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[son_of_durotan]

[Thrall grunts slightly as he exits Caravaca house, wolf in tow. Covemates of the lumbering orc may notice a door that looks as if ripped off its hinges and strewn lazily aside.]

Hrm... the elements are certainly... odd, here. They're in constant flux... but I can't seem to pin it down... [He sighs slightly and pats the wolf on the head, heading

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[cetraflowergirl]

This place is beyond what you know, that which was familiar is lost. [Her wings flicker, sending fine dust everywhere.]

I too have lost touch with the earth on my arrival, it has been slow growing accustomed to it.

[son_of_durotan]

[Thrall arches an eyebrow, rather surprised and concerned about Aerith's appearance.]

Miss Aerith...? Are... Are you alright?

[cetraflowergirl]

I am well. [Her antennae twitch, her wings folding down and in. It's hard to tell where she's focusing without her having pupils, she cocks her head, considering his words.]

I no longer have the urge to steal children. It is not as good when they cannot see me. It would ruin the effort of creating a changeling to replace the child with. It is wrong to steal the children, I suppose, though I have had Marche to play with, and he is fun to fly with.

[son_of_durotan]

[Thrall places a hand on the handle of his hammer, his wolf hunkering down slightly.]

I'm afraid I don't understand what you mean...