<font color='669900'><CENTER><FONT FACE=VERDANA> OOC: sorry it took me a while...ya'll have been busy lil boys and girls!! To the Creep: jon, ur powerplaying again!! a)look how drained elethea is fter just those little bits of magic she did. And not only has Drileahe been doing way more powerful spells, but he's been doing much more. Normally, he's been brain-dead since yesterday at the rate you're going. b) their machina is WAYYY less sophisticated, and very few people outside of the adamaint empire know how to work it, much less are in possession of it. Also, though this is less strict, pendragons tend to live in caves, lavish if they're from an old wealthy family, rustic in the extreme if they're not. but not castles! you're basically acting like drileahe's a human in scotland today type of thing. get a grip - Ramath-Lehi's much more rustic. definitely not with lazers shooting out of your robo-eyes and bots and vid cams and droids and stuff!!</font>
<font color='#810541'>OOC: a) thats healing magic, this is dark b) i diddnt say he is completly cotroling the droid, the is something as ROBOTS WITH PROGRMAING. n pendragons live were they want to and you did not conplain last time about castle. and there is something called robotics? what do you think Nasul haft is? and also i did not Force anything on anyone, they let him hurt em </font>
<font color='698AAB'>\\ OOC: ...alriiightie.. lemme wake her up. Since no one else is really doing anything.. let's call it.. err.. and hour since she collapsed? Give or take. Something reasonable. \\ IC Elethea coughs rather harshly, several times, in effect. She shudders violently and jolts awake. Having been sleeping, all emotions around her were practically drowning her mind. Mental suffocation wasn't a good thing. She snaps to her feet quickly, legs splayed in all directions to support her shaking self. Golden eyes sealed tightly shut as she sectioned each emotion away, accepting and denying them, to the best of her untrained ability. Elethea breaths deeply once her mind was cleared, and opens her eyes. She looks around with her metallic optics, very weary, but more or less alive and well. <span style='color:#C0C0C0'>"Hm."</span> a cough. <span style='color:#C0C0C0'>"Since everything looks rather familiar,"</span> hack, <span style='color:#C0C0C0'>"I think it's safe to say Fronima rejected my application."</span> The faintest of smirks graces her face and aura. She was back. The healer then remembers what had happened and looks at Nasul with open concern, <span style='color:#C0C0C0'>"You're alright?"</span></font>
<font color='#810541'>OOC;okay, the driod is his own guy now/ IC: the driod hoped up and down. it tryed to get her attention so he could by dancing so he could get on her shoulder</font>
<font color='#FF0000'>The blue furred dragon that they all seem to have met from before stands over beside a tree looking doing at the ground, seems as if he is asleep. (Does this happen to the pendragons that I manage to help, and if so why?) Questions himselft as he pretends to be asleep in some case or another. But the thoughs that flow through his mind are running out for anyone that has the ability to telepath to pickup. Doesn't know his thinking aloud; in a sense.</font>
<font color='#8D38C9'>Nasul smiles, "I'm okay, what about you?" Nasul looks around a bit at the other 'dragons. His paws dug into the snow. The voice taunting him somemore.</font>
<font color='#A8A8A8'>"I'm fine," Dornik said then looked around at the others, " What brings you all out here to these barren mountains and who was that creep? I'm on my way to Janardan." While waiting for the others to respond, the 'dragon looked over to his companion. Seeing that the qereniath is staring off into space, Dornik swatted a bit of snow its way. "...What!?" the little dragon squeeked, surprised at being caught in its reverie. "I was just thinking about what you said..you're right; there's not much up here in these snowy mountains anymore." One can tell that 'Rum has something else on his mind, but the qereniath brushed it aside. Trying to lighten his own mood, the little dragon quickly packed a snow ball and heaved it at the back of Dornik's head.</font>
<font color='698AAB'>She smiles crookedly, <span style='color:#C0C0C0'>"Alive."</span> Breathing, alert. She was sore. Laying in one awkward position for a long time, concious or not, tends to do that. And perhaps hungry. But she wasn't the type to complain, she'd hunt for herself later. Elethea chuckles and sits down again, though much gentler than the last time. She looks around, and notices the droid dancing around. Very funny thing it is, considering it had come from the mage, it seemed rather like it was dancing.. The healer smiles at it, then looks up to see who was remaining with them. After a moment, she realizes the one behind the tree wasn't sleeping. She only knew that because emotions of curiosity.. and a rather undefinable emotion, were coming from him. When one slept, emotions weren't usually that strong, unless it was a particularly bad -or good- dream. He had to be thinking, but what he was thinking, she didn't catch, nor delve in and pry. She looks at the newcomer, and smiles, <span style='color:#C0C0C0'>"Wandering, really. Wasting time before heading to Janardan to teach a few classes. I was actually alone until earlier today."</span></font>
<font color='#8D38C9'>Nasul laughed when the qereniath threw a snowball at Dornick's head. Nasul then quickly grabbed some snow of his own, and he threw it at the qereniath.</font>
<font color='698AAB'>Elethea laughs as the snow starts flying, and backs up quickly to avoid 'capture', or worse yet, become a target for the packed airborne snow. Walking loosens up her aching muscles, and as soon as she's out of the immediate way, she stretches each limb slowly and carefully, still watching with a grin.</font>
<font color='#FF0000'>Opens his eyes slightly and looks over at Elethea, grins slightly then looks away from her. Manages to telepath with her. [Are you okay?] Sighs and licks his lips as he pushes off hte tree. [You seem to have over did it...being a healer you should watchout for that.]</font>
<font color='698AAB'>Elethea smiles at him, <span style='color:#C0C0C0'>{I'm alright, thank you very much for asking.}</span> she nods at the second part, <span style='color:#C0C0C0'>{I usually know my limitations, today was just unexpected.}</span> She laughs aloud, <span style='color:#C0C0C0'>{Thankfully, I'm really no worse for the wear.}</span></font>
<font color='669900'><CENTER><FONT FACE=VERDANA> As soon as Lina saw Drileahe show up, she slunk into the bushesn and away, not looking back. She would not return. For there was one detail Lina had foreborn to mention to Nasul about his father. Lina personally detested him.</font>
<font color='#FF0000'>Nods slowly to her answers and pops his neck in a rotating of his head, looks over at her with his single eye and grins. Speaks in a quite tone almost to low for anyone to here. "I'm...Fe'shi Wong..." Bows to her in a traditional manner and looks back up at her. Walks a bit of a ways back then moves towards her slowly, stumbles a bit as he comes to her.</font>
<font color='#810541'>the droid walked after Elethea. it drew a '' on the ground and a bit under it 'can i come?'</font>
<font color='#FF0000'>"Your name...miss?" Stops a few feet from her and glares slightly, grins then looks away from her gaze. Closes his eyes and coughs a bit.</font>
<font color='698AAB'>Elethea looks at the droid, but is distracted as she is spoken to. She looks up at Fe'shi and smiles, <span style='color:#C0C0C0'>"Elethea Jaleabaj. Pleased to meet you."</span> she trails off having noticed his stumble, and the cough. <span style='color:#C0C0C0'>"Are you alright?"</span> she asks, a smidge concerned. He, along with the others, had watched while she was collapsed, and now she considered herself fine and dandy, and so would get back to life and her trade, should that be what was required of her.</font>
<font color='#FF0000'>Nods slightly to Elethea's queation the looks at her with yellow orbs. "Nothing, that magic or medcine can do to fix it." Sways a bit and crushs a tree branch beneath his forepaw. Winces slightly as it happens then looks away from Elethea. "Sorry, my lady that you couldn't be help to me."</font>
<font color='698AAB'>Elethea nods, saddened that she'd be of no help. But, she wouldn't press, nor pry in the reasoning to his injuries. Sighing to herself, the healers turns her head and looks to Dornik and Nasul, to see how the snow fight was going.</font>
<font color='#FF0000'>Watches the other two progess on in the snow fight, smirk and glares slightly as he watches. Sits down and presses his paw deep into the snow infront of himself. Brgins to hum a soft tune.</font>
