[h3][u][b][color=39b54a]De'kae, the Druid[/color][/b][/u][/h3]

	Kay smiled warily. [color=39b54a]"Well, it all worked out in the end."[/color] The elf said. She interlocked her fingers and lay her hands across her belly, staring up at the ceiling of the room they were just in, far, far above them. The water covered her legs and every once in a while lapped up to just beneath her shoulder blades. It felt nice, and natural, and De'kae was always comfortable in nature. She trusted it, and it trusted her.

	She had figured the enthusiasm wasn't all there was to this woman, this Amberelle. The alchemist sat down next to her and went quieter, more worried. Her extroverted persona wasn't a fake, nor a facade, if Kay were to guess. But right now, perhaps she was playing into that part of herself a little more. Just to keep herself in high spirits. Kay thought she was alright at reading people but she tried not to judge or act on these guesses. They could be wrong, and she liked to be surprised.

	Kay smiled sadly.[color=39b54a] "Unfortunately, Amberelle, I'm clueless. The only thing I can tell is that we are farther from my home then I have ever been. And I can only assume that we are just as far from your home, too. The greater, more...cosmic applications of the Life-Weld are unusable without the rituals and places of my people. Right now, it's greatest use is that of combat, though I'm pained to reduce it to such a base tool of violence." [/color]

	After a moment she summoned the will to move. Sitting up with a grunt, she raised one knee and rested her elbow ontop of it, propping herself up with her other hand. She looked out across the lake. Perhaps it was artificial, but the water on the shore sang the same song as it did in Druid'ia.

	She turned and blinked at the large doors Amberelle had mentioned.

	[color=39b54a]"Exits and entrances are, at least in my experience, entirely based on perspective. One person's exit is another person's entrance."[/color] She commented. De'kae glanced back at Amberelle. The Druid Elf wiped some of the wet, black hair sticking to her own face. Color had slowly returned to her over the course of this conversation. Now she stood to her feet. The ravines carved out of her flesh and clothes had woven themselves together. There was a lightness, the scars were still there, but they would heal in time.

	[color=39b54a]"Forgive the platitude. The others seem to be investigating the doors. Maybe I'm biased, but I'm going to ask those trees for answers."[/color] She pointed at the swamp trees she had just now noticed upon standing up. Stout stems, pink, pear shaped fruits that reached to the Earth, and a sweet smell. De'kae approached the tree and cupped one of the 'pears' in her hand, not plucking it from the branch but merely observing it.

	[color=39b54a]"Metaphorically speaking, of course. Trees don't talk."[/color] She added good-naturedly. Then she quirked an eyebrow. [color=39b54a]"...I mean, they might, here."[/color] She laughed.[color=39b54a] "Who knows?"[/color] She reached out to a branch of the tree and sent a pulse of Life-Weld energy through it. It was to become attuned to the tree. On her home, this would allow her to know if the fruit it bore were poisonous, how long it had lived, whether it were planted here by mortal hands or guided here by the whims of nature, or the Mother Tree.