queue. “You two, stop.”A voice shouted to Esmii and Sven. The Yasoi and her Eskandr boyfriend turned back around to see who was calling them. It was a guard, ”Shomething wrong?” Sven asked the guard. The guard shook his head before speaking. “No, nothing.” His gaze went to Esmii. “You're Miss, Tawaar, correct?” He asked. Esmii nodded in response, curious on what this was about. “I have been waiting for you to arrive. I was given orders by Queen Hylaenii to escort you to the ball. Please follow me and you'll be let in.” The guard turned on his heel, walking towards the crowd, with Esmii and Sven behind him. “Make way, they have been invited by the Queen. Make way.” The guard bellowed, the citizens who were waiting their turn, parted, giving Esmii and Sven a straight and clear path to the entrance of the ball. As the couple got closer and closer, Esmii couldn't contain her excitement, letting out a little girly squeal, and her grip on Svens arm got tighter.

Inside the ball there were a lot of people, all finely dressed, converging in conversations with one another. There were a lot of fine, expensive decorations, and a few people that Esmii could see stood at the apex of a stairwell. The Crier, upon seeing them enter the room, cleared his throat before announcing that they had arrived. “Please welcome Esmii’Nesta’Tawaar accompanied by Jarl Sven Bjørnsson.” Esmii placed her hand on Sven's arm as she walked, she glanced around taking in all of the beautiful sights, smells, people, and music. It was amazing to her, as she had never seen anything like this before. "I'll never forget this moment." she stated as tears started to form in her eyes. Then she felt a finger gently wipe the tears from her eyes. It wasn't hers, it was Svens. ”I won't forget thish moment too.”

He leaned forward, kissing her forehead. Esmii let out a little giggle, in response. As Sven pulled away, she wrapped her arms around his head pulling him closer, her soft lips pressed against his, Svens arms cradled her frame, his hands resting on her hips. As their lips parted she whispered. "I love you."
”And I you.” He responded, moving his head forward wanting to kiss her again. On noticing what he wanted, Esmii moved herself to meet his lips to continue their passionate kiss. During this tender moment Esmii felt his hands gently squeeze her rear. Esmii cheeks went bright red and she whispered, "Later Sven." She gave him a smirk and winked, while she moved his hands back to her hips.

With a mischievous smile he grabbed one of Esmii's hands, and took her to the dance floor. Esmii asked in surprise."Sven, where are you leading me?" Sven glanced back at her with his mischievous smile, which he knew she loved, he then quickly answered ”To the dancefloor.” He then stopped, and looked into her big, round, emerald eyes, and began to lead the dance, moving her body in motion to the rhythm of the music that was around them.

At first Esmii wasn't sure what to make of this, they had never danced like this in such a public place, however it seemed that her tension faded with each passing second, as she knew that she was with Sven. Esmii placed a hand on his shoulder as they danced, her eyes not breaking contact with his. To them this was pure bliss, being together like this was a moment of pure happiness for them. Esmii then placed a hand on his neck, and slowly brought his head down to kiss him. The kiss they shared was soft and enchanting, with neither one breaking away.

Throughout the night the lovely couple spend their time dancing, socialising with others. Even spotting their good friend Niallus having a great time dancing with the queen of Mycromii. Both wondered how long it would be before he would be bold enough to try to bed the queen. With the night upon them and the ball coming to an end both the Yasoi and the Eskandr had a bit too much to drink, so they decided to leave for his place. Upon arriving at his place, they wasted little time, giving in to their intimate desire for one another, their clothes discarded with haste.
Lunara Agha

Ransom Demand: Finale.




Dory and Lunara stood on a small street just off of the Searoad, at loggerheads. The latter had ruined a plan of the former's with her intervention, and Dory silently resented her for it. Lunara, meanwhile, found herself suspicious of the apparent victims of a yasoi attack. They glanced at each other, the first only responding once his partner was healed.

If Dory had been a pleasant surprise, the way this one questioned him reeked of Ersand'Enise. "Just scaring some Resistance spook outta here." He shook his head. "Ever since the knife-ears started pouring in, they've brought their crime, addiction, and filth to our neighbourhoods," confirmed the second.

"Not even safe for my sister and her kids to go out without an escort anymore." The first man nodded. "We're keeping the place safe, and your friend helped us." He shot Dory a tight, appreciative smile. This, now, was where they stood.

"It's good to see you safe, Lunara. It seems my efforts were not in vain." Dorothea expressed, wearing a warm smile. "Those men were filth the Colas sent to go after us. I've been trying my best to keep them all away from everyone else. . . And these men helped me out with them." Her words were followed up with a rather saddened look on her face. "I do regret that they suffered so much. . . I did not expect the people of the Colas would attack innocent bystanders. . ."

Regret filled her expression as she held her arm. "I should study binding magic in cases like this, haha." She winked the woman's way. "Though I'm better at making the pain go away than to actually heal it, so seeing people who are good with binding is always such a blessing. Thank you for helping these poor people."

It was right around then that, in a final sweep of the area, Dorothea noted the distinctive presence of Johann's massive energy signature, a pair of timewalkers, and - most distinctly - a one-legged woman. They were at the very edge of her sensing range, in Miller's Hook, at the end of a block of row houses. That was her 'allies' and if there was a one-legged woman... perhaps that lead had been the truth!

The two men, meanwhile, understood their roles and corroborated her statements utterly. "Resistance or Cola," amended one. "Impossible to tell them apart unless you know them!"

"But we was just messin' around when we saw them roughing up a yasoi girl with white hair," said one.

"Tried to blame it on us!"

"Yeah, we're wary of all these recent immigrants, but we've got a heart," added the second. "Then, when she arrived, they attacked your friend here on sight."

Both shook their heads. "It's a dangerous world..."

Of course, while Lunara may have been hard-pressed to corroborate the truthfulness of their stories, there was nothing stopping her from sensing exactly what Dory had...

Lunara was relieved that her friend Dory was ok, she heard that she could take care of herself, it was clear those rumours were true. Lunara responded in kind with a smile of her own. Listening to what the two men were explaining to her.

"Indeed the world can be a dangerous place. You two should be ok now, i suggest that you head home now and rest..." Her voice trailed off once she noticed Miray look off into a direction, her little cat ears twitching.

"Miray?" she said, then immediately she felt the same thing that the cat was sensing. "Dory should we go investigate who those magics belong too, it could be some of the others." she asks.

Dory placed her hands on her hip and shook her head. "It is truly dangerous... And it seems like it's getting worse." Then the girl perked up when they *suddenly* sensed something. "I'll go investigate that, you help the others out." She smiled warmly. "They need you, Lunara. I can sense quite the presence.... I will try to see it that everyone else won't be attacked from their sides by these criminals."

her eyes went towards the two men. "But first I have to make sure they won't get back at these fine fellows..." She grimaced, most likely thinking about what these criminals could do against humans with no magic.

It was not so very long before they parted ways: Lunara rushing off towards her peers and Dory staying back to protect the yasoi hoodlums' potential targets. Of course, if the others had - indeed - found Jaxan as she suspected, other measures might be in order, lest some further nefarious group like the Tarlonese - or was it the Resistance who were worse - get their hands on him…

After saying goodbye and wishing Dory luck, Lunara looked at her cat. Miray was good at Tracking people with their magic energy. "Ok, Miray lead me to the others."

Miray tilted her head, her ears twitched as she sensed outward for the energy. Once she had locked in on Miray started running off, often stopping for her loving master to keep up.

The Goma Cat didn't have much trouble avoiding people with her kitty enhanced reflexes and speed. Lunara didn't have the same talents as her cat. But she had the use of magic often if crowds where in the way she'd gracefully jump over with the help of Kinetic magic.

There was plenty for Lunara to dodge and just as much if not more for her goma cat to sense. They were about halfway there and not so very far from one of the local bars - a place with a large cyan sign of a lamplighter crying comically - when the animal paused and arched her back slightly. A low, rumbling growl left her throat.

From a side entrance emerged five burly yasoi, led by an impressively tall older gentleman. They were not running - yet - but seemed definitively headed in a particular direction: the same one that she was going.

Lunara closely followed Miray, as her cat was able to sense the energy of one of Lunara's fellow students. She suddenly noticed Miray abruptly stop, Lunara while she slowed to a stop, glanced in the direction that Miray was quietly growling towards, she noticed that five burly Yasoi men who were being lead by a tall older man had appeared from a side entrance, at first she didn't think much about it, as they didn't pay her any attention.

However Lunara soon noticed that the group was heading the same direction she was. As a precaution Lunara decided that she would quietly follow the group, from a distance to see what there next action would be. On seeing the group move, Lunara began to follow them, however as she was solely focused on the group, she hadn't noticed that there was a small crate in her way, and because of this her foot collided with the crate, which caused her to fall to the ground with a loud clatter. "OUCH!"

A couple of them turned. They looked directly at Lunara and she was spotted. They stopped and, without a doubt, she was cooked. She'd either have to whip up an explanation on the spot, or it was fight or flight time.

Then, the strangest thing happened. After a few words exchanged in some yasoi tongue she didn't know, they simply began moving again, paying her no heed. Only, now, they weren't walking quickly, they were *running*.

Lunara didn't move at first, she was too busy cursing in her head at how disastrous this had come. So much for trying to be sneaky. She slowly rose to her feet dusting her knees off with her hands. She had a feeling that she was about to have her hands full, but, when she looked up to them. The yasoi were running in the opposite direction.

Maybe this was a strange blessing in disguise. Miray came to her feet, checking if Lunara was hurt. "I'm ok, the only thing that hurt was my pride." giving a little giggle. She refocused back to the task at hand. She knelt down to her goma cat "Let's get back to following that energy, but we'll keep an eye out for them." then began following her once more.

Before long, the six figures had stopped running, and they took a surprisingly meandering route. Lunara had just reached the Godsroad, tailing them only loosely and at a distance, and she estimated that they were no more than a hundred fifty yards from the source of the potential conflict.

That, however, was when she spotted it: Dory, along with Jaxan's parents and what appeared to be a security escort. They were heading... for exactly the same place, and the first six she'd followed didn't seem to have noticed them.

Lunara on noticing Dory was escorting Jaxan's parents, she gave a slight nod, and continued to follow the group of yasoi's she was already following. after the six yasoi men, from a distance she noticed the group stop and talk to another yasoi outside of the building where the energy is emanating from.

Lunara decided to use this distraction to slowly make her way towards them closely followed by Miray, she hoped to hear what they were saying but wasn't sure if she would understand it.

"My parents only care for their idea of me," Jaxan said, with a bitterness that, while bordering on the melodramatic, was also keenly felt, "not the real me - not what *I* want, not even what's best for the world." He set his jaw. "I'll play along, though."

Xiuyang moved on and Thantra nodded at her words. "Not gonna lie: that'd be nice. Tarlon doesn't exactly love me. Consoi want me dead." She shrugged. "I just wanna be a Tan-Zeno, you know?"

Ashon was offering her money, though, and making a plan that she had only *some* misgivings about, and time was not something they had. She regarded those around her. "I *do* want my name cleared," she declared, "And I want your word that, if they try to kill me, you'll step in."

Johann stepped forward. "I pledge the whole of my cash earnings and I will not let them harm you." He bowed chivalrously.

"Right, then." Thantra nodded. She glanced over at Jaxan. "Sorry if I was, uh... rough with you."

"Sorry if I thought you were evil."

The Tarlonese released a snort of mirth and waved him off, grasping her crutches tightly and stalking up to the door. "I'm kind of a tiims'archa here." She twisted about and twitched her stump for a moment, but then she set her jaw, took and deep breath, and focused. "I'll need about three seconds. Longer, and they go after me themselves. Shorter, and you'll catch me in no time."

Meanwhile, as a plan was hatched inside the row house, the two groups standing outside had noticed each other. "You!" shouted Emenii, Jaxan's mother, "Who are you and why are you here?"

The leader of the group of six ignored her and focused, instead, on her husband. "Doridax?" he asked tentatively. "Talthan'chal'doridax?"

"The same. Who's asking?"

"You've supported us in the past," the man answered nebulously, and husband and wife both shot each other looks. "Who's that with you?" His chin motioned at Dorothea, "and the other one who followed us." He jerked a thumb in Lunara's direction.

It was at about that very moment that the door burst open and a one-legged Tarlonese agent came barreling out, hurtling all four steps and landing in a crouch. She ran away with surprising speed - all that she could muster, shouting, "Nar spax, consoi!"

Inside the home, clustered about the door, waited the others. Johann held three fingers up and counted down.

Three.

Two.

One.

Seviin bolted through to sell the idea and Johann raised a hand once more.

Three.

Two.

One.

...

Lunara on seeing that she was pointed at just gave them a smile and waved until the one-legged yasoi came bursting out of the door, quickly followed by Seviin. She noticed that Seviin was going alone and shouted to her. "Seviin do you want some help? Are you sure it's ok for you to follow her alone?"
Elsewhere, Thantra raced through the narrow streets at a breakneck pace... at least by her standards. Seviin gained slowly on her and Lunara even more so. She blew past Niallus and, when he spotted the other two, it was clear that they were chasing a bad guy who was trying to make her escape through the Seagate. In the distance, he could sense at least three more yasoi starting to give chase, but they were well back.

The one-legged woman was almost within his reach at this very moment. She slowed momentarily at the foot of an apartment above a shop. A kinetically powered lunge would nab her! Otherwise, he'd fall behind as well.

Lunara, meanwhile, had gained ground with surprising ease. Seviin was surprisingly slow, hardly even gaining on a monoped! Then, the yasoi reached an arm out. "She's on our side. It's a trick," she panted, still running. Meanwhile, Thantra leapt onto a low-lying awning, clambered onto a windowsill, and took off across the roof of a house.

Seeing the Yasoi run slash hop past him, she was remarkably agile. But his attention shifted to the second person, It was Seviin, then Lunara and her Goma Cat. Something was off, if she wanted to catch the other Yasoi why didn't she shout Niallus to help, unless she doesn't, he'll have to ask as she comes past.

As Seviin started to get closer to him, he matched both hers and Lunaras pace. "Funny running into you two like this. Are we trying to catch this person?" He asked Seviin as he watched Thantra climb to the rooftops.

Seviin, breathless, turned to Niallus, slipping her arm under his, for they were the exact same height. "Niallus, moila." She reached for Lunara's arm as well. "Lunii suunei." She slowed them both down. "It's all a trick. She's good people, trying to do the right thing, and I think we have, today."

Thantra bounded from one rooftop to the next, but all of her pursuit seemed to have fallen off. She slowed. She slid down an eavestrough, and dropped to the ground. There, she dusted herself off, rose, and walked over to the Seagate, finally free.

Niallus raised a brow a bit confused by this, but then again, he has been gone for a while. "Ok, I trust you." going along with what his friend has mentioned to him. "You'll have to catch me up on whats happened." He asked her, as the group slowly came to a stop.

Upon hearing what Seviin was saying Lunara nodded with it, she placed a finger and her thumb to her mouth and whistled.

In the direction where Thantra ran off to, a small head bobbed itself up, hearing the whistle. It was Miray, it seemed that even though her master and company slow down, Miray did not. She climbed down from the roof that she got onto ready to chase Thantra, upon coming down she stopped in front of Lunara "That’s enough chasing." she said, giving Miray head scratches. Miray began to purr, after Lunara finished petting her cat, it seemed that Miray was in an affectionate mood, rubbing herself on Lunara, Seviin and Niallus' legs, purring.



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