||EVENT|| And the days go on by...

[rowan_narrators]

The centaurs handily clean up the remnants of the battle.

Many majiks are killed; many mermaids are killed. Some -- perhaps a hundred or so -- flee to the lake surrounding the tree, and drift to the depths. Elimyr stays in her little bubble, unmoving [tag here if you want to try and get her attention, scan her through enchantment, etc.]The first

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Tobin Paap (finally!)

[cassie_of_troy]

Cassandra couldn't help but stare. She had seen centaurs before: In visions, from a great, great distance. But this was something else entirely. Even knowing that they were present still didn't make the sight any less awesome. They were everything she had imagined; majestic, strong, frightening, and in a very strange sort of way, beautiful

[rowan_narrators]

Tobin Paap was preoccupied with a particularly interesting bit of rubble. The city's walls had cracked open in quite a few different ways under the assaults of the last few days (and the last century, no doubt, as Tobin calculated that Jhelbor hadn't been abandoned much longer than that). This one, in particular, revealed quite a different picture of the demons' talent at quarrying and cutting rock than he had previously believed. Perhaps Jhelbor had been constructed by a particular master craftsman.

He felt the woman's stare on him, and proceeded to sit up, and return her stare with one of his.

Human, worldwalker, shaman. And quite stunned, as far as he could tell. Interesting.

[cassie_of_troy]

He saw her now. Her opportunity to stare was at an end. But somehow, Cassandra did not feel the loss of it so very sharply. A new opportunity was at hand and she wouldn't squander it with regret. She had already squandered quite enough of her life. And yes, she now planned to live on for quite awhile. Othyroneus would wait for her, she knew that. And he would hardly want to her to surrender.

Cassandra curtsied politely, bowing her head. She had no clear concept of the centaur hierarchy, but he exuded some sort of authority that made him seem a bit like a king compared to the others. As she straightened, she attempted to soften her expression a bit. She wasn't used to giving strangers a kind look and she knew how unsettling her eyes could be to gods and mortals alike.

"Hello," she said simply.

[rowan_narrators]

Oh, she could have kept staring. Tobin just would have stared back.

"Hello," he returned. A curtsy, very polite, so he returned one, making a sort of half-bow from the waist, courteously bending his forelegs. "And how are the worldwalkers treating this victory?" he asked, curiously. He hadn't seen a great many of them around Jhelbor.

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[melodyofwater]

Demyx had watched the entire battle, so he knew what happened- mostly. But he kind of acted like he didn't really understand, because really? He didn't know where Mikney was or why Elimyr was in a bubble... thing (though that was kind of ironic, he thought).

He helped out in what ways he could, which weren't many except keeping people entertained because after that battle, they kind of needed it. So he was around the camp, playing his lute for people when they wanted and shutting up when they were busy. And hey, he was ok with that.

Mod's Choice

[ruathanrefugee]

He was still surprised he hadn’t gotten himself killed. JY had tried to stay on the periphery of the battle. He’d never been much of a fighter in the traditional sense-traditional in his world, at least. And fighting with magic was still a far-from-natural response. How can I help? Oh, I can create a hole. Take the ground out from under the mermaids. That was far from his first instinct

[rowan_narrators]

Treena still hadn't found her mother or her brother. She'd found her father, but... she didn't want to think about that, about what had happened after - the blood and the screaming and the Witches and medics hurrying her out of the tent before she could see any more. But it had been enough. She didn't want to go back there.

She hadn't watched the smoke from the funeral pyres. She was doing her best not to look at too much of anything. The army cooks were feeding her, and the food wasn't great, but it was better than nothing.

Now she was sitting in a crack between two buildings, making little water flowers dance in the dust on the ground, and trying not to think of anything beyond that.

[ruathanrefugee]

It was the water flowers that caught his eye. He would never have noticed the girl, sandwiched between the two buildings, if there hadn't been movement in front of her. But once he noticed her-there was something melancholy about the scene. There was something poetic about it, but something almost cliched, with a young girl sitting in the dust, after a major battle, watching something surprisingly delightful. It was probably a better use of time than wandering. When he wandered, he avoided the medics' areas for a reason.

He crouched down, silently observing the water flowers for another moment but more so the girl behind them. He wanted to give her a chance to notice him. "Is that you making them move?". Hopefully that was innocuous enough. He was never sure about startling a child.

[rowan_narrators]

Treena had no idea that she was a cliche, and even if she had known, it wouldn't have made her feel any better. Hundreds of children probably lost parents in this latest round of fighting. Thousands, maybe even hundreds of thousands since the beginning of the war all those years ago. It didn't make her feel any better, knowing that her circumstances were normal and utterly mundane. She still didn't have a father, and she still didn't know where her mother and brother were.

"Yes." She couldn't do anything useful, all she could do was try and distract herself with hollow, meaningless amusements that didn't actually amuse. She wanted a home to go back to. She wanted to know what she was supposed to do now, but she had nothing. Nothing but silly little dancing flowers. "I'm water and air."

[simply_resume]

Robbie hadn't gotten anywhere near Elimyr during the battle. He wasn't a fool. Despite the amount of power he seemed to have, he couldn't touch her. Only Mikney had been able to. The first of his kind. Elimyr was the second.

Even now that she was contained, he hadn't intended to come near her. He had a job to do. A battle like that left a lot of disturbed spirits, and one by one he'd been laying them to rest. It was a ghost that had drawn him near her, and he barely glanced at her as he went on his way.

That was all it took.

Briony.

No. She couldn't...

That was a man out there with his face. This was no different. He knew that, but that didn't make the sudden tangle of shock and anger and deep, aching loss any easier to bear. He didn't -- he couldn't -- He had to leave.

Lhoral

[that_hedgehog]

After the battle, Sonic had needed some time alone. So he'd run: all the way to the ruins of Mage City and back again, a couple of times. Though when he'd gotten tired of seeing all that desolation over and over again, his head still wasn't entirely clear.

So now, he was trying something different. He was standing still.

He stood in one of Jhelbor's alleyways, half-concealed by shadows, in one of the simpler stances Lhoral had taught him in the too-short time she'd had to teach him before the oasis. Just standing and watching the world go by him at its own pace.

[rowan_narrators]

Lhoral almost didn't see him, there, which, in and of itself, was impressive. But she was observant, and he was a giant blue hedgehog, and sometimes these things just take care of themselves.

She paused, for a moment, not really wanting to disturb him -- and turned away, starting to leave. She wasn't really sure what kind of friendship she might have with him now.

[that_hedgehog]

Sonic almost didn't see her, not until she started to turn away. But she was pretty recognizable herself -- it was the hair.

He moved, at something not much faster than a quick jog, to catch up with her. "Lhoral!" Sonic was smiling. He hadn't seen her for what felt like a long time. "Starshine." It could be used as a greeting, right?

[rowan_narrators]

Lhoral smiled and inclined her head. "Starshine, Sonic." She was glad to see he wasn't hurt. "You've been practicing." She was also glad to see that he hadn't disregarded the small amount of training she'd been able to give him.