Ooh, her head was feeling a bit...floaty, maybe she should sit down for a minute

[az_of_the_oz]

Who: Az and Cain
What: Completing the task requested
When: February 2nd, 3 pm
Where: Royal Library

Comments

[w_cain]

Az's guards were outside the library. They were supposed to have one inside with her

[az_of_the_oz]

Perhaps she would have startled at the sudden movement coming up behind her and grabbing her, perhaps if she had not been almost entirely drained by what she had just done. Instead she collapsed gratefully in the chair, letting her head fall backwards for a moment with her eyes closed, as she brought her breathing to a more normal rate. When she did open her eyes, the irises were shot with silver, before she blinked and they were once again shades of deep brown.

"Hi Cain," she responded a bit dazedly to her name being spoken. Her head was a bit...floaty, and although the urge to stand hit her, she knew that at the moment she could not exactly trust her knees. So instead she remained seated, choosing to use part of the time to gather her wits back about her. "That had a bit of a bigger...kick then I had expected." Perhaps because it was not something done all that often, mingling different types of magic to that scale

[w_cain]

Cain took the bandage and knelt before Az to examine the cut

[az_of_the_oz]

She did not protest when Cain took away the bandage, seeing as he had two hands he could use, while she had been attempting to put it on with just one. One that was slightly shaking, her body was not used to having nearly all its usable magic drained away. In its wake was a feeling of slight emptiness, as if her veins were running dry, it was odd to say the least

[w_cain]

"Experience? Kid, for some reason I appear to be fates favorite joke right now. But I'm better off than some." He could be back in the suit for real. At times he was afraid this was all a dream, terrors, annoyances and all, and he would wake up back there anyway

[az_of_the_oz]

Rouge darkened lips quirked in understanding as she pulled herself up and back to lean against the headboard behind her, before she shrugged one shoulder. "I'm not sure I believe in fate," or really anything anymore. "But we're far better off than we were." Seven weeks prior, she had been almost certain that the Witch would fulfill her plans and darken the skies of the O.Z. forever. A future so far beyond miles away from the one she was hoping for now, that it was almost impossible to contemplate

[w_cain]

Fate? He was still wobbly on that one. Wyatt and his brother had been raised in a Christian household, which was a minority in their community

[az_of_the_oz]

While she had no knowledge of what Cain had been raised with, she herself had grown up following the season-based rituals and traditions of a more Ancient religion. Magic and nature intertwined, as well as all lives were tied together by varying levels of energy and motives. Balance being the ultimate goal, but she could not quite see how what happened being part of a balancing force. For that much evil, there had to be that much good. Right?

She had barely nodded in agreement to what he said, before he got that odd look in his eye she recognized. Guilt was something she was intimately acquainted with, something quite prevalent in every breath she drew. "T-This should help," Az began tentatively, treading softly where she could easily be seen as intruding. "I didn't want," she paused, licking her bottom lip nervously as one of her hands caught the bottom of her hair. Fingers tripped over the tips of her hair as she looked away, "Him to come back." Never had she blamed Cain for Zero getting in the Palace, the Longcoat was nearly