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Zephyr stood in silence at the talk, a single point of interest in her mind.

It was waking. The [I]thing[/I] that had once laid low her people. And this Aether...
[Color=red]"You're one of those of my people obliterated ages past."[/color] It was not a question, nor an accusation, but a simple statement.

Flexing her wings sightly, Zephyr turned sharply as her companion squawked in protest, before stepping in front of the great.... Mhmm. Well, she right didn't know what to call it. A monument? A prison? 

She held her hand forth in greeting, all the same.

If they wanted to speak, she would not complain.

The sooner this was over the sooner she could enact the righteous furry upon the ancient, hated enemy.