A new face in the crowd

[Arachnia of the Hour]

Ascending Wood, 26

*The spider woman could feel the muscles in her face try to twitch at Dal'Lumen's smile and the notes in his voice, nobody could really be that happy all the time. He did come across as an extremely sincere person, and yet, each one of the people here wore masks, he would be no different. One cannot survive in the Age of Sorrows without one, after all.. The smile that put that enticing and suggestive feel to her face widened somewhat, allowing her to look forgiving. She winked at the Zenith and shrugged, assuming that he told her what she wanted to hear simply because he knew she wanted to hear it. That was alright, though, it would suffice for now. There would be time to find out the many faces under that mask of gaiety and the one trigger that made it snarl. Anger was such an ugly emotion, and despite its displeasing contortions of one's face, it had a certain dark charm when applied properly. What is this shining man's dark side? What shadows cover him? Who was he before the Sun became his light? Such questions to be answered later, to be sure. Even if it took a few hundred years, she would get the answers. Time is on her side, after all. Arachnia's head tilted and she raised her chin just enough to give a sign of peace for the time being, though it was more of a thoughtless action that something calculated on her part*

Everyone makes mistakes, Sun Kissed, even the Blessed. Friends, hmm?

*the spider's smile widened even more and amusement and pleasant laughter danced in her eyes, almost teasing him with their enticing sparkle*

I must say that I do not have many Solar friends.. Perhaps one day we will be, but for now you must forgive me for not bestowing such a title on a relative stranger. Shall we save the formalities for later, darling? After all, each of us has business to attend to, no?

[Lirimana]

Ascending Wood, 26

*Lirimana relaxed her muscles as the two of them passed blows and came together for now. They were going to be trouble together, weren't they? The Twilight sighed just a little and shook her head. These two were something else.. It's too bad she's such a bitch, Arachnia really is quite stunning in her physical shape, though Lirimana had heard that Lunars could take whatever form and alter those forms to however they wanted, so it had always made her curious as to what Arachnia really looked like. Was this her true shape and if so, why show it so casually? Did it really matter if we knew? Oh, the questions! She hung her head a little in exasperation at herself, there were so many things they had to do and she was thinking about Arachnia's body.. Though she couldn't really blame herself, it was nice.. Her brown eyes fell onto Dal'Lumen and she couldn't help but smile, she didn't care if he wasn't the most sexy man on the planet, he carried himself well and had this amazing charm and character that she couldn't help but want to know. Bleh, unnecessary thoughts! Ress wasn't getting any more time by them just debating.. Nobody in this little group wanted Ress's gorgeous head removed.. and dear Gods was he gorgeous! Lirimana started to walk off towards her destination, waving goodbye to the others*

Hey guys, I've gotta get going, okay? I have to see Sai about them arrows. Catch up with you all back here..

*Sai was really hot, too, and she had those soft, sweet lips... Geh!! Lirimana shook herself out and took off at a jog to get some of this energy out*

Bye!

[Dal'Lumen]

Ascending wood, 26

Dal'Lumen tilted his head gesturing a small bow toward Arachnia and a quick grin flicked across his face as he lowered his finger away from the map slowly. Gray eyes slowly shifting to watch Lirimana from the corner of his eyes - up until a moment ago she had been fidgeting ever since Arachnias' little snap... The Twilights eyes darted back and forth from Arachnia over to Dal'Lumen and she seemed to be having some sort of internal battle which amused the inquisitive zenith, as she broke off and excused herself from the gathering Dal' turned his full grinning gaze towards her and waved his long fingered hand at her as she trotted away.

Dal made a mental note of which direction he had come from and pictured Sentinel pointing away to the west of the gate, and then pointing south west... Imagining the direction he needed to go in tugging at his back as he came to terms with which way it was.

Smirking as he tensed the muscles in his legs, and shifted his feet on the ground "Swift and safe travels friends..." he turned his head toward the northwest and flashed a final grin at the giant grizzled man, and the white skinned, black eyed beauty, and then Looked back in the direction he was going to go... "See you again soon" and at that briskly walked away from the group leaving them behind with nothing but the sound of fluttering Silk, and a clank from the mysterious white bag on his side.

Dal walked pointedly into the throngs outside the manse walls, turning his head back and forth to survey the scene before him, after turning his head right and then left, his eyes were the only thing that moved as they snapped upon the purple scarfed self proclaimed leader. A keen smile stretched across his face and Dal began to walk straight toward the eastern man as he spoke to the crowd.

[Arachnia of the Hour]

Ascending Wood, 26

See you soon, then, Sun-Kissed

*Arachnia nodded to him as she folded up the map that she still held wondering if there would be wind of a Fair Folk soon... "80%"..perhaps it was "influence"? It seemed likely. Would that mean that there was, or is, one or more Fair Folk somewhere in Imperveress? Turning her head to look at Towering Oak, the Widow smiled and gestured with one hand towards the archway of the main manse while the other one slipped the newly-folded square of the map down into her bodice. She would examine it later when she had a moment. For now she needed to talk with the God near her city about what happened*

Stay out of trouble, Towering Oak, see you soon

*she winked at him and rotated her hips towards the exit, the rest of her body shifting to realign itself and she started to walk off, Arachnia's swaying gait causing her skirt to move back and forth. Positioning herself so that she was going back to her manse, Arachnia smiled inwardly, knowing that this would be faster than walking. Her eyes closed as she continued on, an almost malicious and cocky expression crossed her face. Normally fighting wasn't her style, but the vision she held under her lids of blasting them with the fury of thousands of ice shards brought satisfaction. As soon as she reached her manse, Arachnia went into the control room*

Tia-Ona-Zeriku, please move us to my city

Of course, Arachnia, we will be there in approximately two minutes

[Towering Oak]

Ascending Wood 26
*Towering Oak watched as the rest of the group began to disperse and sighed. Shaking his head slowly from side to side he closed his eye for a moment to think. As he opened it he noticed the new comer, Dal'Lumen, threading his way through the crowd to the scarfed peacock who seemed to be leading the ignominious and erroneous revolt against the rightful and just ruler of Imperveress. He gritted his teeth and reached back, into his pack, pulling out the 10lb Hammer he had taken from his forge before the destruction of his old life and the birth of his new. Somehow, the Hammer always comforted him and allowed keep control of his temper as he longed to smash the sanctimonious smile off the smug face of the man who was using his power to do great injustices and in the end simply perpetuate his own control. Towering Oak snarled and gripped the haft of the hammer with such white knuckled ferocity the few commoners who dared glancing over immediately looked away and started pushing toward the front of the crowd as if to get as far away from the large man as possible. Had anyone been able to look at him after that, they would have seen a golden stylized sunburst appear on his forehead. With the snarl still on his face Towering Oak listened to the start of the conversation between Dal'Lumen and this Zealous Mongoose. After a few moments he took a deep breath and turned away. If he stayed much longer he knew that he was very liable to wade in and do the very thing that Ress had wanted him not to do. Towering Oak caressed his hammer, longing to do it despite Ress's admonition not to. It wouldn't be first time. He shook his head again and started running toward Ramoth, still holding the hammer in a white knuckle death grip.*