[color=007236]"Apology accepted,"[/color] Zelrian said, dropping his guard and walking toward Lystra, with an [i]insane[/i] shift in mood. [color=007236]"Now,"[/color] Zelriane reached out and held his palm upwards, [color=007236]"Please give me that shield."[/color] Kalen looked at Zelriane in horror, and then to Lystra, nodding. He didn't know anything about her shiny circle of metal, and he didn't care. But even if Lystra was perfectly fine with handing over her newly acquired defense, the shield itself wasn't so willing. Warmth sprouted from within the recesses of the hand-held barrier, surging through her arm in bouts. And then, a voice struggled to reach out for Lystra's mind.

	[center][i][sub][color=fff200]'No'[/color][/sub][/i][/center]

	[color=007236]"Though I am a patient man, I would prefer that you do not dawdle. Please, hand it over."[/color]

[center][i][sub][color=fff200]'Do not'[/color][/sub][/i][/center]