"[color=coral]Right...here goes nothing,[/color]" Nadeline muttered, extending her hands out in front of her. The Mist seemed to swirl around them as Nadeline would cast her spell. She could see Aloa's glyph underneath her, though she was surprised at how simple it was to replicate Aloa's spell. If she was told this some time ago, she wouldn't have believed it. She had to give credit to Ultima, but for now, she would concentrate. She closed her eyes as a bright flash enveloped them, openeing them to see the familiar, despair-bringing surroundings that were the tunnels where Aloa had come to whisk them away. Nadeline wobbled for a moment, though she remained steady--it was too soon to put her at Aloa's level. Nadeline turned towards the direction she knew would lead to the men, pointing. "[color=coral]This way, then.[/color]" She stated, beginning to walk. [hr] Cute? Him? What exactly was she getting at? He inched away, and still she insisted on closing the gap between the two. It wasn't until it was too late that he realized like brother like sister. There was a story, once, about the Dynast-King's lineage. His descendants were certainly talented, their abilities often manifesting as one thing or another. Keiran was fascinated by the vines, though that quickly changed as that all-too-familiar burning sensation returned. He truly was a glutton for punishment, wasn't he? He let out a breath, though inhaled sharply. Wow, that actually burned. Admittedly, it had more of an affect on a dark being, but he couldn't quite hide his discomfort. "[color=gray]In her defense, it was a pretty complicated situation,[/color]" Keiran defended Emiri. "[color=gray]There was little input from her in the matter, although...[/color]" He winced slightly, an exasperated look on his face. "[color=gray]About the whole 'no pain' thing, I'd rather that come sooner than later.[/color] [hr] Emiri scratched her arms. The sun was much too hot, she felt like she was starting to burn. Grant looked at her, noticing the scratching, though he seemed amused. "[color=darkorchid]The sun is strong here. Perhaps we should move inside,[/color]" He told her, frowning. "[color=pink]I've been here plenty of times, believe me,[/color]" She stated, shaking her head. "[color=pink]I can't imagine the sun suddenly being too much.[/color]" "[color=darkorchid]Your body tells a different story,[/color]" He motioned towards her arms. Parts of her skin looked darker, almost as if they were burning. It actually hurt, now that she was looking at them, though her eyes widened. No, this wasn't sunburn, her entirely exposed body should feel it, but it was just parts of her burning. What the hell was this?! She moved into the shade, but could still feel it. She let out a small cry as she could feel the burn intensify, though as she looked at Grant, she realized the pain felt familiar. It was like when Wesley had struck Keiran, and she had felt the after effectsof it. Letting out a gasp, she ran back into the castle. She could hear Grant following her, but she didn't have time to explain. Rather, she didn't get the chance, falling to her knees outside of Wesley's door. "[color=darkorchid]Emiri! What's wrong? What is it?![/color]" She reached for the door. "[color=pink]Keiran...it's Cassandra...I think she's doing something to him...![/color]" She tried to tell him. "[color=darkorchid]Well, the Queen certainly has some peculiar taste, doesn't she? Wasn't aware pain was her thing.[/color]" Grant murmured as he stood. He did wonder why Keiran was still around, but it seemed that he and Emiri were still connected for the time being. "[color=pink][i]Grant![/i][/color]" "[color=darkorchid]Right, then,[/color]" He ignored her, opening the door and revealing a bound Keiran, a determined Cassandra by him. "[color=darkorchid]That explains that. Majesty, if I could request you halt your excise of him, apparently they are still connected.[/color]" He said, motioning towards Emiri. "[color=gray]No need for dramatics, it's not [i]that[/i] painful,[/color]" Keiran couldn't help but quip at Emiri, earning him a glare.