(Relevant to [@Lord Zee])

	Dirka sat in the mana pool of her garden, only her head visible. She was lost in thought, with a sad and frustrated visage.

	What was wrong with her? She had once never even thought about things like this. She hasn't done something she enjoyed in some time, and it worried her. Was it stress? No, she had been under similar pressures before, and never behaved like this. Was it those spires? No, she was outside their range of influence, and hopefully far away from any future ones. She's been loosing her madness, but why? Maybe she had spent to much time with her 'sane' siblings. Madness breeds madness...but sanity is easily broken. She grabbed her horns and shook her head. Lately all she had done was things to give her allies and her power in a long term plan. Wait...what if that was it? Normally her plans include unconventional ways of getting the task done. And not as mean when doing it. She hadn't done something she'd enjoy in a while, because she had been doing as her siblings!
	She stood up from the pool and shouted. [color=#9400D3]"That's it! Well if that's the fix, then I swear by the Styx! No more contracts, bargains or deals, but rather go head over heels! I need a hex, so here's the specs! [i]Empousi, Mesoia, Xentou, Jerstea![/i] "[/color] She then looked at her robe that was in disarray. She smirked and snapped her fingers. [color=#9400D3]"Time for a change in wardrobe!"[/color] Her robe floated and ripped itself apart until in couldn't be seen by the human eye. She then snapped her fingers again and a new robe formed on top of her. It was blue and purple, with silver accents and facets for gems, which were purple and blue and glowed. Crystals on thin silver chains hung from the ends of her horns, and they seemed to writhe with energy inside. A silver necklace of carnivorous teeth formed around her neck, each getting smaller the closer to the neck they got. She snapped her fingers again and a mirror made of the liquid mana began floating mid-air. She spun and giggled at the sight of herself. She let the mirror drop back into the pool and she turned around, noticing her harp.
	She immediately felt guilty for snapping at her brother earlier. He may destroy many things, but for long term benefit of all, whether he realizes it or not, that she had no clue of. She then smiled. He would appreciate it if she made improvements to it, that she knew for sure. And with her new robe, something as primitive looking as that just didn't go with it well. She smirked and snapped her fingers. The harp changed from bone, sinew and all the other materials into wood, silver, and spider's silk. It sculpted itself for more decoration, blue and purple gems, purple and blue paint, and carvings flowing from one another. She then hexed it with a snap to where it seemably had a mind of it's own, but only enough to follow(via floating) her and play a tune. She smirked and whistled to it. It got up and floated to her. She giggled madly, and looked around to make sure that was everything.
	That's when her son came in.
	He startled her when he spoke. [color=0072bc]"Hello mother. You look happy, which is more than I can say for me. I attempted to give Anu your gift an apology, but she refused it and cursed me to where magic is a no go zone. She also said the pacts off."[/color] Dirka simply smiled. [color=#9400D3]"You probably deserved it. And she was eventually bound to split. She blame everyone for her experience, so no surprise. But what she doesn't realize is that the blood magic scroll, now returns to MY library. Hopefully she got enough use out of it, but now severed are the ties. Jut make sure to tell the fairies. Ta-ta!"[/color] She opened a portal, and waved. In a flash, the portal closed, and he sat there with a face of disbelief. [color=0072bc][i]What the fresh hell?! How was she so calm!?[/i][/color]

[hr]
([@Lmpkio]: Hyperion)

	Dirka walked towards the entrance of Hyperion's little kingdom. The harp was quietly playing, and she was snapping her fingers to it's tempo. [color=#9400D3]"Hyperion, you pompous ass. It's your sister here to talk! And not to balk! He heh hehe he!"[/color]

[hr]
(Relevant to [@ReusableSword]
	Humnuo was watching. He and his friend Sylvani, the Treant, were one of the many pairs of watchers guarding the only way into the mountains safely without immediately being seen as a threat. They trampled through the outermost edges of the Forest of Charity which flowed out of the mountains like a glacier for a mile outside of the pass. The other watchers watched as well. Naswaru was coming, and they were prepared to welcome him to their mistress's domain. They were gifted the gift of seer sight. They saw all that happened in Tabrassa, except places shrouded by divine energy.