[color=yellow][h2][center]Lunalel Lightsword and Eith[/center][/h2][/color]

Luna listened, unsure of what was being said. Of course, it was nothing she knew or understood.  She heard the words of Selvinia and looked over, impressed at her resourcefulness and then, noticed the look of hope in the transformed person's eyes.  [color=yellow]"Apologies. I can only tell you this is not a language from the Europa proper.  At least, according to mine ears.  It's a farcry from French or English."[/color]  Luna said while looking around. She was curious about the area. For example, she wondered why it was so cold now. Were they far north? Or perhaps with the shortness of breath she felt, likely somewhere in a mountain.  She spent a small time in the mountains, but that would have never prepared her for this.  [color=yellow]"Regardless, the cold is bearable for me.  Perhaps a secret virtue from harsh English winters?"[/color] Luna joked.

Eith had no idea, nor did she care really.  She kept a lookout to ensure the safety of her food-payer, but that was the biggest goal she had really. . . Still . . . [color=red]"Oh, I know this. I think.  S. . . Sannnnskri? Sanscript?  Something like that."[/color]  Something seemed to trigger Eith's memory, though it also had the side-effect of making her face look rather red.  [color=red]"My head hurts."[/color] The Shellagh complained, holding her temple.  

[color=green][h2][center]Katherine Lindall[/center][/h2][/color]

[color=green]"Oh my, so Livia dear has her own ancestor as a familiar? Oh, how delightfully humorous."[/color] Katherine giggled to herself as she walked to somewhere to eat.  Of course, plans changed as Livia seemed more and more irritated with Aetheria.  [color=green]"Hmmm, perhaps I should leave her be.  But of course, I could go and bother her."[/color]  For the moment, food was a priority probably.  She kept vigilant watch over her teacher as she went about her business.