[hr][hr][center][img]http://fontmeme.com/permalink/170609/6993f16961e0f0769efda621e785818a.png[/img][hr][hr][b][color=998849]October 31st, 1943 - Your Path is Chosen[/color][/b][hr][hr][/center]
	There was a sideways glance from Siduri towards Gilbert. [color=D8BFD8]"All intelligence is new, if one only looks at it from a different angle."[/color] Her voice was calm, ever calm as she spoke, but those eyes. Lilac in color flickered so rapidly. White lashes falling and rising with reach blink. Attention turned as others spoke and she looked back out the window, past where Ben was looking. Rising from her chair, her feet gently padded across the floor and she reached out to him, placing a had on the boys shoulder and edging him out of the way as she got closer to the window. Still looking out at it. Night had fallen, and the hours were ticking by now. Growing late. So much information had been given, so much over looked or ignored. So much more that perhaps could have been given but there was a lingering thought in her mind that stopped her from speaking right then. Something, from long ago, lingering there in the vast recesses of memory. 

	Then her lips parted. [color=D8BFD8]"Yes, dragons do exist. In many forms. Some are the ones we create ourselves. Some are the base of stories you were told as a child. Knights in shining armor, to kill the dreaded beasts. But isn't that every dragon? Something we feel we should slay even though in truth we are usually the very monsters that should be hunted. Far too often our own dragons are the pain of our past or our fear of the future. A refusal to let others live as they wish and only to bind them to what we believe, no matter their wishes or desires. Even if it is their final wish, we say no. Intent on slaying their dragons when in fact they are our own. And then we become the very thing that needs to be hunted. It was so simpler so long ago. Not because we were simpler but because we were not such a swarm. Like locusts, swallowing and infecting everything like a plague. There are no second chances. Not really. Just our own blindness as we try to rewrite our own story. It becomes mucked in the process until there is nothing left but the darkness."[/color]

	Her voice was melodic as she spoke and then there was a pause. A long one as she turned and looked back to them. [color=D8BFD8]"Then again, there are dragons from somewhere else, beyond our touch, that have come here. I am surprised you would chose Babylon but so you have."[/color] Taking a step towards Faith she looked the girl in the eye. [color=D8BFD8]"You know where to start and whom to ask to find her. It is not like you have not spoken with her before."[/color] That was a telling set of words. Tilting her head to the side slightly she walked back to the window and looked out. It should have been more obvious or at least spoken by now. Faith and Bart had already met Babylon. They had seen her abilities below Club After Dark. It was when things started to change. 

	[color=D8BFD8]"Time grows short, whatever your plans maybe, you need to do them. I do wish you luck on this journey. May it not have the outcome I fear it shall."[/color]