The Mal'anar Discover Nightmare Tears

< Previous      Morrigan Orellana  Harkon Benoir clears his throat before he speaks. "First of all, I want to thank you all for attending this meeting"...he then smiles to the regent of Silver Hollow. "Furthermore, I wish to thank our host specially for making it possible to meet here on neutral ground...I have called this meeting because I felt it of the utmost importance after having gotten disturbing news from our neighbors in Mal’anar about a deadly flower ." The Nomad stares out to the crowd of people and takes a deep breath, disliking being in an enclosed area with a crowd of people. Nodding his head to no one in particular, he speaks... "Greetings, friends, enemies, and visitors. I thank you for coming to protect our frail realm.  Before we begin, I bind you all by a pledge of hospitality. Tonight, while within the grounds of the Sacred Court of the Silver Hollow, not a single soul shall harm another: Just as the seasons pass from one to the next, So shall you pass from your world to mine. Any who disrupt my season of solace, So shall instead find the coming of their final breath. And if you so raise your hand to another, So shall I chop the wicked thing off. Hail the Silver Hollow and the seasons they represent. Straither Ehret sits herself down, unimpressed she has to sit on cushions but more impressed she has to sit next to the ridiculous looking Jester. She looks over her shoulder at Arix and winks, flashing her a smirk.  Arixian Diesel waves to Straith and tries to keep her wits about her. Arabella Forsyth makes her way to the cushions Asaekai had indicated, taking a seat silently, though she smiles lightly at Arix's audible complaint, giving the Valkyrie a small nod. "It has been a while, Arix," she whispers, growing silent as she strains to catch snatches of the conversation in the adjacent room. Arixian Diesel would pat Bella on the shoulder in a friendly way, giving her a smile as if to apologize for the time between meetings.  Jonwynn (Harlequin): "I'm here to guard the king. Access is governed by the owner of the castle's guards... such as they are." he scowls. "Can't say I'm not hoping this is fast and out of the way quickly." The Nomad looks to King Harkon to continue.  Kazuma Snowfall settled in behind the Tari, aware of the floating man behind him. He leaned over to the Minya and whispered.  Harkon Benoir nods to the nomad Sidhe.  Kazuma Snowfall (In Mal'anar Elven): eld ca tyae omd caelan tir . Ghandi Kamachi sighed as he walked up and peered at the gathering in the other room and shook his head slowly. "No, I have better things to do than die. Like not getting invited to events here that I've yet to fathom why people are making this some sort of big deal." Morrigan looks to Harkon as he speaks, sighing again in an effort to relax, her brow furrowed in worry.  She grins a bit as her Champion speaks to the Minya.  Oralia Re'sun turns her head to Kahz and motions to her lips with a finger, then whispered back. "Sek'al em tir Nomad en’ Hollow," she said and looked to Morrigan. Kazuma Snowfall nodded to the Minya and winked.  Harkon Benoir gives the Tari a warm smile and a wink; he can she is nervous with the Aran not present and having the responsibility of this meeting on her shoulders. Although, he had not looked favorably before on the union between her and Xavi, he does validate her courage now. Giggles Hoxley looks over his shoulder and smiles to Arabella, "You know we teleported to the wrong place on our way here" he says, striking up a conversation with her, "Instead of walking, the King thought we should use magic travel. His head wizard, the one sitting in there" he points to the room with the regents, "Sent us all to Mal'anar, not Silver Hollows. I'm just thankful that he didn't teleport my arse to Unra'eth and my balls to Drakkenguard." Straither Ehret rests her head against her knees listening easily to the conversation in the next room and trying to filter through the stuff she wasn’t interested in unto anything she was.  Morrigan looks curiously at Harkon, unused to any cordiality between them. Arixian Diesel gets up, growing ever uncomfortable on the floor. She moves closer to the room to hear better.  Tamar Luminos smiled, hearing the fae asking for people to be seated and moves gracefully to take a seat within range to hear the discussion, glancing back to Gilsi as she folds her legs and sits comfortably, unperturbed by the cold stone floor.  Straither Ehret burst into laughter and looks at the Jester right of her. Patting him hard on the back "Eh, ya beh aight, dere Jestah." she says, now in a pretty good mood.  Harkon Benoir looks to the Nomad to see if he was done with his speech. Arabella Forsyth holds a small hand to her mouth in an attempt to stifle the laughter the mental image of Giggle's words had conjured up. With a shake of her head as she manages to gain her composure, somewhat, she leans in to mutter softly. "I'd have taken care of your arse until you could get it back, at least, Gigs."  The Nomad nods and looks to King Harkon to continue speaking. Harkon Benoir coughs, then continues.  Ghandi Kamachi sighed and went to the floor, giving her an odd look as he wondered what kind of odd bum magic would be necessary for everyone to be seated. Giggles Hoxley is bumped forward at the hardness of the slap on the back by the lycan, though he nods and smiles to her politely, thinking she meant no harm, she just didn't know her own strength. "You're so sweet" he replies to Arabella, sticking his tongue out at her. Harkon Benoir:  "We have been informed that a deadly flower found its way to Mal’anar; so far it is said that only the elven realm has been afflicted with this strange plant,...it is further said, they have tried a number of things to destroy it, but failed." Harkon Benoir turns to look at Morrigan to confirm or deny this claim. Oralia Re'sun looks to Harkon as he spoke and nods to his words, while her hands rested in the fabric of her gown she glanced as well to Morrigan.  Straither Ehret grumbles to herself "we aint realleh beh 'ere to talk ‘bout flowers be we?" shaking her head to herself "Let deh elfeh's 'andle it, good riddance to 'em." Morrigan nods solemnly, straightening in her seat as she feels the eyes upon her.  "Nightmare's Tears, they are called," she says.   Harkon Benoir nods, but in truth he didn’t know the name of the flowers until this very moment. "What has been done so far to destroy them, Tari?" Redthorn Kutenai had lived with those menacing flowers for a month now and is just now finally hearing what they are called. Lady Moon places her hands on her husband’s shoulders, her nerves uneasy being around this many people, she keeps her face like stone and gives Elegost's shoulder a gentle squeeze getting strength from his energy. Morrigan gives a shrug.  "Nothing can be done as far as we can tell.  There is nothing to do but avoid them.  Exposure leads quickly to death." Oralia Re'sun nods and looks to Harkon as she spoke. "We have cast redirect spells, put shields over them...and it seems they engulf any sort of magic thrown at them. Removing them by hand is just as dangerous, for they drain the life from you." she insisted, as she glanced around the room during her explanation.   Arabella Forsyth shrugs. "Oh, I do my best," she says with a beaming smile for Giggles. "Though I cannot guarantee what state you'd get it back in. You know how riddled with vice that city is said to be," she continues to whisper, mock dismay clear on her voice. She knew what people said, but she had yet to witness half the atrocities and vile things that were rumored to take place in her city. When the female next to Giggles speaks up dismissively about the topic being discussed, she grows quiet again. Whatever affected one of the kingdoms could affect the others soon enough, she knew. A significant glance is shared with Tamar, across the room. The Nomad coughs rather loudly from where he lies comfortably on the ground, "For the record of the night and season, Allure is the reigning Majesty in the Silver Hollow. Her word is the Will of the Hollow." *Closes his eyes once again and lets his weary body relax into the ancient stone of the Hollow Palace. Jane Fetiocci, peering into the room, listens intently as she studies the officials and dignitaries gathered inside there. Her olive eyes fall upon Moon, her back toward Jane. The lady-in-waiting tilts her face forward, burying it in the folds of her skirts gathered over her arched knees, hugging them tightly to her. Asaekai Lunasea directs the brownies she has bribed, coaxed, and prodded out of hiding, the small, wingless fae creatures moving about the room to serve guests with food and drink. The beings look every bit as uncomfortable as their Mistress as she listens, finding her instructions that this was 'about flowers' to have been far less serious than the deadly threat at hand. She had heard that the Winter Regent had fallen gravely ill, but dismissed the rumor as only that. But, perhaps there was more to it... She holds her tongue, gesturing with her hands but only half paying attention as she sends her reluctant help about the room. She'd be lucky if they turned back up in Wayward Spirits after tonight. Allure Vultee listens as the King speaks but her eyes are following the little golden orbs floating just above the Queen. Allure tilts her head to one side as she watches, trying her utmost not to spring forward from her pillow and capture one of the orbs. "What has been done so far to try to kill the flowers off?" Her eyes still following the orbs while she speaks. "If we know what has been done thus far we can save valuable time." Harkon Benoir shifts his eyes to Elegost, seeing if he had tried any sort of spells on the flowers, then turns to look at Morrigan again and Oralia, his lips set in a tight line as he listens to them, more worried than ever, his eyes turn to Zachh, seeing what his expression is after hearing this statement Harkon Benoir sighs, asking, "Have they spread yet?" Elegost Silverweb: *shakes his head* My magic has had little to no effect in eradicating or spreading them. Morrigan shakes her dark head.  "To my knowledge, they only plague Mal'anar and other elven realms, but we cannot say they will not." Riluth Spires blinks briefly, he of course wonders if they have burned them, that of course would have been his first reaction.  Zachh Barkley stares agape into the flame in the center of the table, pondering possible solutions, suddenly his eyes widen with a possible idea, "Andraste's Toxin!" Giggles Hoxley wrinkles his nose at the kind of "riddled with vice" arse that he'd get back from Unra'eth. "On second thought, I might not want it back" he replies, wondering how deep the deviancy runs among dark elves, and the kind of condition that a prime, tight bum like his would be in after a few hours in that city. "I still want my balls though, if you can get them" he adds before changing the subject. "You know what I'd do about the whole Nightmare's Tears thing?" he asks rhetorically, referring to the deadly plants the regents were here to meet about, "Get dragons to breathe fire over all the infected areas and disintegrate them. After all, historically, they're here to protect us, right? And if Mal'anar is destroyed..." he shrugs, lowering his voice, "Collateral damage." Tamar Luminos shifted her position slightly as she felt the body heat of the man settling down close behind her, smiling slightly as she listened intently to the royals discussing...deadly flowers? She glanced over to Arabella, meeting her gaze with a tilt of her head, mouthing the word 'fire?' to her as a possible tactic. Vautrin Celestalis half listened to the conversation wondering what would happen if he touched one of the flowers, seeing as he was already dead. Harkon Benoir can’t hide the shock on his face, knowing Elegost to be a powerful mage indeed. "Would you be opposed if my Wizard "...he points to Zachh… "would be able to lend his wisdom and talent to find a way to destroy them?" Morrigan goes on.  "They seem to be impervious to all methods we have tried.  And it takes very little time for one who is near the flowers to be quite weakened.  Some have died, though not any in Mal'anar." Harkon Benoir: "to assist you in your efforts of course"...he adds. Lady Moon finally looks over at Harkon when he speaks directly to Elegost, her eyes meet his gaze. Elegost Silverweb: *taps his chin and thinks on it* I would appreciate the help and perhaps a new viewpoint will help. Harkon Benoir agrees with the Archmage and nods. "It is in all our best interest that any mage or wizard of Silver Hollow as well would lend a helping hand in this matter"...he states. Heliphas Firelight sat listening, he glanced over at the undead man beside him. His pacing was making him uncomfortable. Zachh Barkley ponders his mind for ancient knowledge collected over his time in this life, "Andraste's Toxin could be our solution to this matter. It's an ancient serum created by Andraste the Witch, several centuries ago. Stories tell that the witch brewed a serum to destroy foreign plantlife that invaded her precious garden. It was able to eradicate and wilt any plant it came in contact with. Although it hasn't been able to be replicated for centuries, I might be able to come up with a similar toxin, based off of Andraste's ancient recipe." Straither Ehret murmurs to herself "Trust meh, from wat Chaitai's been sayin dese flowers be deh smallest of dis place’s troubles." shaking her head silently before resting it against her knees and continuing to listen. Oralia Re'sun stares down to her lap in deep thought, so many things running through her mind but dares not to say what or who could have plagued their land. Shaking the idea out of her head, she brushed back a strand from her cheek simply as she listens.   Zachh Barkley casts a stern look upon his face, "I believe it might work enough to destroy the black flowers, but it would be a great struggle to brew. However, it is possible, and our only hope at this point." Arabella Forsyth nods at Tamar, having come up with the same idea, if it had indeed not been tried already. No specifics on the methods of eradication attempted thus far had been given, only generally inclusive statements. Her eyes widen as she turns to Giggles again. "I doubt the elves would like that idea very much, Gigs...Though the dragons might enjoy getting to do something in this realm after all these years, I suppose. Perhaps it’s best no kingdoms are destroyed, for the time being, in the process...." Even as she said it, she wondered if perhaps complete eradication of the herbal plague might only be achieved by leveling the whole kingdom with flames. They could rebuild if they had to, she supposed....but no...likely not the best solution for now. She listened curiously now to Zacch's explanation of his suggestion. That was a rather simpler solution, or at least less destructive, if it proved effective. Harkon Benoir turns his eyes to the Summer Regent. "Lady Allure...I felt it best to instruct my knights to guard the realm of Silver Hollow as well, i did not intend to overstep any boundaries, I gave specific instructions to only observe , in case some of the flowers find their way out of Mal’anar, Silver Hollow being this close, it is most likely that they will turn up here before Westenguard." Jane Fetiocci hugs her knees tighter, overhearing the King's concern for the Mists, and lifts her face resting her chin on her knees.Harkon Benoir looks to Zachh and nods. "If you will work with Elegost on this matter, I can rest more easy at night." Morrigan shrugs as she looks to the mage of Westenguard.  "The flowers are more than simple vegetation, sir," she points out.  "They suck the very lifeforce of anything that draws near." Oralia Re'sun nods to Morrigan’s words. "I would not take these flowers so lightly…someone of great power placed them there..." she responded simply. Zachh Barkley looks to Morrigan, "This is the most potent solution against the flowers, though they may suck life, a highly skilled Wizard would be able to withstand the effects long enough to dose the dreaded botany."  Harkon Benoir lifts a brow. "Someone? What if they didn’t come there by natural way, Zachh?" Oralia Re'sun looks to Harkon and squints her eyes, glancing back down to her lap simply. "Th-that is what I feel,  M'lord.." she added, almost hesitant at first. Lady Moon 's eyes scan those gathered around the table before turning slowly her gaze trailing over those outside the door, she keeps her face void of expression and briefly rests her eyes on Jane, her face not giving away what she's feeling inside, she quickly looks away and back down at her husband giving his shoulders another squeeze.  Redthorn Kutenai thinks back to when Oralia told him about a rumor floating around Mal'anar saying who may have . Morrigan nods.  "Be that as it may, sir, I doubt they can be dealt with as if they are some sort of weed.  They are far more vile." Jane Fetiocci's olive eyes briefly meet Moon's emerald eyes then lower.  Harkon Benoir narrows his eyes at Morrigan and Oralia. "What enemy do you have that you’re not talking about? If these flowers have no natural origin, then only Mal’anar could be at risk." Straither Ehret looks to Arix to study and gu age her expression.  Harkon Benoir shifts his gaze to Moon, telling her quietly with his stare, he will be questioning her on the matter and she better tell him all there is to know.   Arixian Diesel keeps her eyes focused intently in the small room, jaw set like granite as she scans through each of the members around the table. Allure Vultee reaches us and grabs an orb flying past her, popping it in her mouth, she chews as she speaks. "I thank you on behalf of the entire Hollows, your Majesty." She gulps and continues to talk. "Buttercups are poison until they are dried. Perhaps if we deprive them of water?" She shrugs her shoulders at her own suggestion as everyone else is talking of powerful wizards. Morrigan gives the king a look.  "You misunderstand, Harkon," she answers,  "they have appeared in other realms; there is no reason to think Mal'anar is the specific target.  Minya Oralia refers, I think, to a more general evil." Oralia Re'sun closes her eyes simply as she listens to the words said. "All that I am saying is that they didn't just sprout from nowhere…it is possible that they were placed there by an enemy…and  could be spreading it." she parted her eyes slightly, staring down to the table. "But my assumption is that they are starting with Mal'anar then could possibly spread from there." she looked to Morrigan as she spoke.   Kazuma Snowfall leaned in close to the Minya again to whisper.  Harkon Benoir blinks , then a slight smile comes to his lips....Lady Allure is right, come to think of it...he is just not sure if the flowers they are dealing with are needing any water.  Riluth Spires clears his throat "We could burn them? Everything burns with enough effort." he says with a blink. Harkon Benoir nods slowly in thought. "Very true, maybe we all are thinking too complicated." Arixian Diesel grunts softly, wings flexing in the small room. Rolling a rounded shoulder, she looked toward the door as if contemplating leaving.  Lady Moon feels Harkon’s eyes on her and she looks up meeting his gaze, she looks questioningly at him seeing something in his eyes, she bites her lower lip wondering what it is.  Jane Fetiocci shakes her head, lowering her legs to stretch them and leans slightly toward the elf to her right, "What good will it do to destroy these flowers," she whispers,"if whoever put them there shall continue? The realms should seek out those responsible or these things will continue to sprout..." her whisper trails.   Asaekai Lunasea's brows draw together as she tries to track all the varied options being passed about. Some elaborate recreations of ancient potions, others as simple attacking with elements of fire or deprived water. She nods without realizing it, agreeing with Harkon's spoken words.  Tamar Luminos glances over to Jonwynn for a moment before turning to speak quietly to the man behind her, "So, you're a mage...what are your thoughts on this rather interesting situation?" She looked up to the man standing to her right, trying to place him. Zachh Barkley comes to a sudden realization, "Roots!" He shouts. "Every plant, magical or not, has roots. Every flower that's bloomed into Valahari must be rooted to a central source. If we could find that and sever the core plant, the flowers would simply wilt and vanish." Zachh Barkley: Being of dark magic, the source of that darkness need be found, and then destroyed." Kazuma Snowfall: "Ve il loe coumin eve 'dar tole?" he said close to the Minya's ear.  Harkon Benoir looks up at Zachh, renewed hope in his eyes...he looks at both Zachh and Elegost.   Jonwynn (Harlequin) can't help it. He leans in. "Either that, or they were all individually seeded or magically placed through small portals... there is absolutely no reason to believe they're all rooted to the same source..."He likely shouldn't speak but he can't help it. "Except for wild speculation?" Tai Clawtooth leans to the woman on her left and whispers, "I agree, but they should eradicate the plants as well as hunt down whomever or whatever brought them to Mal'anar. "   Harkon Benoir: "Is there a way you two can find that source?" Oralia Re'sun glances to those around the table, speaking of possibly burning the flowers; hopefully, that wouldn't be like adding fuel to the fire, literally. Tilting her head as she heard Kahz's whisper, she responds in a low voice. "Se'sha te en waie'te aya…lil envy…" then looked back to the others. Elegost Silverweb: *nods* It might be possible, if nothing else it is worth investigating. Morrigan looks around the room.  "Burning has been tried.  They simply sprout again," she says as she looks to Zachh. "Perhaps they are not physically rooted to one source and yet perhaps they have only one." Vautrin Celestalis listens....thinking maybe he should have tried to collect some of these flowers in a jar or something, it seemed if the process didn't "kill" him they may be very , very valuable.   Arixian Diesel had heard and seen enough. Standing to her full height, she grumbles quietly as her wings flicker with a static-like lightning flickering between the snowy pinions. Her pale eyes would look troubled about more than simply flowers as she moves toward the door to get some air. Straither Ehret gets up almost immediately after Arix before she follows her out.  Heliphas Firelight listens, whatever the decision was , he would be ready to defend Mal’anar, his new home, to the death.  Kazuma Snowfall nodded to the Minya and settled back behind the Tari. He caught a sudden movement in the other room and saw the flash of wings. Arix. He needed to speak with her about his sword.  Jane Fetiocci looks to the elf and nods in agreement. She leans back resting her head upon the wall closing her eyes briefly, and sees Moon. She opens her eyes, frowning, and looks toward the door. She leans forward murmuring to Giggles, "I need some air and will return" and clamors to her feet, and crosses as quickly as she can to the door. Jonwynn (Harlequin) just puts his face in his hands as everyone latches onto the root idea, making a small pained noise in his throat.  Giggles Hoxley looks around, noticing that people are leaving at a pace as if the building was going to collapse. "I need some air too" he says to nobody in particular, jabbing his finger into the middle of the pie one last time and sucking it as he leaves onto one of the balconies.   Allure Vultee sticks her fingers in her ears. The voices again! "La la la la la la la la..." She attempts to ignore them and follow the conversation. "If it is someone planting them, an enemy, then who would you suspect? Nature produces a great many things that can be dangerous to some and edible to others. Balance. La la la la la la la..." The voices drown out her own and she begins to shake her head with her fingers still stuck in her ears. "We may just need to find a creature who can graze on them." Oralia Re'sun sighs some. "Perhaps to not dismay the people of the lands we should discuss this in a more private session...could start an uproar of panics…" Vautrin Celestalis 's iron mask was becoming uncomfortable, he dare not remove it in the present company for the reaction it would cause. He looked around the room...why was there such little representation from Unra'eth here tonight? he thought to himself. Harkon Benoir clears his throat again and takes a sip of water before he speaks. "I know we won’t find a solution to this tonight, but I felt it vital though to inform all of you of a potential danger to the rest of the realm, but nevertheless the elves need our help and we are willing to offer it ,if they so wish." Kazuma Snowfall arched an eyebrow as he looked at Allure—strange beasts they would have to be, and powerful to graze on these plants and not feel the effects of death.  Asaekai Lunasea frowns at the sudden departure of so many, but her expression is replaced by one of shock as the Summer Regent as she tries to...well, Asaekai isn't sure at first exactly what Allure is trying to do, but the other fae's voice does manage to cut across so much other chatter. Jonwynn (Harlequin) actually stands up and simply walks in. "That would be foolish. Most creatures, like beetles in the forest that eat poisonous plants, end up toxic as well. So you would be installing a new, magical, poisonous creature into the surroundings... I fear it would end possibly worse than it started." Kazuma Snowfall watched Jon step forward and listened. He had to agree—the magic theory was sound.  Harkon Benoir lifts his gaze to Jonwynn. "Please do come and have a seat, Sir Jonwynn, all are welcome to have ideas in this matter."   Arabella Forsyth crawls over to the recently vacated cushions, placing herself closer to the discussion and the familiar face across the room. Her gaze snaps towards Jonwynn as he rises from his post by the door and points out the foolishness of the most recently proposed option. Well, he was brave, at least, though foolish to point out so directly that any of the powerful people present within might be foolish. Not that she disagreed, but subtlety and diplomacy were more her talent than potentially rude directness. She still had to admire his gall though. Oralia Re'sun looks to Harkon. "I believe it is best that we further discuss this matter, between both the  Westenguard Army and the Elven Army," she suggested, not wanting to linger too much on this, being that there were possibly other things to discuss.  Harkon Benoir can’t follow Oralia quite yet with her statement: he gives her a puzzled look.   Jonwynn (Harlequin): "I fear, Sir, I have little to add positive, and my thoughts would be impolitic. I just did not wish to see either the fae or the elves act rashly and doom us all. I like not dying." He smiles politely and bows.   Asaekai Lunasea's nose wrinkles slightly hearing a title before Jonwynn's name - it just doesn't fit to the fae's ears - but she quickly pushes the thought aside. Hardly an important matter in the midst of all this. Violet eyes move over all of the important leaders of the realm as their ideas range all across the spectrum with no real plan forming between them all. Feeling a bit apprehensive, she focuses on the back of the Regent sitting just in front of her. Oralia Re'sun would sweat drops at Harkon's puzzled expression at her, but continues. "Is this what we will discuss for the rest of the meeting? I am sure there are other things at hand..." Kazuma Snowfall frowned and spoke up, "Elves and Fae are not the ones who have tendencies toward irrationality." Tai Clawtooth rubs her eye in silence. Stands and makes her way quietly out of the room, for her presence was no longer called for it seemed.  Vautrin Celestalis looks around clenching his jaw, his eyes fall on the blond sitting on the floor in front of him. A sly grin forms on his face as his eyes travel over her from behind. Harkon Benoir nods with a strained smile. "Nor I, Sir Jonwynn, but sometimes we must hold faith , we have the most talented mages not to mention other gifted people to handle this situation...it is brought out on the open now and the elves have only to ask for help and they shall receive it." Morrigan casts  a scowl on her guard.  "This is not the place for such talk, cousin," she says, her tone soft but firm, speaking also to the one called Jonwynn.  Jonwynn (Harlequin) simply bows his head and steps back outside.  Allure Vultee removes her fingers from her ears no longer hearing the voices.  “This is getting absolutely nowhere." She stands up from the pillow with her hands on her hips. "First, we must determine if it is an enemy, then we must react to that. If it is not an enemy, then we have another problem on our hands altogether. Until we figure out this one importatant thing, we are simply talking in circles and wasting our time." Her nostrils flare as she takes a deep breath. Tamar Luminos sat, watching as Jonwynn moved into the room, her expression unreadable. She looked back at the drow behind her and smiled, "I believe I'm going to take my leave as well. I've learned what I came here to learn." She caught Arabella's eye and mouthed the word 'tavern' as she stood with a lithe movement, brushing herself off and stretching briefly before striding quietly to the door. Oralia Re'sun looks to Morrigan and then up to the man who spoke out to them.  Elegost Silverweb: *stands slowly to excuse himself* If you all will pardon me, I must return to the tower.  Riluth Spires looks over towards the man and frowns, but doesn't speak up as that would distract from the meeting itself.   Kazuma Snowfall continued to stare at the *cousin* but odded to the Tari. "Amin hiraetha." Harkon Benoir inclines his head to the Archmage, "Good eve to you, Elegost, thank you for coming." Arabella Forsyth chuckles under her breath at the male elf's retort about irrationality. Maybe things would get even more amusing after all, she thought, waiting for the others' reactions before Tamar's movements and silent word distract her momentarily. Lady Moon looks at her husband, a slight frown on her face but nods to him wondering if she should stay. Oralia Re'sun nods to Elegost. “Safe paths," she replied and looks to Kahz. Elegost Silverweb leans in to whisper to Moon* Remain and keep an eye on the Tari and let me know what was discussed later. Lady Moon nods to him, not really wanting to remain without him but does as she is asked. “Very well,"  she says softly. Arabella Forsyth rises wordlessly, giving those closest to her small nods in leave-taking and making her way towards the heavy door, deciding she might as well go meet Tamar and talk about what they'd heard tonight...and some additional matters.  Asaekai Lunasea looks troubled as the Summer Regent's words - the hostess of this meeting - are drowned out. Her wings flick out to either side behind her and she moves as though she may stand as well, clearing her throat loudly and looking pointedly at Allure. She was right. Kazuma Snowfall stood and looked at Moon. He touched her shoulder and spoke softly to her. "Please, cousin, sit. And once we're finished, we will see you safely home." Harkon Benoir sighs deeply. "I think we have said all there was to say in this meeting," he looks around to see if they agree...he turns to the Summer Regent again. "Unless there is something that you need to add, my reason for calling this meeting was to inform and warn, mainly to offer the help of Westenguard and hoping Silver Hollow will extend the same offer."   Riluth Spires peeks an eyebrow at Allure’s words "Is there a way to... I don't know much of magic, but to use the plants to track it to a source? Some evil wizard or beast, I am sure." he says with a blink "If so, perhaps our wizards should try that?"   Morrigan nods in agreement, looking to Kahz with a nod, preparing to depart.  Lady Moon looks over at her cousin, a soft smile on her face as he speaks and places a hand on her shoulder, she takes a deep breath and nods.  Allure Vultee nods. "Silver Hollow will do its part to keep the entire realm safe. We just ask that we are updated on any information about the flowers." She turns and walks out, her nerves on edge. Oralia Re'sun lets out a sigh simply and glances to Harkon as he spoke and nods to his ending of the meeting. “If anyone wishes to further study these flowers, please arrive to the Mal'anar gates…they are not easy to miss," she added. Redthorn Kutenai grows tired and is glad that this meeting served the purpose King Harkon held it for and he was even happier that it was coming to a close, due to the fact that he was about to fall alseep and could barely keep up anymore as he fought to keep his eyes open. Asaekai Lunasea flicks her wings out behind her, rising as her Regent does although she does not follow.  Harkon Benoir inclines his head to Allure. "I am sure the elves will keep us all posted"...he says, looking to Oralia and Morrigan.  Harkon Benoir then gets up as well and pulls Tessy along.  Jonwynn (Harlequin) watches Allure simply walk out as she does, blinking and snorting, head down and shaking with silent laughter.  Oralia Re'sun inclines her head to Harkon. "Thank you, M'lord, for having us…and M'lady Tess." she responded and stood up.  Morrigan nods as she rises.  "Of course." >  Next