[Center][H2][color=green]A & B[/color][/h2][/center] "Adrian." The thumbling struggled to open his eyes past a waking yawn. He stretched his arms to the blinking night sky and sighed. Slowly he descended back to sleep - his body not yet rea- "Adrian." His eyes popped open. They immediately caught the moonlit eyes of a night-elf. Her skin was so similar to Gibbou's that for a few seconds the sleepy Adrian was convinced he was looking at the goddess. The elves lips were pursed and serious, matching the dire look on her face -- a large contrast to Gibbou. "Adria-" "I'm awake!" Adrian sat up and shook the grump out of his head, "What's up?" "Do you remember me?" Despite her stern look, Adrian couldn't help but hear a silver line of comfort in her voice. The tone almost seemed familiar, but whatever it was, he liked it. "Yeah," Adrian said as he studied her face, "You were the one declaring Joab-Ba-" The lady put a finger to her lips as if telling Adrian to quiet. Adrian obliged and raised a brow. "Don't say their name," She advised, "But yes, that was me. Call me Basil." "Okay, Basil," Adrian rolled to his feet. He was standing on a small rock (with a bed of moss on the pinnacle) but even then, Basil was laying on her stomach to be face to face with the tiny being. Adrian cleared his throat, "What's wrong?" "Well," Basil started, "We have to keep the night elves from... Them." She cocked her head to an empty space. "What are you talking about?" Adrian squinted into the night. "I can still feel the voice of... Them, in my head," Basil explained, "I feel a presence in my body and every inch is telling me that we have to keep the night elves away from the thing we aren't naming." "Well that much is clear," Adrian agreed, "No one should be near that." Basil frowned, "Yes but it is critical that out of all mortals, we keep the night elves from them." "Why?" "The prophecy," Basil nodded, "It mentioned the children of the night being brought to light, but if the children of night are already in the light... Then they can't be brought when the time comes and..." "The Light will remain fractured," Adrian bit his knuckle in thought. "Exactly." "That's also assuming that these are the children of the night that the prophecy is referring to," Adrian clarified. "There are others?" Basil tilted a brow. "Unfortunately," Adrian made a face, "Gibbou had also made some nasty trolls." Basil furrowed her brow, "Alright, so what's the plan then?" Adrian leaned an elbow against Basil's nose and gave a pensive hum, forcing the elf cross eyed. "Well, when my sister Carrie was trying to lose a lil weight, she replaced her favorite mushrooms with grass buds. So I guess what I'm saying is to keep someone from doing one thing..." "Repla- Replace it with another," Basil said while stifling a sneeze. Adrian gulped and side stepped to avoid the "...chew!" Basil wiggled her nose and sat up, "So perhaps we get a different god to fill the elves time. But who?" "Gibbou?" Adrian suggested. "Maybe... We can circle back to that one but I think something novel may hit the elves quicker than trying to convince them the scary lady with the nice-nice juice is the way to go." A wicked grin overtook Adrian, "I think I have an idea, in that case." Basil's eyes widened with worry, "What?" [hr] "Behold!" Adrian shouted from a place unseen. The night elf crowd looked around confused, their eyes falling in their usual canyon surroundings. The moon was high, the mushrooms were glowing, and a sudden beat hit the air. "Ignes, God of Dance!" From behind two moss covered rocks, Basil came sliding out, covered head to toe in rags and skins to hide her identity. She began to walk backwards, moving her legs in a peculiar manner where it seemed as if she were stepping forward -- but wasn't. "What is this divine power?" Adrian's voice popped up in the crowd. Tiny huffs were hidden under the clamoring as he ran to the other side of the crowd. "That a being can step forward but move backwards!?" Basil spun in place, moonwalking back behind the rocks. The crowd seemed unmoved. [hr] Back hidden in a secluded area, Basil was staring daggers at Adrian. "I cannot believe that was your plan." "I can't believe you did it," Adrian replied with as much surprise as Basil had frustration. The two sat in silence for a while, Basil's stare unending. "Gibbou?" Basil sighed, "Beats Ignes." "My only issue though," Adrian pinched his chin, "Is she isn't here." Basil pinched her own chin, "Then another ploy it is." Adrian fell into thought for a while before another wicked grin curled to his lips. "No more dancing," Basil cut him off and he frowned, "In fact, I have an idea." "What is it?" Adrian gave a quizzical look. Basil shook her head, "Give me a few days to formulate it completely, then meet me back here." "And until then?" "We are going to have to be scarce," Basil instructed, "We've both been imprinted with the light and their presence, I fear our proximity to the others is only a danger to them." "But Gibbou asked me to look after you all," Adrian protested. "That's in my interest too, Adrian," Basil returned to her stern tone, "But unfortunately that means you and I have to care from a distance." "Ugh you remind me of the elder," Adrian groaned. Basil sighed and held out an offering palm. Adrian hopped onto it. "I bet he didn't have my kinda moves though," Basil mentioned as she placed Adrian on her shoulder. "HA!" Adrian chortled, "Who do you think first showed me that dance move?" Basil's eyes widened. [Hider=Summary] Adrian meets Basil, the prophet. They discuss Joab-Balaam and the future of the elves. They decide to remove Joab from the elves by replacing Joab with another god. They devise a God of Dance and coin moonwalking but it fails. Basil then decides to formulate a true plan, it ends there.... For now. [/hider]