Welcome to Gaia! ::

Magdalena smiled at Shelden and prepared herself for putting everything in. She washed her hands of potato and carrot gunk, drying them on her robe. "Sounds good, let's get started." She said, before Envy walked in.

She looked the woman over, remembering her from the fight. She at least had tried to bring reason in, and Magdalena could respect that. Her smile had dimmed with a stranger's presence, however. Normal for Magdalena.

"Ask the chef." She said, motioning to Shelden. "He's the expert. I myself don't mind. Whatever he wants." Magdalena shrugged and looked at the boiling water.

Magdalena paid no never-mind to the rabbit. She'd eaten them raw as an owl. Actually, it made her hungrier. She made a small laugh of it. Magdalena nodded and followed Shelden, dumping everything she had chopped up into the pot.

"So how long until it's done?" She asked curiously to the elf chef.

Sora dreamt on, cringing as his mind raced from the battles that had taken place that day. Water into ice, ice into water, Life, Death, cold and still, flowing and warm.

In a flash of light the water bender seemed to be in a lake, his eyes drifting open to see his great grandmother, her hair flowing as if she were in water.

"Some things come in time..."

Her words were soft, as he reached a hand from the water to grab hold of the one who'd raised him.

"Nana...no...it's too cold! It'll get me like it go mama!"

With a small gentle smile, the elder water bender lifted the lake, and with a soft blow sent the younger water bender in a flurry of snow into the darkness.

"Water can always find light in darkness, it'll always keep you safe, even if you don't feel it...."

Shelden continued to stir the soup, taste testing it every once and a while before adding a dash more of certain seasonings. After a few minutes and one final taste test, he grinned proudly.

"All ready! And fine tasting, if I don't say so myself," he replied, dampening the flames slightly so he could lift the pot off. He set a cloth down on the table, placing the pot on top of it. Grabbing one of the bowls Magdalen had set out, he served himself, filling it to the near brim before gently setting it down at his seating place. He took a deep breath, a sigh escaping at the pleasant aroma.

"Man, I'm hungry!" He said taking Magdalena's bowl and filling it about a little more than halfways. He set it back down in front of her, blinking and looking at her curiously.

"You okay there?" He asked, his head titling in curiousity as he set the ladel on the counter. He grabbed the pot, placing it back in the heating place. He stabbed the debris a bit, the flames still going lightly to keep the soup warm. He nodded once, heading back to the table and taking a seat. He grinned snatching up his spoon and giving a sort of toast gesture to Magdalena.

"Let's eat!"

Shelden grinned at the compliment, scooping several spoonfuls of soup into his own mouth before responding back.

"Well I can't disgrace my people in ALL aspects. I still have some good elven traits!" He replied, scooping some more soup into his mouth and finishing it off, quickly making for a second bowl. He caught sight of Magdalena and blinked, an eyebrow tilting upwards curiously.

"Everything alright?" He asked, noticing the distant look in her eyes. To him, she didn't seem sad, though he could certainly tell something was up a little bit. He set his bowl back down, taking his spoon and sipping up some more of the delightful brew in more polite mannered way.

Shelden blinked, finishing off his third bowl and maked to get for his fourth. He raised an eyebrow at Magdalena said, a slight frown crossing before a wide grin replaced it with excitement.

"Yes! That's a grand idea! Let's go do that! In fact, let's bring him some soup to 'enjoy' or something," he said with a grin, his eyes flickering a moment with intent. He fetched hist fourth and final bowl of soup, setting it down for when he'd return. He took one of the other vacant bowls from the table, looking it over a moment in thought.

Tossing and turning once more, the infected faces of his parents reaching towards him, he shot up from bed, shouting rather loudly, as he'd some how bent the water in the air into three large ice shards, each one now lodged into the door.

Gasping he looked around, his body still sore from the day's events, he licked his dry lips and looked about for his pack, blinking as it was no where to be found in his room.

Sighing he stood, gritting his teeth together as a dull pain wracked through his body. He wouldn't be able to fight completely for at least a few days, he didn't find a massive supply of water, good water, pure water. The odds of that however, were very slim.

Groaning he slowly made his way down the stairs, grinning to himself as he kneeled down to his pack, and began to remove a few herbs, here and there, blinking as he now needed some water to mix his little 'potion'. Sighing he pulled the herbs he'd need and slowly made his way to the kitchen.

Sora's eyes narrowed a bit as he walked as fast as he could to the kitchen. Forcing himself to ignore the elf and shapeshifter, growling as he began to wince as he did so. Sighing as he made it into the kitchen he looked about a few times finding an empty pot, he filled it with water, and began to drop a few herbs in, the water's color changing as he began to stir it, his powers making it even blended as he waited the color shifting from clear, to green, to red, to blue.