Ysaryn took in the strangeness before her. It was getting worse. Aside from her own two companions who grew drowsy and barely coherent, the guards and locals were glassy-eyed. Lost in their own other-worldly dreams. "No." She said, agreeing with Daryll. It was not Lyta. Somehow, it hadn't effected Lyta and her family within the confines of their own home. The girl was so sleep deprived she looked like one of the strange nocturnal creatures who harassed chickens in the night. 
Magic sensed magic. The source of this must be weaker than Lyta's own power. Her terror would have drowned out the desire for sleep. 

So why hadn't it effected her mother and step-father?
About to insist that they go and seek the married pair to question about their own suspected powers, the gasp behind them made Ysaryn turn. Her fuchsia eyes narrowed as the figure ran. [i]Never mind them, then.[/i]
On Narda's instruction, Ysaryn took off in a paced run, drawing her blades as she tore around the corner and after the mayor's wife. 

Only to find the chase disappointingly anticlimactic. The woman turned around and raised her hands, kneeling before Ysaryn as the elf approached. Keeping her blades drawn, Ysaryn tilted her head and grinned, flashing her sharp canines. The fear on this one. She could smell it earlier in their home over tea, and had assumed it to be a reaction to Narda's and her own appearance. Now she knew better. 

The woman wouldn't stop talking. So much she offered, and so freely, that Ysaryn sheathed one of her two blades and set her hand on her hip impatiently. Spineless woman. Such cowardly acts in her tribe would result in an ended life far too quickly. "You have a mistake in you assumption, woman." Ysaryn spat down at the kneeling woman. "It is not those who have magic the Crown dislikes. Gem-en-ai are cruel bastards who torture and bleed for their own profit. That is why they are hunted and sentenced. People like me," She gestured to herself, raising her chin. "offer services to you chieftess. Guidance. We are not seen as enemy. The girl, Lyta? She will be helped. Taught. As would have you. Maybe still, if you put an end to the sleep and confess you fears. Emp-eress is hard as blade, as we all must be as chieftess, but she is also understanding."
Ysaryn shifted her weight from one foot to the other, her eyes wandering down the length of her still-drawn blade. "You are to come to the Lady Narda. Put end to you sleep magic. Confess. Yes? Or, no. And we will see how understanding Crown is when foreign chieftess makes target practice of sniveling house wife." A flash of her wolfish grin, and Ysaryn stepped back to invite the woman to walk back toward the others.