Another pulse and suddenly, silence. Trent couldn't HEAR anything. It was almost like a dog whistle, human ears couldn't pick up on it, couldn't hear it. Trent panicked internally, what could have caused such a thing. Taking a deep shaky breath he didn't move his head but shifted his eyes to the side and listened to the conversation. He could hear how they spoke, but it sounded different as if less background noise made the world less bright. Less.. How Trent saw it, in a sense. Sighing and turning his full attention back to the sky as their conversation came to a close, it was a rushing, much like the ocean waves hitting the shore all at once. Whatever the princess had done, Trent didn't like it. Part of him wondered if it was like when he was at the capitol, with the crystal thrumming in the back of his mind, drowning everything else out. Had he become so lax, so overwhelmed by the outside to not notice something like that? Thoughts for another time.

When he saw the look on Lee's face for just a moment, he liked her even less, but he stomped on that hard and kicked it into the back of his mind. He couldn't make out Colette's tone, it was muted but that didn't make any sense. Galahad had called her a mage, with some vehemence which was rather ironic considering his "teacher" was one himself.

"Gideon she acts like you," Trent muttered his hand still making motions in the Mist but not doing anything with it. Whatever he had heard from the sky was gone now, drown out in the wreckage's Mist's sounds.  He kept his eyes on the last place he could pinpoint the war gong and let out a frustrated sigh.

[i]"Is...is there something up there?"[/i]

Trent shook his head and looked back down to the ground and his full surroundings. He muttered his reply, "whatever was up there I can't sense. Whatever [i]she[/i] did with the Mist seemed to silence the area... It was..." Trent shook his head. He was acting like he was a teenager again, unsure of his way with the Mist and it's flow, but being cut off like that, unsure of his own footing? He didn't like the feeling of powerlessness in this whole surrounding. If he had used his power, he'd have Burnt himself and those around him, he wanted away from this.

"If we're leaving, should I make it look like this place blew up from the leaking Mist," Trent asked through the link. "IF someone is after the... woman, wouldn't do to give them an easy time of it would it?" He wasn't sure what to say to the princess, so he'd focus on the issues around him.

Heading out in front of the group, he made his way up the crater from the crash site, he would wait for the others to get there, "Daryll," Trent spoke up. "You can't teleport with someone can you? I'd rather not get caught in the burst that might come out if I get the okay for destroying the site."