It had been several hours since the humans had gone to sleep. Elalle stared out into the night, a fairly blank expression on her face. The forest was dark, but she could see the familiar orange glow of the sun hiding just beyond the horizon. A light breeze stirred the leaves of the tree she sat in and came to dance about her. It twisted and played with her hair for a moment before skipping off deeper into the woods. With a soft sigh she swept her hair back into place and looked down to the mortals below her to see if the wind had encouraged them to move in any way.

A leaf scraped across Cybil's cheek as the wind caught it and woke her. Her stone-grey eyes opened on the forest and a small smile curved her lips because she was aware that the woods she saw, the smell of the earth and the feeling of the air was her own reality. She looked up into the tree and saw the small fae that had spoken to her the night before, she could feel the eerie tingling that normally occurred before a vision came and took over her senses. She looked around and could see the tall man from the night before who had helped her. He seemed road-weary, but reminded her of a protector. Soon the scent of the earth was overwhelmed by smoke and she knew the vision from the night before was returning, the sounds of battle crashed into her ears and she rolled onto her back, her brow creasing from the early morning onslaught of sound.

Laurence had not really moved an inch from his initial position of sleep. He was breathing deeply, his hands still underneath his head. Those would be bitterly sore upon waking up. Was he really exhausted enough to just fall asleep in that initial relaxed position? His eyes twitched a bit as the breeze picked up, making him aware of the world outside of his dreams. "...mmmn." Half open eyes would reveal an early morning in the forest. Well, that's just... did they really sleep that long? With a grunt, he shoved himself up to a seated position. Though still a bit out of it, he looked over to check on the blonde woman. She had already seemed to be awake... Or as awake as an out of it crazy lady could be. "...you okay...?" He cocked a brow and tentatively reached over to pat the top of her head. "..."

At the sound of the Duke’s voice Elalle perked up. Leaning forward she was about to fully see him and the girl below. Her wings quivered slightly in anticipation for flight. Cybil had already seemed to slip back into her trance-like state. Elalle made a slightly sour face that the Oracle was already gone once again. “Going to have to do things the hard way, aren’t we…?” she muttered to herself. Seeing that the Duke was trying to interact with the girl in his own … way, she decided to remain in the tree a little while longer, waiting until the Duke called to her. Yes, she liked it when he needed her. It was petty, but there wasn’t much she could contribute beyond her knowledge of the magical realm.

Cybil's eyes moved across the branches of the tree which bled into her vision for one last moment before that too faded into the smokey, blood red horizon that now filled her eyes. Laying on her back helped a little to disorient her away from the vision but in her mind, she was at war. "Too many shiny pieces cause too much trouble, broken, too many threads broken here.." She could feel the anger strumming in the lifelines of those that had once fought that battle. Nothing she did could alter the outcome and so she did her best to concentrate on the reality she knew to be real. The man had seemed nice, and she tried to recall his face in the vision, but she could only see a faint outline of him in her mind's eye accompanied by the sound of horse's hooves.

The slight worry that crossed him was unable to be hidden. "You know, this whole being blessed by the goddess thing is sounding more like a curse..." He picked up his vision, trying to see if he could spot Elalle nearby. She usually was, though usually at annoying moments. His eyes lit up as he spotted her up on a branch. "...So, how exactly is she going to be helpful if she can't even...?" He frowned and cast his gaze towards her again. She looked a bit at odds, and he had figured out at least that silver pieces meant either daggers or swords. And if she was mumbling about them... He begins to wonder if she's seeing the future? He WAS heading back to Serladeca to claim it....... "Is she going to be like this for forever?" He knew that his entanglement with the damned goddess was only until he did what she wanted...

The Duke had spotted her. Not that she was really hiding from him, mind you. With little effort, she pushed herself off the branch and floated to the ground. “I’m not sure,” she said in answer to his question about her state of mind. “And before we go about deciding her usefulness, lets see if we can find out her name.” Elalle fluttered her wings enough to fly her up onto Cybil’s knee, landing daintily on it. Crossing her arms, she furrowed her brow in thought as she watched the girl look at something that was not visible to the other two. “I must say…I don’t think this girl is like any Oracle I have come across before. Something is…off…”

Cybil's eyes closed, but she felt the slight pressure of something on her knee. The fervor of the battlefield increased and the coppery edge to the air meant that this battle had spilled a lot of blood. She could see flashes of silver in the smoke, and knew someone had started a fire, but this too was in her mind, she was sure. She leaned her head back a little trying to avoid the stomach turning scent of death but knew there was no escaping it. "Its there, silvery piece and copper red, can they see, its all for naught, so many lives.." Her eyes opened again, but her vision had not changed, she listened hard through the battle sounds for the singing sounds of the threads that were near her in reality. With effort she could hear them, and it soothed her..

Laurence's gaze fell on Elalle, then back to the blonde woman. "...well... maybe the goddess... didn't impart it correctly or something..." His gaze narrowed slightly as he observed the woman in a completely different world... at least one that had already or was yet to happen. "Or maybe nothing's wrong with HER... maybe... the future is just that terrible to make her this way..." Just random thoughts, nothing else. Though it did seem better for her when one of them was touching her, even with all the talk of what seemed to be... a war... "...So... Am I to assume me restoring Serladeca will not go exactly as smoothly as planned?" He laughed dryly towards Elalle. "Any thoughts? He brushed some hair out of her face and laid a hand on her forehead, not terribly skilled in the department of comfort...

“Yes, plenty,” she said matter-of-factly. “I think you’re right about the future telling aspect, but there is only one way to be sure.” Elalle narrowed her eyes as she examined Cybil for a moment. She paused in thought and as a fun little way to keep Laurence on edge. She had known that it would come to this long before the moment at hand, but leading the Duke around was too much of a temptation to ignore. With a dramatic spin, the fae turned to face him. “I will have to transcend to the plane that she is seeing,” she announced dramatically. “As you have already guessed, she may reside here in the mortal realm physically, but her mind’s eye is functioning in a different world.”

Cybil took a deep breath and almost smelled the air of the forest, she could feel a cool touch to her forehead and it seemed that portions of her were pulled out of the vision and she could feel that the vision was still showing her something clear. In the center of the vision was a man, standing tall, his broadsword swinging widely in the midst of foes, he cut them down quickly and turned to face her, without seeing her. "Ah, silver piece, important thread, important to the thrumming.." He seemed brave, but foolhardy, and in his pride and triumph another in the battle ran him through with a sword. The man collapsed and the sword fell, the vision seemed to watch the sword carefully, while the battle continued to rage, unaware of the loss of any specific warrior.

He gave Elalle an incredulous look. "You can't possibly be serious?" Laurence gave the blonde woman a look close to squeamishness. "...that sounds neither safe or plausible!" He began to look frantic, completely taken by Elalle's little ploy. "It sounds dangerous what she's seeing! What if you get hurt and I have to figure this stuff out myself I REALLY DON'T agree with what you're going to do..." He grunted slightly, brining a hand to his forehead.

Elalle burst into a fit of laughter. “Don’t like it?! Well then, if that’s the case, then I’ll be going,” she stated, coming out of the giggles. “First of all, if it weren’t for transcending, I wouldn’t be here right now. Secondly, if I don’t do it, we won’t be able to help her. Not to mention help ourselves.” While talking she had placed her hands on her hips and began to pace across the narrow span of Cybil’s knee. “Now, it goes to say, this will not be easy. I need you to stay here, not that you really have anywhere to go, and make sure she remains relatively calm.” Breathing in deeply, she closed her eyes to focus. She wasn’t lying when she said it was challenging. She let her breath leave her body slowly and in doing so she could feel the magic start to take place. The familiar warm tingle in her belly told her so. Little by little she knew she was fading from the mortal realm. She struggled a bit to open her own mind’s eye so that she could seek out the Oracle. She wasn’t as well practiced as she should be, but after a moment she was able to function well enough.

Cybil's body was relaxed but her mind was in a state of confusion, every time the vision tried to move to somewhere else in the battlefield, her mind was jerked back to the sword lying half covered with mud and partially beneath a corpse. Her lips moved slowly, mouthing the words "silvery piece, found one" over and over. Her eyes stayed open for now looking back and forth in her mind's eyes trying to control the vision as much as possible.

"I am not happy about this, I'll have you know." He put on a rather forced sneer at Elalle as she seemed to try and find her way into the blonde woman's mind. "...right." He kept a hand on her forehead, and couldn't quite fight the feeling off of wanting to hold his breath. That wouldn't do anyone any good. He watches anxiously as this occurs, feeling rather useless.

Elalle made a bee-line for one dimension in particular – one that had come to be called The Web of Life. It was a plane that showed everyone’s fate and how they intertwined with one another. Her body appeared slowly as it became more in sync with the realm. Glancing down she could see her own thread passing through body. A very odd sight to see, indeed. With a quick look about she quickly spotted the Oracle. Only, something was right. Her astral being wavered constantly, coming in and out of focus. Elalle’s hunch was comfirmed – this girl was stretched between more than just two planes. Her eyebrows raised and lowered with a quick sigh, “No wonder she is crazy.” With a slight head nod, Elalle flew over to Cybil. “Ah, hello there,” she said, not sure what type of a response she would get.

She felt something move from her reality into the vision, and could see the small fae surrounded by a grey mist. Ah, so someone had found a way into this place. "You're the one that was there, last night, in the place where the man tried to end the life of the tall one, right?" Cybil creased her brow as she looked out over the destroyed field of battle. Her voice remain lyrical, but a certainty had taken the place of her normal wild abandon. "This place is supposed to be important to me, and I don't know how. Just another field of battle to me. Same smells, same sights, same sounds. It's hard to distinguish..." Cybil's stone-grey eyes widened at the fae, "I'm sorry, I have never really had the opportunity to talk much, I can never really get myself... together..." Cybil's eyes drew between the fae and the sword lying on the ground before her voice rose again, "How did you find this place?"

He was not happy. Not happy at all. Things were out of his control, and he hated it like that. Not that anything went terrific when he was, but at least he felt... helpful. He had no idea what was going on, and wouldn't, until Elalle came back with a damage report. Though he clung to the fact that his hand on the blonde woman's forehead was helping somehow, and watched... as if it revealed anything...

Elalle smiled softly. At last something this girl said made sense. “Yes, I was there, along with the Duke, er, Laurence.” She corrected herself so that the Oracle wouldn’t get the impression that the man they both traveled with was something more than a title. “I am Elalle,” she continued, “A messenger of the Goddess herself, which is why I am able to find this plane.” Her eyes glanced about, taking in the sights. “Laurence and I have been wondering several things, but lets begin with something simple: What is your name?”

Cybil tilted her head, brushing blond hair out of her face as she watched the fae speak, somewhat in awe of being able to communicate with someone who could see and understand her. "It's Cybil... at least, the last time I was called by a name, that was it." Cybil's brow furrowed a moment before she glanced back to the field of battle, "You say you know the Goddess? I have heard many speak of her, and I feel I'm tied to her in some way." Cybil's skin glowed in the firelight of the battlefield, everything here was imagined but it was perfectly rendered in this place, the vision encompassing even the viewers in its relentless display of "truth".

Shifting around on his seat, he seriously felt like a two year old in a corner. This was really not his area of expertise. Sitting around and waiting. "...." He sighed out heavily. He only hoped that Elalle was making some progress... He thumbed some hair out of the blonde woman's face. While he was still a little wary of her, not nearly as much so as last night. He gulped and looked back to the spot Elalle disappeared.

The fae nodded, “Yes, Cybil, I am not surprised you feel that way. It was the Goddess that gave you your powers, you know.” Elalle nodded her head smartly, though she couldn’t help thinking that what Cybil had wasn’t any gift she would want…There were several things that Elalle wanted to ask, but she could feel that she was growing tired. The Web of Life realm wasn’t one that was easy to remain in, which probably explained why Cybil wavered back and forth between it and another. She noticed that she had already began to fade back out. “I’m sorry Cybil, I can’t remain here any longer,” she managed to shout before completely disappearing. She had let her concentration waver to much and she was quickly losing control. With the last bit of her remaining energy she managed to throw herself back into the mortal coil. With a soft thud she fell to the ground, breathing heavily.

Cybil sighed looking at the fae watching her fade, she called after her, "I know you have to leave this plane but will you return to talk with me?" Cybil's voice was slightly strained as she finished the question, her eyes clouding slightly as she looked out over the battlefield. The scenes of the field began to fade into the grey mist that normally occupied the planes between everything, the only thing holding on was the sword, clearly this is what she was supposed to see. It seemed to be both a commoner's sword, but a sword that represented power. The handle was relatively normal looking, it was the blade that seemed to shine abnormally, even covered in the filth of battle. If she had not been staring at it so long she may have missed the small intricacies in the careful crafting of the weapon, it was clear this was meant to be for someone who wielded power for the people, it was a blade meant to kill and could never be mistaken for a decorative trapping of the court. She longed to reach out and touch it, but could not, her mind filling with mist that finally blocked out the sword and she was left to restful wanderings of her mind, sliding between the realms her mind occupied, and in her conscious she questioned what she had become involved in, if this fae traveled with the one known as Laurence and he had protected her. You'd think someone who spent so much time on fate would know her own, but nothing seemed to emerge from the mist for Cybil, nothing but emptiness and an ethereal wind that twisted her hair.

He shot out of his trance as Elalle randomly appeared again. "...what...?" He furrowed his gaze at her, studying her closely. "...Elalle?" He lightly laughed, shaking his head. Of course, he wanted to ask if she found anything out, but thought it might result in pain. His curiosities would have to wait, as the little faerie seemed exhausted. He smiled sadly down at the blonde woman, wondering if they could help her somehow. "I guess we'll find out soon enough."

In a panic, Elalle pushed on the Duke and the girl to get them to move faster out the door. She knew she wasn’t really the right size to usher anyone, but now wasn’t the time to get bogged down in details. “Faster, guys…Faster!” she urged them on while glancing back over her shoulder. She could see that the room was slowing stirring. Some to examine the body sprawled out on the floor, others thinking about getting up and stopping the three of them, and others still going to get their drinks refreshed.

Standing out in the street Cybil's mind whirled with a sea of images and colors, she could feel the threads of fate of the people around her, but these threads thrummed in a pleasing manner. One struck high, melodic notes that seemed to sing... the other deep, bass notes that sounded like battle drums, but at the same time reminded her of a protector's voice. She began to hum aloud, an eerie melodic tune as she spun in circles beneath the moonlight, attempting to make her voice harmonize with the sounds that apparently only she could hear. Her thin dress made her body shiver in the cool of the night, but she seemed mostly unaware of her physical form. Her feet were wrapped in clearly worn sandals and beyond this she didn't seem to do much to protect herself from the elements. The silver handle of the dagger still protruded from the sheath attached to her calf, but it's deadly power seemed quiet in the face of her joyous moonlit dance.

Laurence was not very happy with this turn of events. Not only had he failed to get a room in the Inn, he had managed to sweep up yet another party member. However, this had been the most unexpected and least desired of them all. It ended up a good thing that Lorena followed him away from home, and Nor turned out to be helpful... in her own way. Elalle even was a decent addition, with her cool head in the midst of difficult situations... which all Laurence, Nor and Lori seemed to not have. But this new woman! Normally he would have batted Elalle away for shooing him so, for a lack of a better term, forcefully, but it was certainly time to get out of that tavern. Last thing he needed was another riot chasing him out of the village. As they stumbled out into the cool air, Laurence plodded right forward to grab up his horse's reigns. Reanna whinnied at him, annoyed to be woken up. "Shh, we need to get out of here quickly..." He looked back to Elalle and the blonde woman, waving them over. "We need to get away from this scene... NOW." His voice was firm, his pale blue eyes narrowed from the gravity of the situation.

Elalle watched the girl spin about a bit out of the corner of her eye. ‘Something is not right with this one…’ she thought to herself, ‘That or…’ She brushed the thought from her mind for the time being. The Duke was now waving them over, having finally gotten his act together. She flitted over to his side and hissed through her teeth, “It’s about time you snapped into action. Help her up,” she instructed, pointing to the girl as she hummed to herself.

Cybil seemed unperturbed by the change in attitude from the tall man whose thread thrummed so strongly in her ear, she could sense the animal's shock at being awoken but her mind was trapped in clouds and it seemed that once again she was not where she should be, not in the right time again. It always seemed to happen when people really needed her to pay attention... The shift of the dirt beneath her sandals slowed as she stopped her spinning and attempted to orient herself to the reality she was actually occupying. Wasn't it night time? Her mind could see only daylight, and people everywhere, had she been in danger? Cybil's voice chirped softly in the darkness near Elalle, "Light, so bright, wish I had no fright tonight, no more silver pieces, sweet threads singing softly, softly singing with me here..." It seemed that she had once been concerned with something, with these life threads that she could still feel, and she knew what she was seeing was not where she was. Some level of her conscious was aware of her misguided mind's wanderings, but she feared no one would ever realize her situation and she would be cursed to live her life only occasionally, and spend the rest of her time in clouded futures and pasts.

The knight would pale considerably at Elalle's suggestion. "You want me to TOUCH her?" The corners of his lips tugged downward. Pensively, he glanced over in the blonde woman's direction. She had ceased her dancing, but still didn't seem... with it... "...I really hope you understand my preoccupation with this." He gave Elalle a quick glare. "If she's able to kill a man without even touching him, I really would hate to see what happens when someone actually tries to..." He sighed, shaking his head. "The goddess' quest will be the end of me..." He hesitantly made way towards Cybil, taking her arm as gently as possible. "Here, I... am going to help you to the horse." He gulped slightly. Laurence had taken her arm earlier, of course, but that was BEFORE he knew she could kill so easily. Not that it should really unnerve him, he's seen plenty of death in his time. But... something so... unnaturally natural about the brute's death still affected him deeply. "Come... we'll get away from here." He tugged on her arm lightly.

She made a slightly sour face and rolled her eyes and the Duke. “Well I very well can’t help her onto the horse, now can I? You will be fine,” the fae stated firmly. She was pretty sure she was right about him being safe from harm. Her focus did shift, however, from Laurence to the blade strapped to Cybil’s leg. "Stop being a wuss and help her. I don't care how it happens, just get her on that horse!"

When the tall man touched her arm and began to pull her forward, she could almost see more of the reality she felt to be 'right'. The daylight sky seemed to tear in places and she could see night, and wispy clouds and starlight. "Its almost real, dark light, there are so many pretty dots up here, too much light for night, don't you see?" Cybil hummed to herself between the words, her eyes rolled up towards the sky again as she allowed herself to be pulled and the more he touched her arm the more she could see of the night sky. Her mind tried to separate the true sky from the future sky, the sunlight burst bright and suddenly she was back in the vision, the light blinding her eyes, and she could feel herself being lifted onto the horse. Sometimes the power of her visions spooked animals who could see things themselves sometimes, but this beast seemed well traveled, and well trained, and merely breathed out beneath her.

Laurence all but died from relief to see that the woman was making way over, and even allowing him to push her up onto sit on Reanna. His battle horse only let out a light, grunting noise. Giving her consent, but begrudgingly a bit. Laurence rubbed her nose, shushing her. Of course, she would do what asked... Reanna knew that Laurence wouldn't ask her to do anything if it weren't important. He had a tendency to spoil the things he loves in this way. With a bit of a grunt, he heaved himself up behind the blonde woman. "I suppose it will be a chore to get a name from her, too." He mumbled, but probably loud enough for Elalle to hear. Reaching around her to grab Reanna's reigns, he tapped her lightly with his feet. The horse silently took off to a decent gallop. Laurence knew Elalle would either keep pace or be right behind as he head towards the nearby forest.

Wings flapping furiously, she followed along side. There was no point in her riding the horse right now, especially since there wasn’t really room for her anyway. Besides, she could fly fast enough to keep up with relative ease. She was pretty sure her wings would be sore later. She was also fairly sure that a crowd had emerged from the tavern, but the trio had already ridden past it to be sure. Tree branches whipped past her, which she dodged nimbly. Every passing day she grew more used to the mortal plane and its constant onslaught of obstacles against her tiny being. The moon shone above her, finally having come out from hiding. The air behind her sparkled and glimmered in the moonlight as she wove her path all around the Duke and Cybil. The rhythmic pounding of the horse hooves soon became a comforting sound, knowing that they had once again eluded danger.

The rhythm of the hooves drilled through the bright light her mind was showing her, but she couldn't shake herself from the vision. She specifically saw one group walking through the town, smiling and laughing. For once it wasn't a bad vision, it seemed she was seeing people becoming... happy? "There are three of them, three is a good number, three, threeee, three little ones all better now, alllll better," she spoke quietly, and wasn't sure over the hooves if she could be heard. She had altered fate, she could still feel the warmth from the small silver blade that always happened when she had to change the cloth that built up destiny. She wondered if her change had been for good, some days her hands seemed to move of their own accord and she felt she was a puppet for the fates, but if she could only stay in one reality for long enough to understand the people there, maybe she would be able to grasp more from the visions that filled her mind night and day.

Laurence tried not to be bothered by the blonde woman's incessant ramblings, though... once he paid more attention, he found some sort of odd sense from them. This either meant that her insanity was rubbing off, or she wasn't completely insane like he originally decided. And... her musical ramblings were... familiar. As in, he had either heard of such a person or read about it. And... if she was the type of character he was thinking, some of these events might start to make sense. Either way, it was too early to tell. The only clues were her poetic and crazy ramblings and that knife. Neither of which were terribly helpful. However... him and Elalle would talk of it when they reached safety. Which appeared to be close. Seeing as Reanna was winding to a slower pace. Laurence sighed out and tugged back on the reigns to bring his horse to a complete stop. The only way they could see the village was through the trees, in the distance the occasional flicker from a torch or porch lamp. With another grunt, Laurence shoved off of Reanna. His eyes raised up, trying to spot Elalle. "Well, we're here, safe... or at least should be, unless that man's death is tied to us." His best attempt at a smile currently was a cough, which he went ahead and did. His hands hesitantly laid themselves on the blonde woman's elbows, trying to guide her to the ground. "Let's see if we can at least get a name out of her..." Laurence mused.

Elalle sighed heavily – a mixture of exhaustion and relief. She fluttered down to the ground to sit beneath a young oak tree to rest. “Get a name out of her?” she repeated back to the Duke. “Do you really think she’d reach a level of lucidity on this plane to get something like that out of her?” Leaning back on her hands she looked up to watch Laurence help the girl off the horse. She noticed that his demeanor toward her had changed however. He wasn’t as apprehensive about touching her. Raising an eyebrow, she cocked her head slightly to the side and smirked. “So, you know what she is then?” She had had a strong feeling for a while now. Cybil acted like them – those that had been touched by the Goddess. It had been a long time since she knew one existed. This girl, this blonde-haired oddity, she had to be one. There was no other explanation. She was an Oracle.

Cybil was guided off the horse and sat down on the grass, her fingers inter-weaving with the blades that tickled her palms. It was so much easier to pay attention to the right plane when she could feel it. She could feel the tickle of a small bug crawling along her leg and the sensation made her shiver. Her lips curled into a smile and she leaned her head to the side, allowing the breeze to blow her blonde hair across her face. "Dark, sun is gone, does this its here now, i'm here now, need to find a thread thats closer to time.." Her voice carried well in this empty clearing, but she couldn't stop herself from speaking. These sensations linked her with the place she really was, which was well enough as the memory of the happy, sunshine dancing family had faded several minutes before they reached this place, and for some reason all she could hear were the sounds of battle and the acrid tang of blood filled her mouth. She knew she wasn't bleeding, it was just the sensations of another time taking over her own senses. Her hands dug into the earth slightly to remind her where she was, not in danger, not at war, no weapons, no blood, no smoke, no screaming, it was all far far away.

Laurence was highly nervous about this whole situation, but really, he was handling it with some semblance of grace. There had been too much going on in the past few weeks for him to be terribly bothered by what appeared to be an insane woman. However...He looked up to Elalle again. "...Well, not really, but it's worth a shot, isn't it? I mean..." He sat down in front of the woman playing with the dirt."...Elalle, do you... do you have an idea of... 'what' she is?" He gave his small ally a sideways look. "I might have an inkling, but I'd like to hear your opinion." GASP. Laurence was actually ASKING for Elalle's input? He looked back to her, wanting to ask further before actually taking the liberty of reaching out and touching her again. He began taking off his bulky gauntlets.

She blinked, several times in fact, at the Duke’s question. He was asking for her thoughts on the situation. Well, there is a first time for everything. “Uh…” she mumbled trying to refocus and gain control of the situation. “She is divine as a mortal can possibly be. The Goddess herself has touched her. Given her a gift few have ever received.” She spoke with growing excitement as the reality began to sink in. Her eyes glittered eagerly thinking of all the possibilities for their future – for her own future. Yes, this will do quite nicely. She looked to the Duke to be met with a blank stare. “She’s an Oracle,” Elalle stated more bluntly. “Now,” she stated, taking flight once more, “each Oracle is different. Some can see the future, some can communicate with divine beings, and others can see the Web of Life.” She hovered excitedly about the girl while she explained things to the Duke. “Each Oracle can see a different plane, you see. That’s why they are always different.” ‘And every Oracle has a very strong connection to the Goddess,’ Elalle thought to herself with a smirk. This will do very, very nicely. She spun about in the air to face the Duke once more with a large grin on her face.

It was late and her body and mind were tired, she couldn't remember the last time she had slept but she was sure her exhaustion was why the vision was so weak. She hated to see battles and hoped this was past and not future, but even the feeling of the threads of those around her were becoming weak and she laid down in the soft grass, letting the blades brush against her cheek as she closed her eyes. The sensations of the vision were leaving as she began to relax her muscles, but the effect of closing her eyes did not shut out any of it. She had long ago given up covering her ears, and her eyes, when something came through from the grey mist that filled her mind sometimes and for now she concentrated on the soft breeze and the soft prickle of the earth beneath her to carry her into deep sleep.

Laurence watched Elalle flit about excitedly, and he took in this information. "I had my suspicions... hm." He looked down to the blonde woman. She had laid down and began to drift. "... So. I'm... not sure how I feel about this." He frowned heavily and looked back up to Elalle. "I would rather not know if this quest is going to fail or not... or would she be able to tell us how to succeed?" He shifted, rubbing his now bare wrists thoughtfully. "...because she did seem to change fate back there at the tavern..." His gaze settled on her now, mind churning on the possibilities of having an oracle around. "...We'll talk more about this in the morning." With a sigh, he looked around the scene. "And with the town being still... upset... we might should camp here." He kicked off his boots as well. "Unless you want to try and get a room again." Which he didn't really wait for an answer. Because he was already laying back, hands folded underneath his head. Not a true sleeping position, but rather, one more suited for thought. "...g'night, Elalle. We'll talk more of it later." He shut his eyes with a heavy breath.