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Nelphean turned around and walked back to the weakened girl. "Ecara is my friend." he said cooly, "My demons make me focus on silly things, and follow through with it. It helps me deal with my relentless rage." Nelphean placed a hand on Rand's shoulder, a burst of energy was released into her, a form of genetic inspiration or a curative jump start.

"I protect Ecara, to keep my hand from killing people who have bad days."

"When did we say we would hurt Elias? hurting Elias woudl hurt her, and we can't have that."

He tilted his head, and looked at her.

"Are you sure, that you are alright?"

He looked and the dragon, and grinned.

"I am never better, Dragonkin. But aura say's there's somethign wrong with me. do you see anything wrong?"

Another change, the femine one

"And boy are you a cuuuuute dragon. I had this pet drake in the faydarks looked so much like you."

A giggle, followed by a somber cymarron, waiting Calc's answer.

"What is hot chocolate?" He asked innocently. He seriously never heard of it before. "I guess they would have it, they seem to have every food."

"Don't eat all the cheesecake. There would be a riot." Nelphean smiled under his scarf.

He pondered over her last statement. "I'll keep that in mind, if and when that comes to pass. Ecara is afraid of the smell of blood, so don't fret about death, nor should you openly welcome it. You can't control your life any more in death than you can while alive." The elf seemed overly aloof at the moment, he was still rather shaken by his harsh words with Elias. He didn't want to say what he was thinking, and didn't want to prove that Nailah would be miserable in that relationship. The elf sighed, only his life would be this complex all the time.

"Pretty well. I dont see any... did he just call me cute? Aurah, what did I miss?" Calcryx could do little other than stare at the tiger funny. But he shook it off as he had other interests right now. "Aurah... er... him aside, I'd like to look over your books about Ecara's creation and your soul bond with you if you dont mind. I want to see if I can learn anything from it."

The old one looked at Calc and chuckled lightly, before back to Aura.

You may be right. but if he's so pleased, why would he split like that? and at least one of those..versions..knows Saka very well. addressed him by a title I never heard of.

Cymarron was looking at Calc, and smiling lightly at his form...until he saw the claws. large, dark and very deadly. Another change..this time..there was a howl of pain, and he collapsed. he writhed, like a thing in torment, and his eyes lost all focus. like he couldn't see..or they weren't there.

"Yes...you were called cute. And I think I missed something too...I'm lost as well." Yet she tried to pay attention to Calcryx as if nothing was wrong. "Of course, I'm not sure if you'll learn something, I've heard of the way you study." Then something sparked her mind. "You...by any chance have run into Saradin have you?" The tension in the question was easy to hear. It would be too much for one of the two should they meet fact to face alone. Saradin didn't know Calcryx anymore, best if Calcryx knew that. Yet her attention was yanked back down to Cymarron as he fell into that scared state again. "Maybe that was the reason. If he was the ring leader...well when the power is away the others will play."

Rand led the way back to the kitchen. "Personal pocket of hell? Yeah, I like to think I've been there." She shivered again. Her own clothes were wet from the freezing ice and the melting fire, but she really REALLY want something hot iside her.

"First hot chocolate, then new clothes." In the kitchen Rand threw her sopping clothing on the floor and began snooping around for materials.

"Kettle, chocolate, suger, milk...mmmm cream would be better. Hey mint leaves! Score! Man I haven't had a thing to eat for days! This ktichen smells so good." Rummaging was warming her up a bit, though not much. There was one nice thing about Errtu's coming, he had burnt the conduit in his hastey retreat, so it wouldn't be in use for a few days. She could actually relax for once.

She sat in a chair at the table, waited for the elf to take a seat and waited for the hot water to be ready.

"Personal pocket of hell?" She said again. "We've all been there. The problem is getting out again. Obviously you've succeded."

"A wizard name Azrael created a pocket plane for his laboratory. He cloned Nelphean and Aurahkah there, and gave us to devils to play with. A few years later, we escaped somehow. I can't remeber it very well, Rakka was killed while we fled." Nelphean sat at the table, no point in keeping his thought buried.

"I was tortured because my father made the wrong person angry. Rakka was tortured because that was also torturing me. As you can see, I am slightly emotionally instable." The elf admited. "On top of that, as I walked from the fiery pocket, I became able to read peoples minds, and knwo their emotions, and I found this." Nelphean held up the cylinder.

"Things sometimes just fall together, and you don't know why."