Ysaryn only clicked her tongue. "People learn." The elf insisted. "Chieftess, too. You Emp-eress learn, and you are to learn that this is different." Ysaryn gestured broadly. "This is happening many places. Magic blossom. We know is not you fault, to lose grasp of control." She shifted her weight again, lowering her blade to appear less threatening. "The Lyta girl, she is to spend time with others like her. Like you and me. To learn how to control it. To make sure no harm comes of her. Or of you. If you are not harmful before magic, I see no reason to fear that you will be harmful now."
Her wolfish smile returned as she sheathed the second blade, placing her hands on her hips. "I am danger long before magic. Is the way of my people. But I still know not to harm people who do not deserve. You not deserve harm. Well, maybe a slap on wrist, but no blades." 

Following the woman back to Narda and Daryll, Ysaryn peered around as the spell wore off, watching the other villagers wake and try to make sense of it. She wondered, as Narda grumbled her orders to the woman, if the magic could be controlled to target specific persons. A handy tool it would be in a fight, though grossly unfair. Silent for a moment, she considered the ramifications that would follow magic abilities such as these, randomly spawning in civilians. Kire had already anticipated such a reaction in the power hungry, no doubt, but Ysaryn made a note to remind her, either way. 

Once inside the mayor's home, Holly, she learned the name, admitted to her husband that they were caught. As she confessed that it happened more often the more anxious she felt, Ysaryn glanced at Daryll, sure he noticed the connection. It wasn't until Holly mentioned Lyta that Ysaryn hissed, glad Daryll answered before her. Glowering, though deciding not to chime in with her own, far less polite response, Ysaryn kept quiet, watching Daryll and Narda. "We are to leave her here?" Ysaryn asked. "The waking messengers, they will not cause harm? Should we to bring Wyvern soldier here to protect?" Her fuchsia eyes darted to Holly for a moment. She understood the woman's fear of being singled out. Even if Narda echoed her own reassurance that she wouldn't be, leaving the pair in the center of a city freshly released from a spell seemed cruel.

When the matter was decided on, Ysaryn returned them to the edge of the forest. Leaving Narda and the others to relay their news to the empress, Ysaryn wandered over toward Ruli, who was using his finger to mark the dirt. Runes. Ysaryn tilted her head, her limited knowledge of the symbols preventing her from understand. Practice, perhaps. Or problem solving.

"[i]More than the Lyta girl in Daryll's vision have magic.[/i]" Ysaryn said. 
Ruli only grunted. 
"[i]They will need help to understand it. Like Envy helped me. He would not want for you to let these people suffer, Rulitus.[/i]"
He turned his head to glare at her, his bright eyes narrowed. But whatever was on the tip of his tongue, he swallowed, and looked away again. "Envy first. The others will live."
It was Ysaryn's turn to frown at him, exhaling through her nostrils before she turned and wandered back toward the others.