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One brief conversation on the origin of magic left Calcryx wanting more, against his elven conversationalists exhaustion the previous day. It wasnt often that he got to talk to people in his realm of study, and he liked to show off. But as a dragon of what he considered unparelleled wisom, he let the poor man rest and put himself to a task more fitting him at the moment, draconic hunger and the hunt for Saradin created delicacies he'd heard about. Always prefering to eat with 'light' reading, he left the kitchen with four hovering plates heaped with anything he could muster behind him. Entereing the library, the plates set themselves down on an unnocupied counter top near Nailah and he approached bookshelf barely taking notice of her. "Oh... youre that empath. Nia... Nai.... Nii... Naa... " He said waving his hand for a little emphasis on how he floundered to remember.

Idalla had only a mild hangover which by her standards meant she was still breathing. For some reason though she felt some fresh air would do her better than crawling into her bed, and she looked to do some sunbathing out on the rooftop. Big mistake. When one is in a state of mind that you think your mind is made of half eaten Jello then one forgets how bright the sun is. Whimpering pitifully to herself, she spanned out her great wings from within the illusion she span around herself in a hope to blot out the accursed light as she lay stretched on a flat area of the balcony. It proved to be of little aid as the smallest glimmer that got around them burned her shut eyes like cruel embers.

"Damn it." She admitted solumnly at deciding shed made a mistake. Slithering up to a crouch before trying to stand, she spotted the elf shed met wandering toward the tree line. Making the snap judgement that it would be far more fun to spy on him than go to bed. Another error in judgement that she realized after she jumped over the wall of the building and drifted on her wings to the ground, but still slamming her head with a headache twice as bad as ever.

She quickly tucked her wings from sight again, despite being in only light sunbathing appropriate clothes and set off into the forest to follow Nelphean in what would no doubt be interesting.

No hangover could dull the keen senses of Idalla as she navigated the trees and noted how their path didnt seem to be natural, as if they were walking through a very roundabout portal. Until she found her way to the same temple where Nelphean stood, and ducked into the brush to evade eyesight. What was he doing out here? Surely it wasnt just for a sip of water.

A large pool of blood and what may have been a voice. And of course the words about blood of all hed loved. That would be bad considering how many hed fallen in 'love' with. "Wow." Idalla let slip rather loudly in her hungover state. Followed promptly by, "s**t!" and ducking into the growth with an unintendedly loud rattle of plants. In her head she repeated to herself, Cover blown, abort! Abort! But even worse, as she tried to retreat, she snagged her leg in the very plants she used to hide and flopped onto the dirt.

Crawling to her feet and smearing off some of the dirt that caked to her body, Idalla peaked into the clearing like a child caught stealing cookies. "Hi." She near whispered, only her upper head visible. Stepping out fully, she waltzed into the clearing with false grace and dignity. "Nelphean, do you often wander into the dark woods alone to have swords thrown at you?"

Taking up just a small handful of water from the pond, Idalla uses it to carefully wash a good bit of the mud and dirt stuck to her away, intentionally in as seductive a way as she could muster, which wasnt much right now. "Doing gods will is easier than falling in love, from what I've learned. Its the ones that try to prevent you that make it difficult."

"Last night? Not good... I handled my drinks like a first timer. I was out after only one strong bottle. A bit dissapointing really, and Ive got one hell of a hangover."

Idalla's thought process was quite clogged up still, and thats why she let slip a little to much information. "God, good, they are both the same thing in this realm. At least for the one I've learned to follow. I suppose I've been to a lot of places with dark lords and worse, but here is different. Only a small scale of people have the slightest proof that their gods are real and have to believe on faith alone. Not like back in the old days, when everyone did stupid things 'in the name of god'. Blasphemers..."

Gritting her teeth, Idalla prayed that she hadnt actualy blown her cover of normalcy already. But watching the fire she shook out of that concern easily. "Looks like it doesnt like you very much." She mocked, then groaned again. "I am not myself when Im hungover. Or rather, Im somewhat who I used to be." Checking the sword carefully, she was a little to wary af approaching to close, good lord only knows what defenses it had against her kind.

Making yet another rash decision, Idalla crossed her arms and waved her hand blasting away the remnants of the filth clinging to her. "Well, right now Im a bit to out of it to bother with the cover anymore. I'm clearly not human. In fact," she let her massive wings spread open and into sight again as she smiled and revealed her large incisors with a scary look. "I would be a demon."