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Aura nodded to Cymarron, who had joined them. "Cymarron, this is Kali and Coban...my "parents" if you will.

Coban shook his head as his attention was drawn to this apparent Cymarron, who apparently was the one that had Jaxom up in arms. No, that boy wasn't happy in the least. Thinking about it he gave a chuckle and nodded to Cymarron. "Good show. Jaxom could use a taste of his own medicine sometime. And, you may call me Coban...no formalities attached please. Excuse me, seems Miss Bastet wishes a conversation of me." So saying he turned, and in mortal fashion he followed Bastet up the stairs.

Kali shook her head. "He's meddling, I know he is." Straightening her posture she turned a warm smile on Cymarron, and gave a slight now in greeting. "Hello Cymarron, I'm Kali." Her eyes went back down for a moment to the still seeking for reason child.

She ran on all fours up the stairs and into the Solarium where she leaped onto a couch and looked out the glass. It was raining outside as it always was, not falling on the Manor because of the barrier. She could practice out in the rain, it is the same thing anyway. It was hard to tell what time of day it was with lack of a sun. It was imperitive that she master these powers with the growing evils, how would you train for this anyway? She was millenia behind on it...

Nailah wandered around and finally saw the graveyard. She had heard Aura speak of it and wondered what she would find if she went inside. It appeared to be pretty extensive reaching as far as the eye could see. She wandered in and saw a huge angel statue in the middle. Walking around she wasn't really paying attention and the next thing she knew she had tripped on something. She stumbled and tried to catch herself but fell into a rather large hole. She fell in on her a** and then sat up looking around. A fresh grave?

Nailah sighed. This was rather fun. She heard the laughter and glared up. "Now that you've all had your fun...would someon mind helping me out?" Niah waited a minute and then thought about the fact that she was in a graveyard and it was very likely the voices she heard were ghosts. "Dammit..." she cursed and began to climb out of the hole. After struggling for a little while she finally got out and glared at the three ghosts. She recognized Lotus but the other two she'd never met before. "Who does that belong to anyway?" she said nodding to the offending hole. "Damn thing should be filled in..."

She laughed quite hysterically. "Well, Nelphean was messing with me at one point, and I sort of used them in front of Aura, but I can bullshit an answer if questioned." She made it seem as though she would still lie to Aura even though that question was wrung through her head quite a lot.

"They are tied to my emotions a lot. Happy, levitate. Endangered, barrier. I am told this is odd, so how do I control them?"

Nailah looked at the four ghosts. She shook her head. "Aurahkah's..." She bit her lip for a moment an overwhelming sadness filling her. She didn't want to look at the grabe much less think of Aura laying in it...dead. The thought was far too painful and she quickly pushed it aside. She turned around and looked at the name. At a wry attempt to lighten the atmosphere she laughed, "You'll have to add Voladu to it now." She looked at each of the ghosts in turn and nodded. "I'm Nailah a current resident of the manor and the pleasure is mine." She looked at Lotus and said "I want to tell you how much I appreciate you puttin gmy room back together for me. I don't know what I would have done if I had to walk around in Aura or Bastet's clothes any longer. You have my extreme gratitude and if there is anything I can do in return please don't hesitate to let me know." Niah tried to remember if she had heard anything about the other ghosts but couldn't think of anything. "Why are you all still here?"

Cymarron gave a purr at the child's affection, and returned to his questioning of the ghost.

"The odl one said that you do not see as the living do. Cymarron wondered if you saw the physical Cymarron...or the conjoining of spiritual fragments and minds tht make up Cymarron on the inside. or if you saw the Beast."

The last was said rather hesitantly, as the Beast stirred when it's name was evoked...though no one here had seen the beast, only heard him refer to it. Cymarron himself had memories of the beast escapeing the cage in his mind and the destruction that followed. they were not pleasent memories.

"There are other spirits here? what do you do? how do you watch the manor, do you keep it grounds? repair damage? ward it form other spirits? guide and protect your desendants? all of those things?"