Kire nodded, stopping when he did, all too willing to leave the task for tomorrow. “Ugh. Yeah, sure. Even if we get anything useful out of Risa, Solaralai’s appearance and behavior in Amria is uncharted territory. Until it happens again, which, safe to say, is a certainty, and we see a pattern in the phenomena, we’re flying blind anyway.” She grinned when he said he couldn’t promise cake. “I’m not [i]that[/i] big of a glutton. And fair enough, I can talk to Risa with just Ysaryn tomorrow. I’ll go back home for a bit and check on Daryll’s progress, see if he needs a second pair of eyes looking over the manifests. I’ll be at the house after dinner.” 

The moment she returned to the Tower, Daryll immediately roped her into his research which, to her dismay, involved poring over long lists of major and minor families, tracing their bloodline to any prominent mages or sorcerers, and looking up old accounts of places where magical phenomena may have happened. Most of these were recorded in stories, or in tomes that detailed major events in certain regions of the continent. Now and then Daryll would stop as if distracted, and Kire wondered if his thoughts drifted back to the woman in his vision. By dinnertime they had pinpointed areas on a map that might be potential sites for an explosion of magical energy like the forest today. These were places were supposed miracles, faery-stories, or legends allegedly took place, though given the nature of such tales, it was hard to know for sure how accurate this information was. 

Daryll ate by the table, still looking at his notes, while Kire ate with Ed and the little ones. Etta was more glum today; she had been having nightmares, and last night she had woken up feverish. Precy, too, wasn’t her cheerful self, worried about her cousin. The healers at the Palace were able to care for her earlier that day, but the girls missed Elva’s care. “We’ll see her tomorrow, don’t worry,” Kire assured them. After dinner, Kire told them she’d be staying over at her house in Uvano, and Ed asked her to give word to Ysaryn he would be coming over the next day. Remembering that the elf had insisted she not say a word about the conversation they had about him, Kire only nodded in reply before going over the gate. “Ugh. [i]My poor eyes[/i],” Kire muttered in Taakalon as she stepped through. She’d hunt down Ysaryn first, then head over to her house, already thinking about the soft bed.