Alright, little creeper girl was reaching a whole new level of unsettling. [i]'You are Shadra, created...'[/i] What did she mean by that little slip? It was only getting worse as the conversation went on as well, words becoming drawn out and statements going from broken to incoherent. Alvios didn't want to be around her anymore. He certainly didn't want her around Rebecca either. He cleared his throat loudly to try and grasp her attention for a hopefully decent amount of time. "Well then, Miss Shadra, if there's nothing I can help you with, I think Rebecca and I should be going. The festival awaits and whatnot."

      For the longest day of the year, the sweat beneath his jacket felt cold.