Rhoelyn: Rhese glowers at Faye and grumbles, “None of them are here at the camp. We can’t just leave them down there. We need to search for them.”
Araatris: The sentinel meets his anger coolly, observing, “You may well be the most obstinate person I’ve ever met. We agreed to give them time.”
Rhoelyn: Rhese clenches his hands. “They may not have that time. Nysse-.” Nithan cuts in, “Is capable of taking care of herself. Why don’t you go cool off?”
Araatris: The druid bites his tongue over the first thing he wants to say. Instead, eyes wild, he grimaces and turns away. “Fine.” He flies off as the crow.
Rhoelyn: Faye sighs, “What’s the chance he’s circling and looking for them anyway?” Nithan rests a hand on her arm. “It’s a surety. Let’s rest while we can.”
Araatris: She takes his hand, following as he leads the way to the shelter. “I really do not understand that man,” she sighs. “She doesn’t need coddled.”
Rhoelyn: Nithan squeezes her hand, “He wants to keep her safe. It’s not a bad sentiment, but he lets it rattle him. I’d be terrified for you, too.”
Araatris: “But I would not be terrified for you, because I know you would keep your wits about you, even were I in peril. Rhese…?” She shakes her head.
Rhoelyn: “I know. We’ll need to keep an eye on him. He’s young and headstrong.” Nithan smirks, “I’m surprised you don’t say that about me more often.”
Araatris: Faye gives him that smile that only he ever gets, resting her free hand on his arm as if his hand isn’t enough. “I add ‘foul-tempered’ to my list.”
Rhoelyn: He chuckles, “I thought that was on the list of my charms.” Nithan pauses at the edge of the camp, and he sobers. “I am worried, Faye.”
Araatris: “About…?” She turns to look down at him, her brow furrowing as she watches his gaze skim across the camp and then the island beyond.
Rhoelyn: Nithan sighs. “I’m not sure how to stop the old one. It’s beyond anything I’ve studied which isn’t comforting. All we know is where it’s going.”
Araatris: The sentinel nods. “As the priest said… to the Abyssal Maw. Do you understand better than I just what that is, my heart? I’d never heard of it.”
Rhoelyn: “It’s the watery realm of Neptulon on the elemental plane. The only place near where we can enter it is the Abyssal Breach.” He frowns thoughtfully.
Araatris: Faye watches him, recognizing the look. “You think we should go after the Old God,” she states. “To what end, Nithan? We wouldn’t know what to do.”
Rhoelyn: He runs a hand through his hair. “We have to do something, don’t we? If the naga takes over the elementals, they can attack wherever they want.”
Araatris: “We cannot go charging in to some… interplanar war with a god and an elemental lord.” Ever pragmatic, she shakes her head. “We won’t get home.”
Rhoelyn: Nithan shakes his head, too. “Where can we go that it won’t affect us if we leave it? Our homes could be attacked or we may not make it home at all.”
Araatris: “Thus, rather than possibly die later, we rush off to die now?” Faye rubs at the bridge of her nose. “It is my curse to love a heroic man.”
Rhoelyn: He raises an eyebrow. “So, my dear lovely sentinel, you’d play blind if it meant that we could get home safely and let someone else deal with it?”
Araatris: She presses her forehead to his. “I am tired, surfal, and our time is short.” She groans. “But I know you will go. And you know I will follow.”
Rhoelyn: The priest smiles tenderly at her, “I know you will. Let us go rest. There’s nothing we can do at the moment.” He tugs her towards their shelter.
Araatris: Faye follows obediently and lets him coax her into his arms. The last thing she hears before she sleeps is his whisper, “We will get home, darling.”
Rhoelyn: Rhese flies over the beach once more, then landing on the shore and shifting. “Come on, Nysse. You have Aleesa with you. Make a path…”
Araatris: He stands in the afternoon sun and looks over the ocean, trying to be still, but all too soon, he’s pacing, his thoughts racing as he considers (c)
Araatris: (c) what to do. Because not doing anything might be getting Nysse and Yami and the others killed. “Lad.” Dorian makes him jump out of his skin.
Rhoelyn: “Lad,” Dorian repeats, “Come back ta camp and rest. Yer gonna drive yerself inta the ground which won’t be helpful to yer lady or anyone else.”
Araatris: Rhese looks back out over the water, his brow furrowed. “No… no, I think I should go back down there. They should have been here by now.”
Rhoelyn: The dwarf sighs, “Aye. They should’ve, but I’m trustin’ they know how ta stay outta trouble. I’m startin’ to wonder if you do. Don’t run off, lad.”
Araatris: “How can you be so calm?” The druid turns to him. “That wasn’t orcs or bears. We left them with a god! A Void god, no less. They haven’t escaped.”
Rhoelyn: Dorian levels an even look at Rhese, “There ye go assumin’ that they can’t take care of themselves. Void god or not, I’m sure they escaped.”
Araatris: When the druid looks unconvinced, the dwarf rests a meaty hand on his arm. “Lissen, lad. I’ve known ‘Lees since jes’ about the moment they crashed.”
Rhoelyn: “Since then, she’s saved our lives more times than I can count. Yer Nysse not only survived, but took care of two others,” he continues.
Araatris: “She isna some fragile wee flower, an’ you know it. An’ sure, you aren’t with her, but she also isna alone.” He pats the night elf’s arm.
Rhoelyn: Rhese sighs in frustration, “But we don’t know, Dorian. We’re all capable to a point, but if they were free they would have met us here.”
Araatris: The dwarf scoffs. “I’d bet m’favorite hauberk they’re already halfway along on banishin’ that Old God right back where’e came from by now.”
Rhoelyn: The druid rubs his face. “Why do I feel like a stone wall talking to another stone wall?” He looks out over the water with a long sigh.
Araatris: “Come on, lad. There’s granite in me soul, an’ you won’t win this one.” Dorian tugs on his arm. “Rest today, an’ tomorrow we all act together.”
Rhoelyn: Rhese reluctantly allows himself to be pulled towards camp. He doesn’t speak, but keeps looking over his shoulder. Dorian chatters pleasantly.
Araatris: He finally snaps after the dwarf shoves a piece of fruit at him, escorts him to the shelter, and waits, staring.“Alright, already! I’m resting.”
Rhoelyn: The druid ducks into the shelter and sits, taking a bite of the juicy fruit. Dorian hesitates, “Don’t leave us lookin’ fer ye inna mornin’.”
Araatris: With a weary sigh, Rhese says, “I won’t leave without the rest of you. You have my word.” When the dwarf still doesn’t move, he glowers. “What?”
Rhoelyn: “Have hope. I know it be hard when you feel she’s in danger, but it’ll work out. I can feel it in mah bones.” The dwarf smiles comfortingly.
Araatris: Rhese considers that, looking down at his hands. He finally looks up with a little, weak grin. “Who am I to doubt the wisdom of your bones?”
Rhoelyn: Dorian pats his leg, “Aye, these bones have seen a lot. Try to put it outta yer mind and rest. We’ll check on ye inna morn.” He finally steps away.
Araatris: “Until then, Dorian.” Once alone, the young man eats in brooding silence, laying down on his side in the soft moss. He stares blankly at the tree.
Rhoelyn: Rhese sighs and rolls onto his back. His thoughts and worries churn in his mind like a thunderstorm. It takes a long time for sleep to come.
Araatris: When the druid opens his eyes to watch Nysse and Yami playing with the wolf pups in their yard in Nighthaven, it feels perfectly natural.
Rhoelyn: Yami blurs into a wolf and pounces one of his adoptive siblings. Nysse laughs as she tussles with two others. “Rhese? Are you going to join us?”
Araatris: He laughs and walks over at a leisurely pace, enjoying watching them. “I wondered where you two had gotten off to.” A couple of the pups bound over.
Rhoelyn: She straightens with a blush. “Oh! I forgot to tell you! I’m sorry, beloved.” She pets a nearby pup. “Yami was so excited to come and play.”
Araatris: Rhese kneels and lets the pups bounce around his legs for a moment before straightening and going over to Nysse to steal a kiss. “I missed you.”
Rhoelyn: Nysse smiles and gazes at him lovingly. “I missed you, too. I’m sure you weren’t too worried about us.” She reaches up to touch his cheek.
Araatris: “I always worry about you when you’re not at my side.” He reaches up and presses his hand over hers. “You’re precious to me.”
Rhoelyn: She flushes. “And you to me.” The huntress teases, “Aren’t you always telling me that I shouldn’t worry so much; you can take care yourself?”
Araatris: The druid chuckles, reaching out to Yami as the pup bounds over and shifts back to a boy. “Do as I say… not as I do.” His grin is a bit sheepish.
Rhoelyn: She taps his nose. “What sort of example are you setting for our Yami?” As Yami joins them, she releases Rhese to lean and kiss Yami’s cheek.
Araatris: The child squirms under Nysse’s attention. “Miiiin’da,” he complains, giggling. “Stop!” He ducks behind his adoptive father, full of mischief.
Rhoelyn: Nysse giggles and reaches around Rhese. “What? Are you too old for kisses now? Your an’da never complains when I kiss him.” Yami dodges her grasp.
Araatris: “Don’t worry, dalah’alei.” The druid grabs at Nysse with a matching mischievous look. “I’ll take all the awful kisses for you.” Yami snickers.
Rhoelyn: The huntress grins and slips her arms around Rhese instead. “Oh no! I’ve been stopped!” More softly she murmurs, “What a grand sacrifice…”
Araatris: His tone is sultry as he tugs her close. “The things I do for family.” Yami imposes, grabbing his leg. “An’da!” Rhese releases her to scoop him up.
Rhoelyn: The boy sternly shakes his head, “No kisses. Play!” Nysse attempts to hide her laughter behind her hands. “Where are my kisses going to go then?”
Araatris: It only becomes harder to hide when the child shrugs very seriously and points at her belt. “Pocket?” Rhese laughs, tickling him. “Clever boy!”
Rhoelyn: Yami giggles and flails. “Play, an’da. Kitty!” He shifts into a miniature version of Rhese’s own druid form. Nysse watches with a bright smile.
Araatris: The druid lets him scamper down and bound a few paces away before he shifts and chases after him with a playful growl, tail twitching.
Rhoelyn: Nysse laughs, “Don’t let him catch you, Yami. He’s sure to lick you!” Her grin is mischievous as she rounds up the wolf pups to help Rhese.
Araatris: Eventually, under playful assault from seven pups and a kitten, the cat begins to flag and lays down in the grass to let them caper around him.
Rhoelyn: The huntress shoos them away and sits next to the druid, running her hand through his fur. “It’s time for me to go, surfal.” She smiles ruefully.
Araatris: He reverts his form, scooching to rest his head on her lap. His reluctance to leave the moment behind is obvious. “Where are you going, Nysse?”
Rhoelyn: She brushes his hair back. “Neptulon in the Abyssal Maw. We’re going to try and re-open the gate and to send the old one back where he belongs.”
Araatris: His expression is troubled as he reaches up and caresses her cheek. “It’s risky. Be careful, my light.” She nods and leans down to kiss him.
Rhoelyn: Nysse lingers. “I’ll see you soon. Yami knew how much we needed to talk. I think somehow he managed to connect us while we were sleeping.”
Araatris: Rhese glances over at the boy, who looks up from playing with the pups with a grin. He turns back to Nysse. “He is a thoughtful child. You did that.”
Rhoelyn: She blushes and mumbles, “It’s not just me. We did it together.” Still, her gaze turns to Yami full of pride. “I can feel myself waking up…”
Araatris: He surges up and gives her a quick kiss. “Be safe, lovely. I’ll find you soon,” he says, the dream fading away around him. Rhese wakes with a start.
Rhoelyn: Refreshed, he pushes himself out of the shelter only to find himself staring at Nithan. The human looks surprised, “I was coming to get you.”
Araatris: “I was about to say the same.” Rhese smirks. “I think-” the priest starts, only to sync with the druid as he says “- I know where to go.”
Rhoelyn: Nithan blinks then frowns. He grumbles, “Fine. Where do you think we should go?” He crosses his arms as if sure that Rhese will be wrong.
Araatris: “The Abyssal Breach,” the druid pronounces, watching with no small amount of smugness in his grin as Nithan blinks again.
Rhoelyn: “How did you-” Rhese interrupts, “Nysse told me through our link with Yami while we were sleeping. Let’s go. We need to hurry to help them.”
Araatris: The night elf barely waits before he’s hurrying off toward the center of camp, leaving Nithan frowning and calling after him, “Your what, now?”
Rhoelyn: Nithan groans and hurries after him, “Rhese!” He catches the druid as they reach Dorian and Faye. “Back up a moment. How did you know again?”
Araatris: “Nysse told me.” He smiles, clearly over all of the previous afternoon’s anxiety. “Yami linked our dreams. Why? How did you know?”
Rhoelyn: The priest pinches his nose. “A dream… I suggested going there because Kalis mentioned taking over from Neptulon. It was a logical jump.”
Araatris: “Then we’re agreed, aye?” Dorian puts his rough-hewn stone axe back in his belt. “It seems we are,” Faye says, patting Nithan’s shoulder.
Rhoelyn: Sighing, Nithan nods. “Let’s just go already.” He mutters under his breath as they head out, “Really? A dream?” Faye squeezes his shoulder again.
Araatris: “You act like a lad who knows exactly where he’s goin’…” The dwarf trudges beside Rhese, looking up. “Ye know we dinna have a ship, right?”
Rhoelyn: Rhese glances at Dorian, “We don’t need one. All the naga in the area will be heading to the same location as us. We’ll make use of that.”
Araatris: The druid smirks at him. “I hope those old bones of yours know how to sneak.” Faye looks amused. “So, we intend to hitch a ride with the enemy.”
Rhoelyn: He nods. “Unless any of you have a better plan. When we get close we should be able to split off ahead of them and meet up with the others.”
Araatris: “I like it,” Dorian votes. “As do I,” agrees Faye. The three of them look at Nithan, who nods and smirks. “It should work.”
Rhoelyn: Rhese grins as they find themselves slipping away from the naga several hours later. He motions toward a circular path to the Abyssal Depths.
Araatris: Once they’re clear of the naga forces, Rhese darts through the dark water as a seal, ranging ahead through the rocks before circling back.
Rhoelyn: They follow him to the swirling vortex leading to the Abyssal Maw. An elemental that sees them pauses before suddenly ushering them forward.
Araatris: The four of them are escorted past a ferocious battle, where elementals and water spirits fight to hold off void lords and fiends as well as naga.
Rhoelyn: Within the underwater palace, they’re heading down a hall when they hear Aleesa. “Nysse, you direct them like this when you reach that part.”
Araatris: Rhese starts to turn toward the sound, but their elemental guide stops him, beckoning them farther down the hall. He frowns, but they follow.
Rhoelyn: The group enters a large ante-chamber. A large chest sits in the middle with Majordomo Tsunabren waiting by it. “You have finally arrived.”
Araatris: The druid kneels before the majordomo, bowing his head as the others do the same. “It’s about damn time.” The voice isn’t the one they expected.
Rhoelyn: Rhese raises his head and looks around searching for the source. “Kreston, what are you doing in here? Shouldn’t you be with the others?”
Araatris: The sailor scoffs, straightening from where he was leaning against the wall. “I was deemed… less useful for what they’re up to.” He looks (c)
Araatris: (c) a more dangerous sight in grey leather armor with a keen saber on his belt as he gestures at their host. “Meet Neptulon’s Majordomo, Tsunabren.”
Rhoelyn: Rhese bows his head again, “It is an hon-.” Tsunabren waves her hand. “There is no need for formalities at this time. I know who you are.”
Araatris: “Then you know we’ve come to help.” Nithan speaks up. “I was assured you would, yes,” she answers. Her fluid hand pats the chest. “Time is short.”
Rhoelyn: She continues, “Take what weapons and armor you need. The one you call Nyssera and her children will need guardians while they open the portal.”
Araatris: “Gladly.” Rhese straightens, grinning. “Thank you for your generosity, Majordomo.” The elemental nods. “You serve Neptulon, today, druid.”
Rhoelyn: He gives a quick bow. “Then we will make sure we’re ready to do our part.” Rhese steps forward and they begin to sort what they’ll need.
Araatris: Before long, the druid stands before the window in a borrowed chamber, using his reflection in front of the wild ocean to straighten his belt.
Rhoelyn: Nithan grumbles next to him. “Do you think she’s going to be worried about your belt at a time like this?” Rhese shoots the priest a broad grin.
Araatris: “Who can fight with a crooked belt?” he teases, patting the priest’s shoulder. His gaze flicks back to the window. “I think the girls will approve.”
Rhoelyn: Tugging at the knee length tunic, Nithan rolls his eyes. “Well, at least we’ll die with style.” He ponders aloud, “I wonder what Faye chose.”
Araatris: The druid chuckles. “Let’s go find out. We’ve got work to do, anyway.” He hefts his new mace, testing its feel before slipping it into the sheath.
Rhoelyn: Kreston is waiting for them when they leave the room. “You primadonna’s ready? Faye and Dorian have already headed to meet the others.”
Araatris: Nithan cocks a thumb at Rhese. “It took a while to separate this one from his reflection.” The druid smirks. “Let’s not keep the team waiting.”
Rhoelyn: The sailor leads them through the winding hallways. After a couple of minutes, Nysse’s voice echoes, “Again. We can’t risk a mistake.”
Araatris: They step into a large chamber with a high, domed ceiling of natural rock. Faye and Dorian already wait by the wall, watching the void children.
Rhoelyn: Putting a finger to his lips, Kreston leads them to the others. Aleesa sighs, “You have it, Nysse.” Yami changes into boy, “Min’da. We’re tired.”
Araatris: Frowning, Nysse opens her mouth to argue, but before she speaks, she pauses and looks at the droopy postures of the siblings milling around Yami.
Rhoelyn: She looks dismayed, “I’m sorry, little ones. You’ve been doing such a wonderful job. Of course you can rest.” Nysse kneels in front of Yami.
Araatris: The boy yawns and puts his arms around her, leaning his head on her shoulder. “I can take them to their chambers,” Aleesa offers, stepping up.
Rhoelyn: Nysse looks gratefully at Aleesa, but speaks to Yami, “Why don’t you all go with Aleesa? I’ll follow in a bit, alright?” She strokes his back.
Araatris: He nods and takes the draenei’s hand, his siblings following his lead. On the way out, though, he spots Rhese. “An’da!” He yanks free and runs over.
Rhoelyn: Rhese lifts him high into the air and then into his arms. “You’ve been working hard today.” He smiles. “Thank you for watching over her.”
Araatris: Yami smiles and wraps his arms around the druid’s neck. As Aleesa ushers the rest of the children out, Nysse walks over to the two of them.
Rhoelyn: Nysse takes in his outfit then yawns. She grins bashfully, “Sorry, I guess I’m a little tired. We’ve been at it since we woke.” She hugs Rhese.
Araatris: He wraps her into the hug with Yami, pressing a kiss against her temple. “We passed the battle on the way in. It’s not good. Are they ready?”
Rhoelyn: The huntress nods, “They are. I’m more nervous that I’m going to direct them to move at the wrong time.” Nysse sighs, “But I’ve done what I can.”
Araatris: “I have faith in you, lovely.” He gives her a quick kiss on the cheek and does the same to Yami. “Both of you,” Rhese smiles.
Rhoelyn: Yami yawns and lays his head down on Rhese’s shoulder. Nysse sighs, “I should take take him to rest with the others…” Yami shakes his head.
Araatris: The druid pats his back, saying, “You need your rest, little cub. And I need someone to take min’da and make her rest, too.” They both look at her.
Rhoelyn: Nysse glares at Rhese. “I’m-.” He motions with his head at the child. Nysse’s shoulders droop and she takes a deep breath. “I’m tired, too.”
Araatris: Yami nods, but not without his little lip jutting out in a pout. Rhese hands the void child to Nysse, brushing her cheek before he pulls away.
Rhoelyn: She takes Yami, smiling a little at Rhese. “We’ll see you later, surfal. We don’t have long…” She ducks her head and turns. “Before it arrives.”
Araatris: The druid says nothing, letting them go rest, but as soon as they’re gone, he turns to Kreston. “What did she mean? ‘Before it arrives’?”
Rhoelyn: Kreston grimaces, “Bal’riemon will be here in a couple of hours. I hope they can get some rest. We were worried you wouldn’t make it in time.”
Araatris: Faye interjects, “They are purposefully eroding the front lines to lure him here?” The sailor nods, and she blinks. “What a risky strategy.”
Rhoelyn: Nithan rubs his scruffy chin. “It’s actually a solid idea. They can cut off his escape and force him through the portal, but…” He looks at Rhese.
Araatris: The druid makes an unpleasant face. “That means we have to deal with Kalis and Anari both.” He sighs. “You should check on Nysse’s curse.”
Rhoelyn: “I can wait until after she sleeps,” Nithan suggests. Rhese shakes his head. “No, but I’ll go with you. I want to make sure she’s resting.
Araatris: Kreston shoves away from the wall. “I’ll show you both the way, then. But be quiet, okay? Aleesa gets really snappy when you wake the … kids.”
Rhoelyn: The druid raises an eyebrow as they follow Kreston. “Why would she get snappy?” Sighing, the sailor looks over his shoulder. “They’re… difficult.”
Araatris: “Hm.” Nithan glances at Rhese. “Unlike Yami, they were raised by the naga witch. I worry about how far we can trust them.”
Rhoelyn: Kreston puts a hand behind his head. “Thanks to Yami, they seem to be smitten with Nysse, but you’re right. None of them share the same bond.
Araatris: Rhese speaks up. “It really doesn’t matter. We don’t have any choice but to trust them because the plan is in motion. There’s no stopping it now.”
Rhoelyn: Nithan frowns as the sailor puts a finger to his lips. They step into the chamber on their right. Within, Nysse is circling the room.
Araatris: Striding over to her, Rhese lays a hand on her arm and whispers, “This doesn’t look like resting, lovely. It distinctly looks like -not- resting.”
Rhoelyn: She turns her half-lidded gaze toward him and mumbles, “Aleesa was having trouble getting a few of them to settle down… they get scared.”
Araatris: He frowns and looks around, noting many still little void children. “They look like they’re resting, now. It’s your turn. Love, you look exhausted.”
Rhoelyn: Nysse manages to look guilty and protests, “But what if-.” Rhese hushes her and takes her by the elbow. “Yami needs you now. He’s waiting.”
Araatris: The druid escorts her to where the boy waits, looking droopy and yawning as Aleesa keeps him company. “Both of you rest, now. Please.”
Rhoelyn: The huntress submits wearily. She settles down with Yami on the pillowed floor and tucks him into her arms. Aleesa hands Rhese a cover.
Araatris: They’re both practically asleep in the scant time before he turns and drapes it over them. He sits beside them and beckons Nithan over.
Rhoelyn: The human priest carefully makes his wake through the void children and kneels on the other side. He silently extends his hand over Nysse.
Araatris: As Nithan’s magic brushes over the huntress, Yami stirs uncomfortably. He squirms over and curls up in Rhese’s lap before falling back asleep.
Rhoelyn: He frowns, but continues his examination. After a few minutes, he withdraws his hand and motions toward the doorway. He stands and moves away.
Araatris: The druid gently lays Yami back with Nysse and slips to his feet, making his sure-footed way through the sleepers to the doorway with Nithan.
Rhoelyn: “It’s faded enough that it shouldn’t be a risk.” Nithan answers the unspoken question quietly. Rhese frowns. “Can they can use it against her?”
Araatris: The priest shakes his head. “Not as it is. I doubt it could so much as scratch her, now. But I suppose it could be a vulnerability to a new curse.”
Rhoelyn: The night elf rubs his face. “Great. Something else to worry about. We’d better let them rest.” He tries to get Aleesa’s attention. “Aleesa?”
Araatris: The draenei straightens from where she sits against the wall outside the doorway, her new mail armor jingling musically. She looks nervous. “Yes?”
Rhoelyn: Rhese pauses, “Is everything alright? I just wanted to see if you were going to head back to the others or stay here.” He crouches next to her.
Araatris: Aleesa gives him a weak grin. “I’ll stay. Everything is fine. Nysse has done a wonderful job preparing them. I just feel a bit… responsible.”
Rhoelyn: “Why do you feel you’re responsible?” Nithan asks as he joins them. “Did something happen?” Rhese nods. “I’m sure Nysse wouldn’t feel that way.”
Araatris: She sighs and clings to that little, worried smile as she glances back through the doorway. “I know I’m just the messenger. But they’re babes.”
Rhoelyn: Rhese ruffles his hair. “So you don’t think they can understand what they’re being asked to do.” Rhese sighs, “We’ll just have to protect them.”
Araatris: The shaman nods. “Please. What we’re asking of them… Well, afterwards, I hope they can just be little void creature children and play.”
Rhoelyn: Nithan grumbles, “It’d probably be better if they went through the portal.” At Rhese and Aleesa’s looks, he huffs, “Don’t give me those looks.”
Araatris: The human continues, “I know I don’t have the best history about the void creatures, but think about it. They don’t really belong here.”
Rhoelyn: Rhese scowls, “I know that, but Nysse has chosen to taken them in then we’re not going to go against it.” Nithan nods. “I’m not saying that we do.”
Araatris: “… but they are children,” he continues, “and when the time comes, they will look to her, to us, for what to do. Is it best for them to stay?”
Rhoelyn: Aleesa looks nervously at Nithan. “There’s only one thing.” The priest raises an eyebrow as she continues, “Yami is bound. He can’t return.”
Araatris: He blinks. “Sure he can. Just toss him th-” Rhese interrupts, scowling. “That’s not funny, Nithan.” “Fine. Why does that mean he can’t return?”
Rhoelyn: The shaman swallows, “I don’t think it’d have a good effect on Nysse. Emotionally or otherwise. I’m… not sure if she wouldn’t be pulled with him.”
Araatris: Rhese pales at the very idea. Even Nithan is serious. “So Yami stays, then. But I still say we should consider encouraging the others to return.”
Rhoelyn: “I’ll talk to Nysse about it, but she’s been so protective of them.” Aleesa mumbles. Rhese sighs, “I can’t disagree for others I suppose.”
Araatris: “We have the two who stand the best chance of convincing her right here.” Nithan’s gesture encompasses them. Rhese and Aleesa both wince.
Rhoelyn: Rhese groans, “I guess I’d better stay here. Aleesa, why don’t you go with Nithan and work out a plan? This is going to be… interesting.”
Araatris: As she nods and gets to her hooves, he settles in her place against the wall. Before they go, he says, “She’ll need to know they’ll be cared for.”
Rhoelyn: Rhese glowers at Faye and grumbles, “None of them are here at the camp. We can’t just leave them down there. We need to search for them.”