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[opal_escort]

A blond, blue-eyed young man wearing a First Escort's ring on his left hand an an Opal on his right turns a corner and steps into the main room. He doesn't notice at first, because he's looking back over his shoulder and laughing at something one of the girls has said. When he noticed the abrupt change in surroundings he stops dead, looks around

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[sweariwontdie]

Armand recognizes at least one of the names the young man is calling. He heard the voice all the way in the kitchen. He looks out into the main room to see who it is. "Have you lost her, monsieur?" It's hard to imagine Karla being lost.

[opal_escort]

He's surprised to see Armand, simply because he doesn't recognize him. "Mother Night, I've lost the whole Keep. Is Karla here, have you seen her?" He'll worry about where he is when he knows Karla's alright, he may only be a Warlord but he can be as protective as any Prince when it comes to his cousin, even if she does wear the darker Jewel.

[sweariwontdie]

Just one look at Armand screams 'landen' though he seems completely non-plussed to meet someone of Blood. "How should I know? She doesn't stay in one place. Have you tried looking up a tree or in the lake?"

There is something magical about him, but not in him or recognizably Craft. He's wearing a ring on his right hand with protective magic in it. And there is something up his sleeve that exudes a small amount of soothing magic.

[opal_escort]

That's definately Karla alright, and he calms a (very) little. "But she is here somewhere? She's alright?" He does pick up the scent of strange magic, which he'll have to look into...as soon as he finds out where his cousin's gotten to.

[glacianbitch]

Karla is reading when she hears a familiar voice calling her name. Her head jerks up and she throws the book aside, vanishing it absently even as she's running through the halls. With an effort, she skids to a slower, dignified walk and sweeps into the entrance hall. Trying not throw herself at Morton and give him a grateful embrace, she leans against a wall and assumes a casual grin. "Kiss kiss, cousin."

[opal_escort]

"Karla!" He manages to keep himself from running at her but his stride is quick and he doesn't bother to resist pulling her into a tight, protective hug. "Mother Night, Karla, what's going on? We were just in the Keep, how long have you been here?"

[glacianbitch]

Gratefully, she pulls him into a hug and buries her face in his shoulder, breathing in the soothing Morton-smell of him. "I've been here a while," she says breathlessly. "I don't really know what this place is. I've missed you so much," she adds. "Even if Jaenelle and Lucivar and everyone are here, it's never home without you."

[opal_escort]

"Well, I'm here now," he soothes, holding her tight. He's silent for a few moments, considering everything, before he kisses her head lightly and asks. "How long is 'a while?' A moment ago we were all at the Hall. No one's had time to go missing."

[ebonyjaenelle72]

Jaenelle hears her name and grins broadly. She's not far from the entrance hall, so she strolls in and taps her foot carefully on the floor. "I'm right here, Morton," she says brightly, her eyes shining. "No need to yell."

[opal_escort]

When he sees Jaenelle and can confirm with his own eyes that she's well and in good humor he forces himself to lets himself relax a bit. "Jaenelle. Are you alright? What's going on?"

[ebonyjaenelle72]

"Yeah," she says, grinning at him. "I'm all right. I was just as bothered by the change in scenery as you are, but nearly everyone's here, anyway. Well, not everyone. But Karla, and Saetan, and Lucivar and Marian are all here. And probably others I haven't met yet."

[opal_escort]

Knowing that Jaenelle and Karla haven't been there alone and undefended does help reassure him, especially since it was Saetan and Lucivar. "That's good." He pauses for a moment before finally asking the question that's been nagging at the back of his mind since arriving. "...Where is here?"

[fiesty_eyrien]

Here's a young winged woman, balancing a squirming baby on her hip -- or attempting to, at least.

"No need to yell, Morton, I'm sure Jaenelle can hear you."

[opal_escort]

He nods with an almost sheepish smile. "I know, I've seen her. I was just startled when I found myself here instead of where I was supposed to be and I didn't know what happened to anyone else." He rakes a hand through his hair, still just a little unsettled but not admitting it. "How are you, Marian?"

[fiesty_eyrien]

"I'm well! So is Daemonar, obviously." The baby's cooing and grinning at Morton. "What about you?"

[opal_escort]

"Obviously. I'm alright, now that I've found Karla and Jaenelle and I know they're alright." He grins and tickles Daemonar under the chin. "And what've you been up to, little man? Have you been good for your mom?"