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Under the male’s hand he could feel Summer’s skin shift, she was mildly uncomfortable with everything that was being shared. She didn’t want power, not in the way that the woman had just said she would have it, she wouldn’t even begin to know how to use it. Letting out a soft sigh, she shook out her fur and rose to her feet, the form of her wolf slowly sliding from her body. The pops of bone and slipping of flesh not meant for the human form filled the air for what felt like eternity bit only lasted moments before Summer was standing as she had been once before. She was bare as the day she was born, but did not seem bothered by it as she looked at the woman. ”Along with the power granted to us to stop the threat, you are saying the slave and the outcasts have the power to change what made them what they are?” she asked slowly, a small frown upon her face, ”It seems almost too good to be true, but I am willing to try. I’m not one to pass up a chance like this.”
In a sense, what she said was a small jab at the male Elf who seemed to question everything, and while it was smart to ask questions, sometimes you had to go on faith as well. Right now it seemed all they had was the word of an being she could not place, and the faith that they would simply have to have. ”I think it’s worth a try at least, what we have the capability of achieving isn’t exactly something worth brushing away as if it were nothing.”
The horned woman looked around for a moment, taking into consideration the questions that had been presented to her, a near thoughtful look on her face with each one. ”For your answer Zephyr, I cannot give you one as yet, just know I am well beyond the years of even your races capabilities,” she said to the young demon, a gentle smile on her face, “Of course, I mean you, any of you, no harm. For all intents and purpose however, I am a demon… of sorts. Just a race of them that has not been seen for quite some time.”
With the demon answered, she looked at the Elf, her gentle smile turning to a frown, “Amahle has answered your question well enough,” Aether stated, “The Light become the Head of their Religion, The Dark become the Shaman of the tribes, The Water becomes Religious head, or in Amahle’s case, both the Religious and the Queen, The Fire becomes the new Empress, the Wind becomes the Head of Education and gains a Seat within the Zephyr Council and the Earth? The Earth becomes the head of the Nobility. It gives you my dear Lydrim, the chance to make a change to a system that is broken and worst, faulty at best. But Broken all the same.” Her words held no malice, but it was clear that she was disappointed in the male before her.
Her head tilted to the side for a moment as she regarded them all, her eyes lingering on the Nyxian for a moment before her smile came back. ”Ah yes, he is back, those of you who came over sea did you not see the landmass?” she asked with a raised brow, ”A land that has not seen the true light of day for over 3 million years? If you have not I do not blame you, how do you know what to look for when it’s been gone for so long? It’s still shrouded in a mild mist, but it is clearly there.” She stretched out her arms, the cloak revealing a ghostly hand. ”I think you should listen to your Shifter there. Now, how about we get this party rolling, each of you go stand in front of the pillar that signifies your element, I think it’s time you all have a chat with someone. Aldin, think you could spare Summer there some clothes? Or at least a cloak.”
