Myth scratched his chin lightly when Cerdiwyn brought up the meeting and nodded his head in agreement. "Ypu are right.. there are more important things for me to attend to. This entire situation vexes me greatly but duty dictates I put it off for now."

His eyes shifted to Tanjee and he could tell be her posture she was not handling this well. The inner turmoil showed in her eyes and Myth thought briefly of his own siblings before shaking his head. "Tanjee we will do everything we can to dig up the truth of things. Sadly exposing your brother is an unfortunate step we must take. The sooner we act the less damage he will do to both his honor and your own."

He walked up to the young elf and placed a hand on her shoulder giving a light squeeze. "I need you to think about something though while I am away seeing me father. I see a lot of things happening that haunt me greatly. There are things Aeolis is doing that I remember doing back before I chose to leave Sylvanost. Dark were my thoughts and darker still were the actions I was considering. One reason I chose to leave was because I did not wish to act on those thoughts. Aeolis is not so strong willed I think."

He took his arm from Tanjee's shoulder and walked to Rayann calling back. "I want you to think on whether Aeolis has had any female companionship that seemed... out of place. Think long and think hard on this for me." With a heavy sigh Myth began walking towards the city and past the saluting guards. His mind once more dipped heavily into his past.

Tanjee was grateful for Myth’s words. It still didn’t make her feel any better knowing her brother was doing something that went totally against the code of honor he had sworn to uphold back when he became a Home Guard. But at least someone understood why she was a bit more unsettled than the others at Aeolis’ actions.

The request Myth made of her didn’t make any sense, but she would do as he asked. What else was she supposed to do? Her brother’s very life could depend on it. As Myth and Rayann started walking away, Tanjee stayed behind with Kwinn and gave the ranger a sad smile.

”Sort of makes it sound like all women are the down fall of all good men, does it not?”

With a deep sigh, Tanjee glanced around their surroundings then towards the city then back to Kwinn.

”I really do not feel like going back into the city just yet. Would you stay out here with me for a little while? I need to clear my head and I find slipping away from the city proper is the best way for me to do that.”

Rayann looked to Tanjee as Myth spoke to her. The turmoil the Elf was feeling was rather evident, even if one couldn’t feel it the way Rayann could. She felt bad for the healer and it dawne don her that Tanjee was more or less in the same boat as she was. Her brother was betraying her for reasons only the men themselves could say. It was a fine line they walked. Love for the brother or love for the people. While that seemed like an easy decision, but hat wasn’t the case.

Seeing the way Tanjee looked to Kwinn, Rayann glanced at Kwinn and saw there was a great deal going on between the two than perhaps even they realized. With a smile to both and a small nod, Rayann turned to join Myth as he walked back into the city.

The pieces of Myth’s past seemed to flash before Rayann’s eyes once more as though she were watching it play out in a theater. It was obvious Myth was troubled by the meeting that was going to take place between himself and his family, particularly his father. Rayann could understand he must feel for when ever she had to meet with her own father, she felt as though the weight o the world were on her shoulders. She could only imagine how Myth felt being a male child.

As they moved back into the city, Rayann finally reached out with her mind. She didn’t say anything but it was like feeling as they had shared many times between the two of them, when they were alone and the outside world couldn’t invade in on them. It was calmness. It was serenity. It was….love. Rayann glanced up at Myth and offered him a small smile before looking back towards where they were walking. No matter what, she would be there for Myth.

But something Myth had mentioned about Aeolis’ female companionship gnawed at Rayann. Thinking back to when Rayann encountered Kali disguised as Nim’Sul’s apprentice, Rayann….felt….something from the strange, haughty Elf. It had to do with the fact that it was Kali in disguise, yes, but there was something else to it. Knowing how efficient Kali was and how manipulative Rorie had trained her to be, Rayann had a hunch to follow and it simply wouldn’t go away. Finally Rayann spoke up.

~I’ll join you in a minute. There’s something I want to see first. I won’t be long.~

Seeing the look on Myth’s face she gave him a bright smile.

~I won’t start any trouble. Promise.~

Walking towards Nim’Sul’s fallen tower and the dust that was left of it, Rayann knelt down and her hand hover over the dust and dirt. Kwinn was right. It practically hummed with power. Pulling out a satchel from her robe, Rayann gathered up as much of the dust as she could then pinched the top of the satchel closed before tucking the satchel back into the hidden pocket of her robe. Standing she looked around then and walked towards what appeared to be the soldier’s quarters then stopped. If they saw her coming towards their personal quarters, they would stop her. Time for a little deception and some detective work.

Walking around until she found a place where she could watch, unseen, Rayann waited for one of the guards to exit and walk towards her. As he walked towards her on his way to his post, she observed everything about him. When he passed by, Rayann turned so he couldn’t se her and in the next instant, she stepped out from where she was and started walking towards the building.

But it wasn’t Rayann. Or at least how she really looked. She was the perfect replica of the guard that had just left which made it easy for her to walk past all the others who were there and into the building. Putting “feelers” out for what she was looking for, she let them guide her to one room in particular. Standing before the door, she looked both ways to make sure no one was about to see her then tried the door. It was locked, of course. But that wasn’t going to deter her. Looking around again, Rayann dropped the illusion spell and cast another one that made her able to pass through the door as though she were a ghost. When she solidified on the other side, she looked around.

The place was rather neat and orderly. Of course she expected nothing different. Rayann was in the right room, of that she had no doubt, what she was having trouble with was locating where she was getting the negative vibrations from. As she slowly moved about the room she lifted her hand to hold out ahead of her. Furrowing her brows, she felt the vibrations growing less intense so she moved to the opposite side of the room. The vibrations were growing stronger and seemed to be strongest coming from what appeared to be some sort of sparring staff.

The shaft was worn smooth from years of using it and it had quite a few nicks and scrapes on it as well, but over all, it was still in fine shape. No doubt the owner took special pride in the staff for some reason. As Rayann’s hand grew closer to the staff, the negative energy she felt coming from the staff was so strong she could practically feel it try to reach out and touch her.

Knowing it might not be the best thing to do right now, after all that had happened, Rayann reached out and took the staff in her hand and immediately sucked in her breath. She knew this magic! And she could feel the heart beat of the one who wielded it.

Releasing the staff as though it had burned her, Rayann took a few steps back and tried to regain the breath that rushed from her lungs as she realized who had been feeding Aeolis such poisonous thoughts.

Her own daughter, twisted and tainted by the hatred of her uncle, Rayann’s brother Rorie, had turned Aeolis into a puppet and was using him to continue doing more harm to the people of Sylvanost.

Shulamite sat, the Staff of Winds beside her like a trophy that a child had just won and wouldn’t let out of their sight. She held her spellbook on her lap and studied the magic within. Even a direct consort of the Queen had to study, it was the toil to which all Wizards dedicated their lives, the pursuit of the Art. She whispered the words to herself, over and over, memorizing the incantations… suddenly she felt something hit her like lightening. Her brow furrowed in anger and she stood up, grabbing her staff and running to her quarters within Rorie’s domicile.

She flung the door open and knocked back the drapery that contained the sparring staff. It was the replica of the one in Aeolis’ room, the one she was using to communicate and manipulate his mind. She clenched her teeth tightly as she starred at it. There was a presence in the room, one that was not Aeolis. Suddenly the staff flashed brightly and shuttered as it recoiled back and a purple haze enveloped it, sending a shockwave back to whomever had made contact.

“DAMN IT!” She spun and grabbed her scrolls, flicking through them hastily. She needed to reinforce the spell, strengthen it and put more power into the object on the other side. It was no mystery who had touched the weapon on the other side of the connection, Rayann. Finding the scroll Shulamite studied the magic again. It was a complex spell, almost out of her league, almost. She knew that being discovered early was going to create complications, if she had had time to get the scrying stones in place it would have been easy to look into Aeolis’ room and see what the white mage was up to, but for now, she had to work on reworking the magic within the staff.

She stood from her desk and brought up her hands, releasing a fine dust into the air. As she chanted the magic flowed through her and clung to the staff on her end of the connection, pulsing with power and sending the dark energy to the staff in Aeolis’ room. If Rayann was still there the staff she had just touched would begin to look as if shadow were flowing over it like water, and an incredibly high amount of magic movement would be occurring in the room as it sucked itself against the staff.

Rayann watched the shadow flow over the staff as though it were suddenly bleeding the blackness. Feeling the draw of magic towards the staff, Rayann furrowed her brows. She had to stop Kali from doing any more harm. Enough was enough. If it was magic that was needed to draw from, then Rayann would give some magic that would certainly make sure it had all it could handle…and then some.

Holding her hands out in the exact same way Klai was, Rayann’s lips moved but no words were heard, audibly, from her lips as she began casting her own spell. The staff began to levitate and soon became wrapped in a field of positive energy that seemed to crackle as Rayann drew much more energy for the spell than was necessary.

Her lavender eyes glowed softly as she felt the current of magic flow through her very being as she called upon the Gods to grant her the ability to cast this spell and keep it held in place as she stood in Aeolis’ room and combated an enemy she couldn’t see but could feel as the heartbeat reverberated within her again.

As Rayann stood holding the staff within the protective shield, her anger at Rorie began to grow. How could he do this to her? Did he think her so callus as to purposely separate them in such a way that it would cause him to lose his magic? He went far beyond hurting Rayann when he stole her and Myth’s daughter from them to taint her mind and heart against her own parents. That was blasphemy towards any of the Gods to manipulate the time continuum like that for his own gain!

Rayann didn’t know it but as she stood there her mind kept repeating one thing, My daughter, not yours. My daughter, not yours. My daughter, not yours. It was the basis of her anger at Rorie and with each short repeated thought her laced the words with a piercing pain s the hurt and anger she was feeling began to manifest itself.

Shulamite instantly felt the counter measures, and whispered the spells final incantation. She was blind to what was going on, but she was aware that there was something hindering the magic from taking hold of the staff. She grit her teeth and reached out, grabbing the staff on her side of the equation. She closed her eyes and began to hiss the spidery words of magic again, weaving the magic around her and sending it into the staff in her hands. The magic build up was happening rapidly, even to the point that Rayann might be able to feel it, and at just that moment, an explosion of sulphur and fire exploded from the staff in Aeolis’ room. The spell of protection Rayann placed around the staff would hold, but the whole room would shutter from the blast like a minor earthquake had hit a very tiny, specific area.

Shulamite opened her eyes, she could feel the spell containing the staff on the other end was still in place and she cursed. “Very well pretty white thing, if you wish to play this game…” She reached into her robes and removed reagents from within. They smelled like lilac and jasmine as she released them into the air, and began to hiss the language of magic again. She began to draw the ambient magic to her, and as the reagents sparkled to life Rayann would be able to feel an incredible build up of power being channeled into the staff in front of her, it was not clear what Shulamite was doing on the other end of this connection, but whatever it was had the potential to be extremely horrific.

As the staff exploded within the protective bubble Rayann had around the staff, she still felt the shuddering all around her and nearly lost her balance but she was so focused in on making sure the negative energy she felt from the other end remained contained that she refused to let anything break her concentration.

As Rayann began to feel the build up of energy from the other side of this tug of war, she knew what ever was getting ready to come this time would be much more powerful than that had previously come. Her daughter was not one to be bested by anyone and Rayann knew her quick temper and clouded judgment wouldn’t allow her to see she was leaving herself open for what Rayann was about to do.

Now that Rayann knew who was on the other side of this confrontation and had opened the channel, Rayann cast two powerful spells back to back. Dropping the protection spell around the staff, she quickly cast an energy bolt towards the staff while she cast a spell that would send the staff to the other side of the open channel by banishing the staff to where Kali was. The bolt would precede staff and as quickly as the bolt came through the staff would soon follow like a high powered projectile.

Rayann hoped and prayed her daughter would not suffer from what she was doing. The last thing she wanted to do was harm Kali in any way but she couldn't allow the child to remain in this city after all she had already done to cause such pain. It was time for healing and in order for that to happen, Kali would have to be removed from the area entirely.

As soon as the staff disappeared Rayann cast one more spell as quickly as she could to dispel the open channel on the end she occupied. The last thing she needed, right now, was for Kali to make it through the open channel and cause these people any more trouble. As it was right now she had already overstepped her boundaries as far as being in a place where she didn’t belong without being invited, but she really didn’t expect to find anything quite like this.

Shulamite was seconds away from casting the powerful explosion when the air around her crackled with light, she lost her concentration and the spell failed, sending the hot reagents flitting to the ground while a blast of magic came through the staff and smashed into her like a falling tree. She had not expected any push back like this, and was not prepared in the least. The spell hit her square in the chest and knocked her back against her bedpost, then the staff from Aeolis’ room came rocketing at her followed by a second energy bolt spell. If it had not been for the natural momentum of gravity pulling her downward the staff or the spell would have severed her head from her body. Her bed post shattered as the staff exploded through it, and then the bedpost behind it out was taken out by the spell that came following behind it. The dark canopy over her bed shuttered and came down, striking her on the top head and she fell to the floor with a heavy thud.

The last thing she remembered in the haze before the blackness of unconsciousness took her was the involuntary scream she let out, a scream that Rayann would most definitely have heard right before the magical connection between the two staves was closed.

The scream that Rayann heard tore through her heart like a jagged, rusty knife blade. Rayann’s eyes blinked and she reached out towards the place the open channel had been and she cried out to the voice on the other end, both mentally and verbally.

”KALI!”

Nothing but silence filled the room now along with the heavy smell of sulfur and ozone from the magic that had been wielded. All too soon Rayann heard the sound of heavy boots running down the hall and pounding on the door. Just before the door was busted open, Rayann blinked herself out of Aeolis’ room and into the place Myth and she had shared the night they arrived.

So shaken by the events that took place, Rayann was beside herself with worry. A sickening feeling in the pit of her stomach grabbed a hold of her and wouldn’t let go. And her head hurt very bad as though someone had struck her with something rather heavy. In fact, it hurt so badly her vision was distorted.

Holding her hands on top of her head and pressing down to try and make the pain go away, Rayann paced the floor in the quarters and prayed her daughter was OK. She hadn’t meant to make the spells that powerful. All she was trying to do was make sure Kali understood she couldn’t always have her way in everything she was involved in.

Myth was going to be angry with her when he found out what she’s done. There was no way to sugar coat it either. What was she going to tell him? Hi honey, good to see you before you go meet your father. Oh, by the way, I think I killed our daughter.

Rayann stopped pacing then and buried her face in her hands as true fear gripped her. Please….please don’t let their daughter be dead. Please, by all that was holy, let her live. Don’t take our daughter away from us now. Not when we just found her. Please….

Shulamite felt the soft cold of a damp cloth on her head. She blinked her eyes just barely and even that small amount of movement caused the pain in her forehead to rocket through her brain and down her spine. She grit her teeth and moaned. There was a soft touch on her shoulder and then the deep soft voice of her Mentor.

“Uncle…” He brushed her cheek with his finger and spoke in a whisper, “It’s alright Shulamite, the damage is more superficial than internal, with time you will heal. I felt the magic and came, but by the time I arrived in your room the portal to Silvanost had been sealed.” Shulamite nodded gently, feeling the stiffness in her neck as she did and spoke softly. “Yes, Rayann discovered the link, I don’t know how.” “I have told you she is not to be underestimated, she is a powerful Wizard, and if you are to have your revenge against her you need to be calculating and ready. She has a powerful knowledge of magic, and as strong as you are she is much more experienced.”

Shulamite nodded gently and raised her hand, touching the back of her uncle’s hand. A slight smile crossed her face and Rorie couldn’t help be smile as he looked down at his niece. “You did well Shulamite, and don’t worry, we have other measures still in place around Silvanost. Aeolis is not the only one we targeted.” “But he was the only one left I had connection with.” “I know Shul, but worry not, when we unleash the final blow you will be there with me. You are strong, and you will heal quickly.”

She nodded gently and spoke, there was venom in her voice again, “I will be ready next time uncle, I will not give Rayann the chance to kill me like she killed my mother.”

Rorie smiled as he looked down at her, “I know you won’t dear, I know you won't.”

Ceridwyn had felt the incredible pull of magic, it lasted only seconds, but she knew something was wrong. The magic had such intensity there were few in the whole of Silvanesti that could have been the source, but when she felt the darkness laced within it she grit her teeth and blinked herself to the military quarters where she had felt the magic originate. She looked around, hearing guards rushing down the hall she moved quickly and could feel the magic intensifying. Turning the corner she saw the guards rushing towards what she knew was Aeolis’ domicile and then felt the magic signature of a wizard teleporting out of the area. She blinked in front of the door and spoke to the guards; her voice was full of authority, “HAULT!”

The guards slid to a stop and the captain looked at her, “You must move out of the way Ma’am, we need to investigate the noises we heard within! We are under strict orders to not allow anyone into General Aeolis’ room! Now move!” Ceridwyn’s brow furrowed as the four guards began advancing again in a rather aggressive motion, but a small mischievous smile suddenly appeared. She waved her hand in a wide sweeping arc across the space between the guards and herself, releasing sparkling sand into the air as she hissed the spidery words of magic. The four guards slumped over instantly, hitting the ground with a crashing sound as their armor clanged against one another, victims of her sleep spell. Their weapons hit the ground with a clatter and Ceridwyn picked them up. She placed them a small distance away and removed more reagents from her robes, releasing them into the air and hissing the ancient words she knew so well. A sticky web like substance sprung from the floor and wrapped itself around the weapons, gluing them securely to the floor. She looked around, her instincts tingling with warning. Something was horribly out of sorts and she was determined to figure out what was happening.

She moved herself back in front of Aeolis’ door and brought up her hand, touching it gently to the wood. She could feel the darkness lingering from within, but the signature was fading quickly. She bit her lip and looked around. There was no one in the hall way and she blinked herself into the room. Immediately she could feel the dark magic that had been in the room. She could also feel the magic of good that had recently been cast, both signatures were fading quickly and she had to act fast. She began to cast detect magic to deduce where the magic originating from. An area to her right glowed a bright blue color and she walked over, reaching out her hand and casting again, detect evil. The area intensified with a purple hue and she furrowed her brow. Looking down she could see a stand on the floor, a stand where a weapon could be stored, but it was empty. Shaking her head gently she looked around, what in the Abyss happened in here? Nothing was making sense and time was not on her side as the river of magic was correcting itself every second. She turned and cast trace into the corner of the room and a haze formed, clearing slowly as it revealed a room, decorated in blacks and reds, an Elven quarterstaff stood on end beside the bed. She furrowed her brow again as she studied the weapon, it was most certainly of Silvanesti design, but she wasn’t around town enough to know who might wield this particular weapon. She looked down at the stand and then back into the spell’s haze. The same stand was on the floor in the room.

She gasped slightly and things suddenly were becoming clearer. Something, or someone, was channeling dark energy in a mimic spell, moving magic from one replicated object to the original. She had never even heard of this sort of thing being used for more than scrying, but the magic was far too intense to simply see what was happening in the room, something deeper was being done. Ceridwyn was concentrating deeply, staring into the corner and focusing on how to unwrap this mystery. Her focus was so intense that she never heard the key enter the lock of the door across the room behind her.

”Find what you are looking for, Wizard?”

The cool tone of the male voice behind Ceridwyn was laced with agitation. When Ceridwyn turned around she would see Aeolis standing behind her. His eyes narrowed and he glanced behind him at the sleeping guards then back to her with a quirked brow as he closed the door behind him and locked it.

”To what do I owe the pleasure of your unannounced and uninvited visit? I do hope putting my men to sleep was well worth the effort. If you wished for them not to hear us within, I could have arranged a meeting at a less….populated moment.”

Aeolis’ hawkish eyes moved around the room as he walked slowly towards Ceridwyn. He could feel the magic that still lingered within the room and he knew something happened in here, but what, he wasn’t sure. Finally his eyes rested on the empty stand his quarter staff usually rested and he quirked a brow again.

Turning his gaze upon Ceridwyn again, he crossed his arms before him, the gauntlets scraping softly against the chest armor he wore. His eyes bore into hers as he stood in silent contemplation for a moment. When he finally spoke, his words were practically dripping with venom.

”You do realize it is against the law to be in another’s quarters uninvited. Especially when they are not present at the time you make entry. I would hate to see anything happen to you so close on the heels of Nim’Sul’s murder. I do not think the people could handle another member of their coveted Sorcery Council falling victim to unfortunate circumstances.”

Ceridwyn heard the voice and she suddenly came to grips with the fact that technically she was guilty of breaking and entering, not so much the breaking, but most certainly the entering. She turned and looked at Aeolis and despite her small size she managed to look very intimidating. Ceridwyn was an anomaly among the Elves, she was smaller, more a runt, than the average female, but there was something about the look she portrayed. She was street smart and wise about the way the real world worked having been raised outside the safe walls of the castle. Her face echoed her education of growing up poor, and she narrowed her gaze on Aeolis, not feeling panic-stricken in the least about being caught within his domicile.

“Well, General Aeolis. I don’t think it is necessary for me to point out that you hold no authority over me or the Order of Wizards, and as such your threats are empty. Secondly, your men are unconscious purely as a defensive measure; I don’t think you are stupid enough to begin to believe Solinari would even allow me to cast a spell done in aggression or anger. Third, if you think that locking the door is in any way going to frighten or make me feel uneasy, you are sorely, SORELY mistaken. Fourth, and finally I might add, if you are threatening me thinking it will cause some sort of discomfort or to rattle my nerves let me remind you that though this is your room you are at an amazing disadvantage.”

There was a look of seriousness on her face, again, despite her tiny size she wasn’t showing any signs of nervousness or fear, she had her magic to protect her, and protect herself she could in a mili-instant.

“To answer your question Aeolis, I have not found what I am looking for, but then again my investigation is not complete. I am here to discover the root of dark magic that has penetrated the very heart of Silvanost, and as you can see, there is a deep concentration of that magic in your room.”

She moved and pointed to the corner, the deep glowing hue of blue and purple intermixed creating an eerie haze of color. She was sure Aeolis would know the look of a detect magic and detect evil spell, but just to remind him she spoke, “Blue indicates magic, purple indicates evil, but I am certain you already know that. One might begin to speculate exactly why there are traces of dark magic in a high ranking Silvanesti Elves domicile, Aeolis. Practicing dark arts or pursuing evil gods is strictly forbidden in the Silvanesti laws, but again, being a guard of such prominence you probably already know that as well.” Her last statement was clearly sarcastic and biting.

She narrowed her gaze on his; surely Aeolis would realize that he was in a much deeper quagmire for those charges than she was for being in his home. She looked up at him and spoke with authority in her voice, “Perhaps instead of threatening to terminate my life sighting that Nim’Sul’s was also recently taken, you would like an opportunity to explain to me why there are such strong signatures of dark magic in your room before I bring this matter to the Speaker of the Stars?” The threat was clear, she was beginning to tie HIM to the death of Nim’Sul, everyone knew it wasn’t Aeolis who did it, but if he could be associated as an accomplice to the dark wizard that did kill the top adviser to all of Silvanesti it would prove very detrimental to his career plans.

Aeolis smirked slightly as he listened to Ceridwyn talk. There was something about that look that said much more than words ever could. He knew she was a wielder of powerful magic but he didn’t seem concerned about it. In fact, he seemed to taunt her with the fact.

”I did not threaten your life, Ceridwyn. I merely made mention of certain things. And as for the use of dark magic, I honestly do not know what you mean. I can clearly see the signature that indicates it was here, but I can also assure you I was in no way practicing with the dark arts. It would be most foolish of me to even think of doing such a thing.”

Uncrossing his arms, he turned slightly and held his hands out, palms up and open as a sign of neutrality. There was something about his words that Ceridwyn would know he was speaking the truth. He was in no way trying to hide anything.

”I have nothing to hide from the Speaker so if you want to have an audience with him, by all means, I welcome the opportunity. As you say, I am well versed in what is and is not legal and illegal in our city. Just as you are. I think it would be a double edged sword we played with if we both went down that route. But let us stop playing games here, Mage.”

Placing his hands on his hips, he narrowed his gaze at her once more.

”Let us begin with you telling me where my quarter staff is. It was the only ting I had left of my father’s and I would very much like to have it back. Not only does it help me keep proficient in using the weapon but it has sentimental value as well.”

Myth could only nod to Rayann when she chose to take her leave. Though she promised to stay out of trouble Myth was not worried so much about her finding trouble, but trouble finding her. With each passing day the times were proving more troublesome and dangerous. With the way things had been so far Myth was thinking that this wasn't his home city but one of the fabled dark cities of the underlands with all the danger and intrigue. The mere thought of those places made his nose wrinle slightly.

A thought crossed his mind however that had some merit. Glancing around Rayann had already vanished and he shook his head with a smile. He knew just the thing to kill time and sopun on his heel heading off towards the merchant section of the city. It had been to long since he had layed eyes upon true elven craftsmanship. The night would hopefully be a special one and he had an idea of a couple items to pick up.

The range of looks Myth recieved as he wandered through town was mixture of smiles and scowles. Many were happy to see him but many could not forgive him, and then there were the ones who disapproved of his mate. To him it made little difference what anyone thought, but that had always been one of his problems. However he was never destined to rule that was his brother's path. This thought caused Myth to frown though. He had noted that several times he had been refered to as Crown Prince.

Answers would have to wait until dinner Myth told himself as he approached a very old shoppe. Tyr'lyn Curiosities was an old and ancient business well respected here in Silvenost and other elven cities. Looking at the shoppe name made Myth raise an eyebrow slightly though. Tyr'lyn Sweets and Curios. Taking in a deep breath Myth now knew the source of the pleasant but strange scents he had been smellign the whole way here. Seems the rumors of the daughter of old Try'lyn were true. She had expanded the business to other things than the families famous trinkets.

Myth turned the door handle and entered and a little bell dingled as he stepped in. The smells outside were pleasant and aluring. Inside however Myth felt his mouth begin to water slightly. Behind the counter a young red haired elven girl looked up and smiled "GReetings and welcome to Tyr'Lyn Sweets and Curios... if you need any help let me..." the girl stopped blinked a couple times and Myth clearly saw the excitement in her eyes. "Prince Myth this is most unexpected and a pleasure. Would you like a tour, need a bite to eat.." Myth held up a hand chuckling.

"Do not over excite yourself.." what was the name, he recalled it was quite human "Eva... just treat me as you would anyone else. I came to take a look at the curios." He flashed a smile "And maybe get a snack or two." Eva practically beamed with pride before bowing.

Myth could feel eyes following him and only shook his head. He could request it all he wanted but it was ingrained into the people whether he liked it or not. Eva however kept to her work disappearing from time to time into the back while Myth browsed. A necklace here a statuette there. Things were exactly as Myth remembered them. Tyr'lyn had not lost his talent in crafting, just his patience with people. One piece drew Myth to it however. It was a hair pin with a white rose attached to it. Myth picked the item up and looked at it curiously.

His attention was so focused he barely heard Eva step up in front of him. "You have quite the eye there Prince Myth. That is quite the unique piece indeed even for my father's talent. Let me show you why"

She reached out with a smile and waited for Myth to place it in her hand. She whispered a quiet word and as Myth watched the rose began to bloom and spread it petals. The core of the rose was white with lavender tips. From the looks of things it was clearly made of glass with some kind of silvery lining that Myth could not quite put his hands on but he swore it was Mythril.

Eva grinned "A special rose for that special lady. Meant only to bloom like ones love for the giver. I'm told it can be quite spectacular to behold. What you see here is but a brief glimpse because after all it was made here and we know the secrets." She grinned as the rose closed to a bud once more.

Myth nodeded and reached into his pocket to pull out his pouch and Eva held up her hand shaking her head. "A gift prince to comemorate your return home."

"Eva I couldn't ask you to gift such a fine piece of work like that.> Your father might be upset."

Eva only shook her head "Father will understand, I saw how you were drawn to this piece. That tells me there is meaning to it and purpose. This piece was meant for you to give." Without a word she retrieved a wooden box and slipped the rose pin inside before tying a lavender ribbon around it. She handed it to Myth with a smile and also a couple snacks "Have a good day Prince Myth."

With a dumb founded look Myth took the items and exited the shoppe. He was contemplating what had just happened when a strange feeling washed over him. There was a charge of magic in the air. Slipping his new items away Myth moved quickly heading in the direction of the feeling. As he drew closer the guard quarters came into sight and Myth felt the pit of his stomach drop. All he could think was Rayann had found trouble. As he drew nearer he felt a shift in the feeling as it seemed to suddenly tug in another direction. Myth stopped looking in the direction he knew his home to be.

Myth saw Aeolis pushing through the crowd heading towards the guard housing, but witht he feeling no onger tugging that way Myth ignored the elf and shifted his path towards his home. There was an urgency to his movement but Myth did his best not to make it overly obvious. He did not want to alert prying eyes and draw attention to himself. Before long Myth found himself ascending the tree to his home and Myth felt Rayann. His brow furrowed as he felt something was off.

His footsteps hastened and in a flsh he was entering the room. Emerald eyes fell upon his weeping love and he felt his heart constrict slightly. Walking up to Rayann he knelt placing his hand upon her shoulder speaking in a soothing voice. "What has happened Mel'Amin... why do you shed these tears of sorrow."