[center]Silence had settled in for the barest of moments, Tempa lifting her gaze long enough to start preparing the next in a line of myriad questions for the Druidess. As her lips began to move, half a syllable escaping before a dire warning echoed over the Serene Pools. The Firebrand turned and un-shouldered Alacrity fluidly, letting its hidden edge tap against the smooth stone at her feet; using the side of her foot to slide away the ragged cloth. Undead, as she had heard it from the Knight before her, were close by. The prospect of a battle was welcome, in this moment; especially against what she considered walking, albeit dangerous, kindling. 

 Tempa's lips curled upward as the man continued. [color=FF4500]"Nothin' unusual 'bout that,"[/color] she muttered under her breath and started moving forward, [color=FF4500]"blasphemy's common in our world. I'll be goin' ahead."[/color] She steeled herself for what was to come, thoughts of her previous conversation scattered in the face of imminent danger. The air seemed tense for a moment before a thunder-clap that sent her reeling.

  She shifted her footing against the shaking ground, stepping backwards to distance herself from its center; bracing herself against the force she expected to follow. It wasn't quite enough, when the Serene Pools erupted with a furious flash; stonework scattered to the sky and set to rain down in small chunks...accompanied by the mercurial flight of the sister-goddesses. Despite the spots left in her vision by the spontaneous explosion, Tempa Ghaun watched with a muted horror as they leapt upward. It was a thankfully brief moment before they crashed down, away from any of those gathered; sending another groan through the earth.

 Her attention was abruptly commanded by the emergence of a ghoul, a girl screaming in response, a wyvern...and the sudden cessation of it all. She forced a sigh, shaking her head a little. She turned her head, looking at those gathered. Anne had been blown back, but caught by a tree. The other Iath was asking if everyone was well. The man in green was responding. The hooded girl was standing, even if her legs seemed to be near-giving. The Ewori responsible for the wyvern seemed to be in good shape, despite what she'd done. Tempa picked about for a moment, finding the kicked-aside rag between a few fist-sized pieces of far-flung stonework, and brought Alacrity close; silently lamenting the situation.

 Tempa had swallowed the bitterness of not being able to act and let herself relax, realizing that the conflict was at least mostly over with. [color=FF4500]"M'fine,"[/color] she replied after a long moment, over her shoulder, [color=FF4500]"That was somethin' else! Neva seen the goddesses so quick to get outta the way."[/color] The Firebrand chuckled and brought Alacrity back to resting against her shoulder.

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 Isyph Al-Delad had no idea what just happened, and didn't bother hiding that fact. Her ears still rang with the initial force and her head felt unevenly placed between her shoulders. Her hood was still on, but dragged down far enough to almost completely obscure her vision. Had she done that, in the throes of confusion? It was impossible for her to know, but everything seemed calm now. The last thing she remembered clearly was seeing a piece of rock hurtling toward her.

 Distant was the thought of outrageous prices offered by the Iath stranger. Distant were the thoughts of gold and greed; all at once consumed by the upheaval of the Serene Pools. Now, all that occupied her was a distant wonder. [color=FFDAB9]"Gods alive..."[/color] she ran a delicate hand along her face, adjusting her hood again and trying to regain her composure, [color=FFDAB9]"what...?"[/color] For once, words were [i]almost[/i] completely beyond her. She hadn't wanted to be caught up in anything like this; even if it were handled promptly, the methodology was far too loud for her. She was simply glad to still have her life.

 [color=FFDAB9]"Th-thanks for that!"[/color] the Uquii smiled feebly, giving a weak nod in turn to the Iath and Ewori letting her hand drop to her side. It was an amazing event, to be certain; but Isyph wasn't so sure that her heart could easily handle something like that, again, in the immediate future. She fell in beside Dodger, giving him a brief smile, happy that the other Thief was unharmed, nodding an affirmation to his latter questions; having absolutely no context for what exactly had transpired [i]right in front of her[/i]. Still the potential of it was evident, though, in terms of a song...it would just take the Uquii girl quite a while to get the details right.[/center]