Topic: Conversations on the porch of House Helston.

Kitty Helston

Date: 2006-11-21 01:53 EST
Chryrie had poofed onto the porch at House Helston so her and Kitty could have their almost nightly talk about the happenings of the day. Chryrie was obviously blitzed from too much mead, and she had her hair done up in pigtails by gigantic bows. Obviously the work of Icer. Kitty's eyebrow raised as she looked at her sister.

"What the hell happened to you?"

"Huh' Wha do ya mean?" Chryrie stared at Kitty wide eyed. "Do I have butterfly goop on me" I thought I got it all off Emma, but I didn't think I got it on me. Wait...is it the snails?" The fae checked herself all over for the slimy shelled creatures.

Kitty gave her a dumbfounded stare for a moment. "Uhm....no. Nevermind. So did Amthy tell Miles about Tara?"

"Oooh yeah. He wasn't happy about that at allllll. He refused to let her move him out and she got all huffy and stomped out and said she was moving out to live with Tara because she promised." The fae's hand did a talking motion. "Blah blah blah. Eventually they'll calm down, I'm sure. Either that or Tara will return to her hubby and life will return to normal. I was gonna offer Tara the island, but she never showed up." She pouted.

Kitty just sort of stared at the fae while she babbled, vaguely getting the idea, but not entirely sure if she wanted to. "Mmhmm...right. So Amthy's not staying at the Manor for awhile." She calculated in her mind the probablity of her continued staying there causing any complications and then decided it might not be bad if she kept to herself. She could do that. If all else, she could entertain herself with Magister. He was an old fart, but entertaining. The worst she could do was give him a stroke.

Chryrie just nodded like a bobblehead. "Yeeeesss. Oh, and Amadan showed up with that PlayElf again!" She blushed again at the mere thought. "I swear, I need to find a way to summon all the copies to me and burn them."

Kitty snorted in derision. "Oh hells Chryrie, get over it. I've posed for that rag more times than I have fingers. The fact that your ONE issue is still getting passed around is a compliment. Be proud and take it like a moredhel."

"Oh...yes....I suppose I could...."

"You're such a dumbass at times."

Chryrie

Date: 2006-11-28 09:25 EST
CKalb had found the wedding dress in her closet and had asked Chryrie about it. She, of course, had no idea what he was talking about. After they had finally come to the conclusion that Kitty had been involved, they along with Icer had plotted revenge. But then, what Chryrie got in her mind wasn't what she expected. Of course she heard the obligatory stream of moredhel profanities, but then she also heard something she rarely heard from Kitty. Incoherent babbling that sounded like broken thought fragments. Something about a man named Artemus. She had met the man only once or twice. Neither time were enough to get a good pin on the man. He was one way the first time, another way the second. She had no clue as to what lay behind the change.

She also felt the pain that flowed from her sister. It was not only the physical pain she was still feeling from having Icer land on her earlier that came from her, but an emotional pain. Was it...heartache" But Kitty had sworn to never again get emotionally involved too far. Did even the feline get taken by surprise by Eros"

Eventually, after CK had fallen asleep, she made her way out of her home and over to House Helston. Kitty wasn't on the steps like she usually was. Since Chryrie had spent more time there than most of the Helston clan had lately, she felt no problem with simply walking in. And there Kitty was, on the couch, curled up in a ball. She could hear the sobbing before she ever reached her. Oh dear gods, what did this man do to her" She slipped around the couch and sat next to her on the floor, stroking her sister's hair as she lay there and cried. Usually it was the other way around. Normally it was Kitty comforting Chryrie after some man had broken her heart.

"Oh Kitty....what happened?"

There was a few moments before the sobbing became punctuated with her words. "Artemus...he hasn't been Artemus for awhile now. He became possessed by something called Errtu. I don't know why, but he let me into his mind tonight to visit with Artemus. He's caged in there! And I can't break him out!" and once again her speech became inpossible to understand through the crying. It was obvious the lack of being able to help him was killing her. After all, this was Rhydin. It was a place where usually anybody could help anybody if they tried hard enough and wanted to badly enough.

"There has to be a way Kits. I'm sure there is a way. You just have to be patient. I thought I heard you say something about finding some people?" She thought she had heard names through the broken mind speech, but it was possible she had been wrong.

Eventually Kitty took a few deep breaths, the tape that remained on her sides straining with the effort. "I have to find Topaz and Rhaine. He told me to find them. They're working on something and he said I might be able to help. I don't know. Gods....why did I have to break my promise" Why couldn't I just walk away from this?"

"You know I'll help in any way that I can. And you wouldn't be you if you were capable of just walking away." She smiled the best she could, then turned her attention to the tape on her sister's ribs, her hands going over the places that Tass had not finished completely to heal them. At this point, the least she could do was ease the physical pain, even though the emotional seemed much harder for her to deal with. Then again, she knew Kitty to always be one who could shrug off most physical pains. It was pains of the heart and mind that she couldn't bear. Perhaps that was why her sister had sworn to never remarry. The emotional investment would leave her too vulnerable to pains like she was experiencing now.

Chryrie stayed with her until Kitty eventually just passed out on the couch from the exhaustion of the day. First a dragon being dropped by the Nexus to land on her, and then the emotional trauma of seeing someone she loved locked up in a cage in their own body. The fae sighed as she watched her sister sleep, face still red and streaked with tears. It had been an unusually rough day on the were-panther.

Kitty Helston

Date: 2007-01-12 09:27 EST
"You look like hell, Kit."

"I'm exhausted. The past week or two have been hell."

"Mm...true. You need a vacation."

Vacation. That word sounded so delightful. She'd been on the go nonstop for what seemed like days on end. She was patrolling the West End at night in search of clues concerning the murders. She was trying to keep up with a governor race she had decided to join at the last minute. Interviews, letters, questions about things that she honestly doubted anyone could do anything about. Moon had given birth to a baby, that Kitty delivered. That wouldn't have been particularly stressful if it hadn't been for the pathetic whining and abrupt behavior of Moon's drowish mate. The kids would be returning from Lavinor soon. She had tried to get them a week before, but Mecca had begged her to let the kids stay a little longer since they were having so much fun with her own kids. Kitty agreed to let them stay since, right now, it was too dangerous in Rhydin for her to be comfortable.

Then there was the usual drains. Fights amongst people. The latest was a huge dragon brawl outside of the Inn which resulted in something of a migraine. Icewing and Aurthur had become possessed by the spirits of wyverns. While her friends and kin held Icewing down, she managed to use her mind to remove the spirit from the dragon's body. That one had been fairly easy. It was the one who possessed Aurthur that had caused the headache. It was locked in a battle with Tass. She couldn't recall a time she had ever seen Tass's dragon form. It was magnificent, but she couldn't truly appreciate what she saw at the time. No, she was busy working to remove the spirit from Aurthur despite the fact that both dragon's were hurtling towards the ground and a frightening speed. It fought her. It used every bit of willpower it had to keep a grip on the body that was not it's own. Enough so that she completely let down her barriers and use a great deal of her strength.

The headache wasn't from the battle itself. It was from the struggle to regain control and throw those barriers up again. It was like a dam bursting, and then trying to board it back up. It could be done, but it wasn't ever easy. And then....there was Tass.

When she saw the two dragons hit the ground, leaving such a crater, something inside her screamed out in fear. Had she been too late" Were two of her friends now dead" She could feel her heart in her throat as she watched in horror. The mere memory of it was enough to almost bring tears to her eyes. She had grown very fond of Tass. She wasn't in love with the man. No, something in her brain wouldn't allow her to do that. But she cared about him enough that if he were to die....no no. Don't think about that. He hadn't. He was alive, albeit rather ripped up. She still didn't understand why he refused the help of Chryrie's healing.

She finally looked to her sister and nodded. "Perhaps I'll take one soon. When all this mess is over with. As it stands, I simply don't have the time."

"You better find time soon before you snap."

Kitty just chuckled. Moredhel didn't snap...did they?

Kitty Helston

Date: 2007-01-18 16:28 EST
"So what do you think of this Fomir man?" Chryrie asked her sister curiously.

"Fomir" Well, he's definitely not a typical moredhel."

"Yes, it would seem so. Why do you think the Nexus brought him here?"

"Eh...haven't really thought about it." Kitty lied.

Truth was she'd been thinking on it a great deal. Why did the Nexus bring another moredhel to Rhydin" Perhaps whatever lurked there heard her remark that she had not seen another full blooded moredhel since she left her home world. And it was true. Her sister was only half. Her daughter was only half. Of her family, Kitty herself was the only full blooded moredhel in town....until now.

Although after the incident in the Inn, she wasn't entirely certain he was full blooded. Of course, he could be like her. Born completely moredhel, but something came along later and added itself.

His presence in Rhydin had brought back memories she had long since forgotten. Days out hunting with her brothers when she was suppose to be learning the ways of women with her mother. A young warrior she had grown to like and had considered talking to her father about. Back in the days when she didn't mind the idea of marriage. Back when she thought nothing of killing a human who crossed her path during a hunt. Back when she was filled with rage and hatred for anything that was not moredhel.

His very being had brought about night after night of dreams filled with those memories. Some so realistic she sat upright in her bed, gasping for air, thinking she was still in battle with a neighboring clan. Nevermind he wasn't a normal moredhel. Nevermind he was raised by humans. Nevermind he played a funky light show flute and pranced around like a satyr. Were it not for certain things, like his scent, and his general feel, he could easily be an eledhel. But no...one raised away from the home would most likely never feel the pull of the "Returning"...

She patted Chryrie's shoulder as she headed into House Helston. It was time to drink more absinthe. It was the only thing that held the memories at bay and let her sleep in peace.

Kitty Helston

Date: 2007-01-22 17:23 EST
It was morning and Chryrie had come over with a plate of breakfast that apparently CK had cooked up. She didn't have her little chat with Chryrie the night before because she wasn't conscious when she got home. It was the night she had done the ultimate no-no. She cast magic.

Kitty was attempting to untangle herself from her bedsheets so she could answer the door. Chryrie never just walked in when it was morning. She didn't want to interrupt in case Kitty had a....visitor. Kitty indeed had had a visitor the night before, but he was already gone. She eventually gave up on trying to yank just one sheet free and sent her sister a mental message to just get her ass inside. She was still somewhat disoriented from the previous night's ordeal. But that would wear off soon enough.

Chryrie's boots could be heard on the hard wood floor of House Helston long before the moredhel fae stuck her head in the bedroom door.

"Wakey wakey! It's breakfast time!"

"Eugh...food. Not sure if I could eat."

"Not eat' That's not a good sign. You're usually ravenous in the mornings. "

"You're starting to sound like Taneth." Kitty chuckled, then sighed. "But no, seriously. I had a rough night last night. I....cast magic."

Chryrie paused for a moment, then she carefully set the plate she was holding down on a table before sitting on the bed next to Kitty. "Was anyone hurt?"

"Not this time. Talomar apparently stopped it. Mask helped me with the headache afterwards. "

"Talomar" Really' How odd. I was fairly convinced he all but hated you. I wonder what possessed him. Tara must have had a hand in it." Chryrie tapped her bottom lip with her fingertips as she seemed to be thinking that over. "Well, thankfully someone stopped it. Really Kitty, you know better than to attempt magic."

"I didn't have a choice. Fomir was losing control over that demonic thing that's part of him. There wasn't time to grab a mage or call you. It was either do it then and there, or risk him getting hurt."

"You could have just as easily hurt him when you lost control."

"Yeah, well, I wasn't thinking of that at the time." Kitty frowned. It wasn't just the loss of control that bothered her.

"So...where were you this time?" Chryrie knew what was eating at Kitty. Whenever Kitty cast magic, she would inevitably lose control. But the hard part was where Kitty's mind was while she was unconscious.

"I was....there." Where she spoke of, it was only known to her and her sister. A place that she winced even thinking about.

Chryrie simply nodded and then curled up next to her sister. "We'll dwell on it later. Maybe you should rest some more."

Kitty sighed and flopped back on her pillows. "Yeah. I guess I don't have much of a choice."

"That's right. You don't. By the time you have to get ready for your work shift, you should be fine." Chryrie smiled and patted her sister's shoulder, keeping watch over her sibling.

Kitty Helston

Date: 2008-01-01 17:33 EST
Over the past year the sister's conversations continued on. However, since the return of Tass, the conversations were no longer so much in the evenings, but in the mornings over coffee. Well, Chryrie drank tea, but it was still a warm dark drink.

It has become a morning ritual for Kitty. She would wake up, peel herself from Tass's side if he was there, and then head to House Helston to shower and change since that's where all her clothes were. By the time she was done, Chryrie would be sitting on the porch waiting for her, and the coffee robot she had purchased from the doctor lady had her coffee and the fae's tea ready.

This morning was no different. She sat down on the wicker chair and took up her coffee as she looked out to the snow covered landscape. The porch itself was kept warm by the fae's magic. Sometimes having a magic user for a sister was a very good thing.

Chryrie looked at her sister over the rim of her teacup. "So you're sure about this?"

"I've never been more sure about anything in my life." The fae nodded with a smile. "Good."

Kitty clutched her cup of coffee, her gaze lowering to those clawed fingers. "Why do you think I had the trouble with my tail?"

"From what I can tell, the changes brought on by the dragon bone marrow in your system is disrupting the magic that maintains those feline attributes you've grown so use to."

Chryrie set her cup down before continuing. "Dragons in general are magical creatures by nature. Considering which dragon who's blood is now in your veins, it's to be expected that it would disrupt any body altering enchantments. Your eyes and tail are the only one that are distinctly feline. The other enhancements, such as your claws and enhanced smell would be easily interchangeable with their dragon counterparts."

Kitty frowned into her coffee-cup as she listened. As Chryrie finished, her delicate eyebrows lifted to give her sister a questioning look.

"It's not that I mind becoming more like him. Don't get me wrong. It's just for the past three centuries the feline has been such a big part of me. The idea of losing it..."

Chryrie nodded, then reached down into the bag that was next to her chair. "That's why I made this up last night. It'll basically re-enforce the panther enchantment until you're body is done with it's other changes. Nothing too aggressive. Just enough so you can keep your tail."

The last part was said with a smile as she set a bottle on a table. Kitty took up the bottle to peer at it. She removed the cork to take a sniff, but ended up rearing her head back from the foul odor. "My gods, that smells awful. How often do I have to drink this crap?"

The fae chuckled as she took up her tea again. "Just once a week. I wrote measurements on the side there so you don't take too much."

Kitty stared at the bottle. She went through one set of changes when she became feline. She can survive another. Thankfully this time she wasn't going through it alone.

Chryrie

Date: 2008-02-22 16:46 EST
Chryrie watched her sister plop down in the chair across from her, but her eyebrows shot upwards when a sawed off double barrel shotgun was placed on the table between them. However, she noticed it was not Larook's gun.

"Well, good morning to you too."

Kitty smirked as she took up her cup of coffee. "Lars took his gun back awhile ago. Took me awhile to find another shotgun that felt as comfortable. Can you do your hocus pocus on it?"

"Hocus Pocus?" Chryrie chuckled as she set down her tea to reach over and careful take up the weapon to look it over. "I'll see what I can do."

Kitty nodded, then looked into her cup. "Tass is teaching me magic..."

Chryrie tensed slightly, but managed to control her impulses. Given her sister's past with magic, it was only natural for her to worry. Once Kitty's mind powers developed, even small spells would end up with catastrophic results. "Oh' And you're not..."

"No. It makes me queasy, but nothing like it was."

"Perhaps it would be wise to start with small things. Do you remember the cantrips the tribal shamans taught us?"

Kitty's brow furrowed as she searched her memories. "Vaguely."

"I'll see if I can find something to help you remember. I may still have my notes somewhere."

The fae sipped her tea as she contemplated this change in her sister. All elven kind in Midkemia were innately blessed with some degree of magical and mental ability. Most did not develop beyond the basics. Those with exceptional abilities usually became mages, or shamans as the moredhel called them. All of the youth were taught basic things and encouraged to develop them. But when Kitty's mental powers blossomed, she was forbidden to attempt the spells on her own. Chryrie remembered how her sister was constantly hauled off by the Shamans as they attempted to figure out how to harness Kitty's abilities and use them for their own means. Little wonder she had such an aversion to magic now. Were they one of the eledhel, things may be different. But the moredhel were not known for being kind. Not when power was up for grabs.

"Either way, I'm sure Tass knows what he's doing."

Kitty chuckled into her mug. "He's just as stubborn as I am. I'm sure I'll be just fine."

"Indeed."

Kitty Helston

Date: 2008-04-07 21:32 EST
Chryrie was sitting there waiting for her as usual when Kitty made her way to House Helston. Kitty flopped down in her usual seat as she took up her coffee.

"Were you able to take care of Skid last night?"

"Oh yes. I got him stitched up just fine. I guess it's a good thing I had those needles made."

"What were they made out of?"

"A dragon's tooth."

Kitty made a face, but only sipped her coffee instead of responding. It would make sense dragon's teeth were capable of going through dragon hide. Still, it was a gruesome thought.

Chryrie's voice brought her out of her thoughts quickly enough.

"I....should tell you about something that happened yesterday."

Kitty's eyebrow lifted in question as she looked to her sister. "What happened?"

"An old man came into the Inn, and had a rather interesting conversation with Alain..."

Kitty remembered the man asking about the private investigator. There was something that nagged at the back of her head the whole time he was around. It wasn't anything blatantly obvious. Just a vague feeling that wasn't warm and fuzzy by any stretch of the imagination. When he started asking who Alain had worked for, Kitty purposely made a point to not mention anyone, including herself. And now, the look on Chryrie's face led her to believe that even acknowledging she knew the PI to the man may have been a bad idea.

"How interesting?"

"It was very important to him that Alain not have any affiliation with the Bloods. He even mentioned you specifically. He asked him if he could kill without question. And....Tass was there. He didn't seem too fond of the guy. He appeared to actually recognize him by the time the guy left."

Kitty frowned as she listened. The old man didn't like Bloods eh' And, she was one of them. But hiring Alain to possibly take her out' Would he try' Could he" It would certainly make their coffee import venture plans awkward. There had to be something more going on here than she knew.

After a moment or two of thoughtful silence she finally nodded. "Well....crap. Ok, here's what I need you to do....Wait, have you made sure there's no orbs hanging around?"

"I cleared out everything within a quarter mile radius and placed a sound-proof shield around the House first thing this morning."

"Okay, good. First...don't do anything to Alain. Let him do his thing. The worst he can do is shoot me when I'm not prepared. Second, find someone at the Blood House and tell them everything you told me. I'd tell them, but it's better you do it since you actually heard the conversation."

Chryrie's expression screamed she wasn't happy with the idea of not doing anything. Her eyes lit up in flames for a few brief seconds and then went out. Kitty could tell her sibling was having trouble controlling her emotions these days. This only happened when she'd undergone stress for extremely prolonged periods of time. Her husband being gone since the past summer certainly qualified. "Alright. Is there anyone specific I should speak to?"

"Uhm....Lucius, Luse, Wylde, Belial...anyone you can get ahold of really. They count you as family, and I'm sure they'll take this seriously."

Chryrie nodded silently.

Kitty sighed into her coffee. Just when she thought she'd get a moment of peace and quiet.

Chryrie

Date: 2009-05-11 15:03 EST
"So, you're really going to do it?" Chryrie looked over the rim of her cup at her sister.

"Yes. I know that first year was total hell, but there has to be a middle ground between being overwhelmed, and not being a presence at all. I....just have to find it. I want to find it." Kitty's brow furrowed. She definitely seemed determined.

Chryrie watched her sister for a moment, then nodded. "I understand. Unfortunately, I won't be able to help you much this time. I agreed to help Anya at the Clinic. I have a feeling between that and sorting some things out after Alysia's departure, I'm going to have my own hands full."

"That's alright. I'm pretty sure I'm going to have a bit more help this time than last anyway. You should've seen Lucien's reaction when I told him."Kitty snickered into her coffee as she recalled the Barrister dancing a jig and singing in the middle of the Inn.

Chryrie's eyebrows lifted. "The Barrister" Well, I only know what you told me. But I'm afraid I'm still having a hard time coming to grasp with such an image."

Kitty snorted. "Oh whatever. You make the guy come out of his skin by scaring him to death, and you can't imagine him dancing in glee?"

"When's the last time you saw him dance in glee" Well, before this incident." Chryrie arched an eyebrow.

"Uh....ok, good point." Kitty relented. Well, it wasn't like the barrister had much to dance or sing about lately anyway. "Either way, just don't tell True about Lucien's display. It was after he left. He's planning on running too, and he would be crushed."

Chryrie suddenly let out a snort of derision which only made Kitty's eyebrows lift.

"Ooookay. What was that about?"

"Nothing." Chryrie shook her head and sighed. "At least, nothing that should concern me. If you want to know, you should ask him."

Kitty stared at the fae. "Riiiiight. Well at any rate, I need to go get that engine and get it to the garage. See you tomorrow?"

"Of course."

Kitty Helston

Date: 2012-12-28 12:11 EST
While the sister's looked out over the snow and sipped their drinks, Kitty finally took a deep breath.

"You know you're fighting a losing battle, right?"

"Yes, I know," Chryrie replied quietly. "I'm strangely alright with this."

"Tass is worried about you," Kitty watched the woman. Chryrie had changed these past few years. Kitty blamed Alysia's death. There were several years of her being a hermit up at Dark Lake, and then a continuous spiral into darkness. Moredhel were naturally dark minded beings. Kitty could only speculate on the fae side, since none had met Chryrie's father. When the woman blood-bonded with a demon, that likely didn't help matters. But then moving into the manor with nothing but her grief and Traeline to keep her company'

Now her sister sat there before her, sipping tea, a fledgling dark demi-god.

"Worried about my fondness for Khirsah' Don't be ridiculous," Chryrie's voice pulled Kitty from her thoughts. "It's not like anything will ever come of it. He doesn't care for me."

"Uh huh," Kitty barely held back a smirk. "You said you kissed him, right?"

"Well, yes," Chryrie gave her sister an annoyed look. "What does that matter" He didn't respond. He didn't move. He just let it happen and then disappeared into the Primordial. It was like kissing a mannequin."

"Exactly. He let it happen," Kitty pointed out with a lifted a clawed finger. "You and I both know he could have stopped it. He could've just walked into the Primordial before you got that far. Speaking of that, was the portal to the Primordial already open?"

"Uh...," Chryrie had to think about it for a moment. "Yes, it was. Why?"

"And the cold didn't instantly turn you into an ice-block" For that matter, your entire face should've been an ice-block the second your lips touched him," Kitty pointed out. Oh yes, she was secretly dancing with glee on being able to point something out to her sister. A few centuries of Chryrie being 'the smart one' had Kitty ready to dance when this moment arrived.

"Well...," Chryrie stared owlishly at Kitty for a few minutes as everything she said sunk in. "But....but..."

"But nothing," Kitty sat her coffee down on the table with a smug smile. "He cares in his own way. He just isn't capable of showing it like you and I are accustomed to. If he didn't care, you'd no longer exist after that little shenanigan. Nor would he always seem to show up just as you need him most. Although he may be hurt by your going off with Calix for a time."

"I need to go inside," Chryrie murmured after several seconds of silence. She placed a hand to her midsection and stood, turning toward the door. "I need to throw up."

"From disgust?"

"No," Chryrie paused briefly before continuing inside. "From guilt."

Kitty Helston

Date: 2013-02-11 00:51 EST
Kitty lifted a clawed hand to knock on Chryrie's door as her mind replayed a conversation from earlier in the day.

"I cannot gauge how close Sheryeree's powers have come to being on an even tilt with my own, but I would wager she has become my equal. With that, I asked her about going exclusive. She was rather speechless given the circumstances, but I understand I need your permission for that..." Druid's swirling gaze moved to look upon her directly then.

She had only been half listening. Blah blah blah. Powers. Equal. Blah blah -what? When the final two sentences finally registered in her brain, she suddenly spit out a mouthful of coffee and sprayed it over the porch. Thankfully it wasn't aimed at him. There were a few blinks as she turned her head to look at him. "You're pulling my leg."

"No I am not. In terms of person, she and I are each others perfect opposite. Both a neutral leaning towards the light and the dark. We temper each other into a balance. Like a pair of reckless boomerangs, we seem to keep coming back to one another. It is time one of us stop being the fool and see what a prolonged relationship will produce."

Kitty stared at Druid for a few more seconds, then she carefully set her coffee down on the railing and crossed her arms.

"Normal moredhel tradition is the eldest member of the woman's family asks for something in trade for giving up a daughter. Now, technically she's my sister, but I pretty much raised her after our Mother..." She trailed off, then shook her head.

"Either way, I keep giving her away and she keeps coming back. So you can have her for free. Just be careful with her and treat her right, eh' I can't hurt you, but Tass might."

"The problem, I think, has been her previous partners were more short-lived. Since I gauge life in millenia it is easier for me to see through the romantic notion of an eternal love. I do care for her, but recognize we may diverge, wish to explore different things, and ultimately come back together. I do thank you for your permission in this. Not exactly something I am familiar with doing." He rose then and moved to stand before her, offering a nod of his head.

"And I think it has earned you something of me. My name is Uriel."

She eyed him and offered him a clawed hand. "Kittarina and our clan name is Onyafal."

He took her hand in a firm, polite grip. "Archangel." he offers before another nod. When their hands came apart, he was gone and the world returned to its normal speed.

The conversation kept replaying in her brain long after she left the Inn that afternoon. The name and title had made her more than a little curious. So a few hours were spent going through the books in Tass's library.

It didn't take long for Kitty pay her sister a visit after she was finished.

Chryrie opened the door and gave Kitty a curious look. "Hello Kitty. You look frazzled. Are you feeling alright?"

"Are you TRYING to start the apocalypse?" Kitty blurted out.

"Uhm," Chryrie blinked to her sister a few times. "Not that I know of. Why do you ask?"

Chryrie stepped aside and motioned for Kitty to come in, which she was sure she would do anyway. They rarely knocked before walking into each other's homes. So it was strange that Kitty would do so this time.

"Well, I got a visit from Druid while I was at the Inn..." She started as she strode into the Manor.

"Ah. I see." Chryrie smiled and dropped her chin to look at the marble tiles as she closed the door. "So he actually did ask you."

"Yes, he asked me for permission to be exclusive with you. I damn near bathed him in the coffee I spit out." Kitty replied wryly as she continued in and found a place to sit down with a flop.

"So you disapprove of our being together again?" Chryrie inquired as she drifted after her sister and then sat with far more elegance and grace.

"I didn't say that," Kitty lifted a clawed finger and wagged it. "I actually gave him that permission. Afterwards he told me what his name actually is, and what he is. I did some research. If you two ever get into a fight, half of Rhydin will get destroyed."

"Then I suppose it's in our best interests to avoid fighting." Chryrie chuckled softly with a shrug.

"Right." The feline sister nodded. "So I think this will actually be good for you."

"Good for me?" Chryrie's eyebrow arched. "How so?"

"Someone has to help you curb the moredhel temper."