Narda smiled fondly as she felt the pleasant warmth wash over her as he squeezed her hand. She breathed in the scents in the air that she loved so much as she drank in the sight. One day, she knew, she would hang up her travelling cloak, set down her weapons, let go of her wanderlust and be at peace here. It may be a ways off, but she didn't mind spending the remainder of her years someday like this. 

"I will never tire of it, " she said, glad to hear his praise of the view. "And if you are serious about that, well, perhaps you should come by here more often." She grinned, caressing his hand with her free one. 

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Kire noted the way he quickly avoided elaborating on it and made no further comment, deciding to leave it be unless it bothered him again. His next question made her frown down at her Ring. She took another sip, set it down, then placed her hand flat on the table. "I've thought about it. That seems the most likely answer." She glanced about, then twisted the Ring off her finger, peering at it as she placed it on her palm. 

"They said Their decisions are based on the threads of possibility in the future. A little prod here, a push there, without them directly interfering. Maybe because it needs to be mortals who have to move and make things happen. If that's the case, my theory is that they have seen something of me and my actions that would affect many of these threads. Without knowing what They know about these possible futures, though, this is just more guesswork."

She set the Ring down between them, folding her arms, her thumb rubbing the place where the Ring had been on her finger. "So far, I feel no different. But if I do manifest other powers, the Ring will amplify that. Hopefully it isn't too destructive, or else..." Kire frowned again.