[@Lmpkio]

	Dirka watched her son dragged away, then turned to Hyperion. [color=9400D3]"Just enough manners to where he could pass for a civilized human being. Even though none under my domain are...no regrets! Here's the scroll, completely translated from the original manuscript, and if you need me, send word to the mages of the teeth of madness. I'll come."[/color] She started to walk away, before smiling and looking at Hyperion with a twisted grin. [color=9400D3]"Oh, and if our curious how he was made, it was the fun way. Bye bye!"[/color] She snapped her fingers and poof, she was gone, leaving Hyperion to figure that out.

[@Rune_Alchemist]

	Dirka dropped onto the beach of the island of white dawn, headed for it's settlement. She was curious if Iva went through with his plan for it yet. If she was lucky, he'd be there, for she had things to discuss with him. Very secretive things she wanted kept behind closed doors, and she knew Iva would be reasonable. He knew knowledge came with a price, and she was here to declare that price. She knew his prophet heard her comment. But now she had a way to keep that secret safe. With Iva, a deal was a deal. It was hard to get him to break one, unless another that benefited him more came along. That's what she had learned, but was her deal worth it? Could it keep her secret long enough to where it no longer mattered? She knew she only had two more decades at most with her family, for nothing lasts forever. She learned that lesson long ago when her sanity left her. Now she was a functioning mess. Her people had no law, no cities, and she had nothing but her blood. And soon even that would be gone. What would she become then? Her brother of mystery? Or her brother of knowledge? Or perhaps something new entirely? Something so abominable that not even the deepest reaches of Iva's mind could conceive such impossibility.
	That's all she was though, wasn't it? The goddess of impossibility. Magic has no explanation, she has no explanation, none of her siblings do. She was simply the impossible. And the impossible is overlooked in the end, seen as idiocy or insanity. Was she forever to be the background?
	[color=9400D3]"Who even cares, inside voice? My siblings? Noooo. The Audience? Noooo. The writer of the damn play?! NOT EVEN HE GIVES A COW'S WASTE! HAHAHAHHA!"[/color] She fell on her back and started making an angel in the snow and sand mixed together. She laughed madly all the while. Her harp and drum seemed to be looking at her, as if asking if she was okay. She got up started to hum. She started a rhythm and the drum continued. She finished getting up and whistled a minor tune for the harp, which mimicked her. She cleared her voice and began to sing and walk towards White Dawn.

[center][color=9400D3][i]Walk the trail of bones
or walk the trail unknown.
Seize your moment in the light
or walk in the darkest shadows.
Dream on an empires stable night,
or watch the end of the show!
Enough!

Man or beast,
who cares at all?
God or priest,
which takes the fall?
No one knows the answer,
but they are like cancer!
Who trusts them?
Not a soul!
Who helps them freely?
Only me!
Everyone wants something back,
but I honestly don't care at all!

Hiding secrets behind the mask,
and before anyone asks,
I lied about that!
I don't want anything from you
or you looking like a bat!
And now I'm feeling very blue![/i]

Oh wait, I already was. Everyone I make a deal with, I don't actually want something, but if they don't see another thing to do in return, then they get suspicious! I have enough on my plate already, and I don't need more! My experiment f***ed up and now I'm mad!

And in a good way!

[i]Walk the trail of bones
or walk the trail unknown.
Seize your moment in the light
or walk in the darkest shadows.
Dream on an empires stable night,
or watch the end of the show!

Enough![/i][/color][/center]

	She laughed and saw lights ahead. She was close, but she wasn't sure if she felt her brother's essence here. Maybe  better, she'd find the prophet or someone who knows where she is at least.