"I personally think that those that landed before us might also have a weather witch in their midist" Damien said as he looked up at the terrain skies. The reason for this remark was an odd arrow shaped cloud in the direction of what was presumed to be camp.

Sasha was muttering in her head a series of spells that she was somehow meant to cast as wards against intrusion by humans or other unfriendly beings. She was at a loss as she knew only shape shifting magic. She also knew the demon prince or rather king would need to play a part in helping set the wards. Not least of which required both of them to shed some blood. Angels as a rule hated blood magic as it took more out of them than normal magic and had nasty side effects at the best of times, Sasha was unsure if the same held true for demons.

Damien just looked at the princess, silently musing about her mental state or apparent lack thereof.

Azurael watched Sephiroth and T'vor disembark the ship. She marvelled at how the ship could just disappear. She knew no Angel magic could ever achieve anything like that. Azurael walked up to T'vor. "General, can I speak to you privately once we get to camp?"

Sasha stopped her internal muttering and looked up to the now disappearing arrow Damien had pointed out and began walking in the indicated direction. She soon began her internal muttering again. Every so often she would vent a curse at her frustration to try and remember everything required.