Rosa
*Oblivious to Juna's considerations of how close they were to her camp, Ehakli just kept her eyes forward, eager to find some water to drink, and perhaps wash of the stink of travel she made coming down from Pepor. She listened with simple curiosity of Juna's recollection.* "A useful array of practical incantations. I remember seeing much of those sorts of expresions invading the beastfolk lands of the west." *A small sigh* "A great many lost a lot more than their magic that year as well. We truly do live in a violent world, do we not Miss Juna?" 

"Oh, is that it just ahead? I think I can hear water." *The elf's pace quickened just a hair.* "Well, at least you managed to survive it, and can spend your remaining years taking back what you've lost, and learning anew. Not to mention having the inspiring company of yours truly giving the occasional visit, why surely its only a matter of time before some of my confidence rubs off on you, and you'll have the whole of Ramul Ta bending its mana through your little sharp claws." *She said with a cheeky smirk.*
Michelle
*Juna's ears would lower slightly at the mention of magic being used to invade Beastkin lands. She had never visited the place herself, though it didn't particularly make her feel better in knowing that magic was used for such ill intent. Maybe she was just lucky to have any magic to begin with, but now in living out in the forests she had given up that freedom.*"Is it wrong that... I still miss being able to use it... Sometimes..."*She'd ask the Elf self-consciously. To be able to feel the mana flowing through her as she granted herself protection from any attack was magical on its own. Her spirit wolves were the last spell she ever casted and from then on, she had never felt more alone being out here.

She was broken away from her thoughts as Ehakli mentioned the brook, soon refocusing ahead as she came to realize just how close they were drawing to her camp. With a dip of her head in acknowledgement to Ehakli's words, she'd gesture ahead to the clearing just beyond where they stood.*"This is... My camp... I...Decided to build it along a brook to make for easier water access..."*She'd announce. The camp was nothing too grand outside of the large wooden tent and burned out campfire that sat in the center. Claw marks were etched vigorously into the different trees surrounding the camp as if someone had waged war against the bits of nature and claimed its victory of it in the marks left.*"The brook is just past here..."*She'd say, pointing to the opposite side of the camp were the water was at its loudest, albeit not loud like a waterfall, but enough to catch one's attention. She'd tilt her head back towards Ehakli after in hearing her words about occasionally visiting as well as a Juna taking back what she lost.*"But... How will I be able to do that...?"*She'd ask the woman as if regaining her old magical capabilities was a more daunting task in the way Juna typically made things for herself.*
Rosa
*Ehakli flopped her free hand palm-up* "Well of course it's not wrong to miss such a thing," *Her tone sounding as the the notion it being so an inheritently absurd thing.* "To be able to maniuplate the world around us like a painter with a canvas, it would be like a singer losing their voice, worse than that really." 

*She seemed to have more to say on the matter, but the sight of Juna's camp was far too distracting. Her eyes went a little wide with a strange playful delight at the sight of it, the structure the canifor had made for themselves. She idly wondered how good a carpenter she might have been, but it seemed servicable enough. Ehakli traced her fingers at one of the claw-ravaged trees, her brow twisting a bit. "Yes, perhaps the bookmarks were a good idea indeed." *She muttered to herself.*

*The tholian turned to Juna.* "*Well*, you simply endeavor to do so, Miss Juna. You've done it before, so you must remember the motions. You simply practice, and keep practicing, finding your determination and resolve until you break through whatever is blocking your flow of mana." *She looked back at the camp.* "And to think you have such a quaint little place to do so in peace." *Her eyes darted about, taking note of the details around the area, retracing her steps to discern what direction this must have been off the path she took to look for her.*
Michelle
*She'd look at her own hand as Ehakli mentioned having to remember the motions and how she managed to cast in the first place. In all reality, she wasn't too sure how. It simply came to her, though maybe practicing similar moves to what she's done before would help jog her memory. She'd walk into the center of her camp, coming to sit down at the unlit campfire while Juniper and Jace would wander about the area. She'd place the book she was handed down next to her, a curious tilt in her head as she wondered what sort of information it could contain. Perhaps it was a read for later in the night or another day all together.*

"Have you ever lost your mana before?"*Juna would ask her. Part of her curious in the Elf's own history with her magic. The Canifor was sure magic came more naturally with Elves, at least it wasn't often she saw beastkin with it. If she ever saw beastkin at all. They were often more physical with fighting, though Juna preferred to keep her distance. At least now she had an option for fighting up close. With Ehakli bringing up the camp, Juna would alter her gaze away from the Elf.*"I've had a lot of help on working on it... My original set up wasn't the most study but... Now I think it'll hold its own much better..."
Rosa
*Ehakli nodded at the progression of the building skills as she began unfastening her armor's bindings, giving a hum in acknowledgement, before answering her question.* "Not without my consent, no. There are a few old rites of Osin that I used to participate in years ago where you offer all your mana to the sea at midnight each night for a month for the Serpent to swallow it. It was both an homage and meant to teach lessons of adapting without it. Truth be told I mostly ever did it for the wild parties that often would come with it," *A smirk spread as some memories returned.* "But there was one time about a century and a half ago I participated in it for a full year while I prepared for a war my father sent me on. I thought it would make me a better swordarm, but mostly I think it just helped me develop the drop in sanity one must need for long, bloody campaigns. I wonder if they still make those drugs." *She then shook her head and lifted her maille and leather off over her head.* "How deep is that brook of yours?"
Michelle
*Juna would look at her with a face full of confusion. They had rituals for giving up magic? Maybe there was a lot she still had left to learn, though there was something oddly familiar about the name Ehakli kept mentioning.*"Lord... Osin...?"*Osin. Osin. Where did she hear that before? Juna would grow lost in thought for a while, racking her brain of a memory she didn't know she was about to hate resurfacing. Once more her thoughts were broken from Ehakli's question.*"Oh... Not too deep... Just less than a meter or so..."*She'd answer. The Canifor was never a fan of water that was deep enough for her to sink under. It was always a lasting fear of her potentially drowning in it, but the brook wasn't deep enough for such, which left her with better confidence in living around it at least.*
Corrin
"Yes, the goddess Osin, the Serpent, Her lessons teach us of death and life, of wisdom in travel, and of the necessity of change." *Ehakli spoke with a tone of reverence as she began disrobing, a silvery tattoo on her back displaying a snake draped in robing, a coin in it's fanged mouth, but it was only a fleeting glimpse, as the gentle, eerie whispers of spirits returned to her, encircling around the tholian with the linens trailing behind them a shifting dressing room that depicting that same serpent but with blue roses and thorns. When she had finished, the spirits closed in, draping the spinning linens onto her before vanishing in her thanks and dismissal.* "That should be deep enough for a drink and quick wash. I shall return shortly, dear." *She then stepped on where her ears would tell her the brook would be.*
Michelle
*Again, the name sounded so familiar. She simply couldn't recall. With Ehakli showing the tattoo, Juna would fall into a stunned silence, watching as she'd quickly change clothes before announcing her heading off to the brook. Now that Ehakli was gone, Juna was left to her own thoughts. Osin. Lord Osin. There were people that mentioned him before. People. Elves. She met Elves before that mentioned them. Juna fell still for a moment, suddenly being dragged back to the memory of the monastery. The Elves there that claimed to have Lord Osin's blessing. The merciless fight between the Vampiress and group of elves that lead Juna to flee from the scene. Her fur would fluff up. She was one of them. Surely not though. They were all Lathians? At least she thought. Were there other elves that she missed? Were they coming after her? No, wait she met this Tholian before the events at the Monastery, so surely not. Unless."*Juna would scoot away from the fire, her thoughts counteracting one another in the memory flooding the emotion of her failures back into her. She's a friend, she's a friend, she's a friend. The Canifor wanted to believe. But how many supposed friends had turned against her in the past? Oh, why did she have to bring her to her camp?*
Rosa
*Though Juna was left alone in her with her fearful concerns, her excellent hearing could pick up the singing of Ehakli as the tholian bathed off in the distance. What first started as a simple home, Ehakli must have been encouraged in the reminder of her faith, singing an old silnarian song of two heroes who became lovers, named Éliara and Aefyr. A song of sweet and beautiful adventures, that gave life and safe travel for many, but the song ends in Aefyr's murder of his lover, for the change of Osin. *For Osin, for Osin, for Osin* The song would go on, the tune carrying an eerie prettiness despite the morbid notion of sacrificing one's beloved.*

*Ehakli would eventually return, having wrapped and tied the ghost-returned linens in a Hombaxian styled toga of sorts.* "Much better, thank you Miss Juna." She said in passing, stepping bare foot to her horse, unfastening a pavisse shield with an reflective surface, taking it with a sharp knife over to one of the clawed trees. She propped the shield up against it, digging its point into the earth, and using it as a mirror as she idly spread out her hair, looking for specific locks she noticed in the brook, using the knife to trim certain length of her white hair, humming that same tune.*
Michelle
*Juna would tug her ears down to the side of her head as she'd hear the woman distantly sing about the god that left a hidden memory within her. She didn't do anything wrong, she tried to warn them, yes she took the job, but she tried to go peacefully. There was no stopping the images of the two fighting one another, the Canifor leaving her companion to fall with her not being able to react in time to them trying to kill each other. So many fights that could have been avoided. Did any of the elves survived after they left? They're not going to come back for her from association, right? Being so distracted by her own thoughts she didn't notice Ehakli returning back to the camp, letting out an instinctual yelp as the Elf's words would meet her ears in much closer proximity.

Her eyes would flash up to the woman, her body shrinking back a bit as she'd idly watch her go to work on her hair. Juna wouldn't alter her gaze off the Tholian, staring for much longer than she thought she was. Somewhere in the back of her mind she must have reached for her staff for she couldn't exactly remember how it got in her hand. Jace would look towards her from where he was laying in the grass, clearly picking up on Juna's silent tension. In the back of the Canifor's mind she could envision the Tholian as one of the wolves she'd seen haunting her in her nightmares. A wolf as tricky as a fox, questionably a wolf at all. A false friend so to speak. Has this one come back to her for payback on others that may not have made it out alive? She wasn't too sure.*
Rosa
*Ehakli flicked cut strands of white off into the wind, inspecting her hair for a bit longer, occasionally eyeing the canifor in the reflective surface of her mirrored shield. A brow raised, she let her humming turned into muted song again, though the lyrics much different, stories of the ancients archers protecting the faithful in their vigil in bough of Silnaria's emerald forests. A precaution of her own, as ash formed into bone of a few skeletal archers hidden among the branches, unmoving in the perfect silence of death.* 

"Is everything alright, dear?" *Ehakli summoned the strength of her many years playing courtier to not sound as alarmed as her heartbeat. The canifor looked alarmed as if there was a threat coming near, but while Juna's ears were sharp, Ehakli's tholian eyes were adept at reading faces, and she did not like what Juna's face told her.*
Michelle
*Juna had frozen completely, Ehakli's words reaching her ears in sounding more distant than she was. Her grip tightened on her staff, claws sliding out to scrape against metal in her silent battle of deciding whether or not to use it. Part of her suggested to go through with the idea, the other wanted to hold faith that someone wouldn't go this out of their way to hurt her.*"Fine..."*She'd say in a stale tone.*"I'm just... Going to wash off Juniper..."*Slowly but surely, Juna would get up from where she sat. She'd go to Juniper, eyes hardly wanting her to turn her head back to the woman as she'd quickly usher her Airstrider away.

Jace would look between the two, soon getting up to follow his owner and her bird to what would appear to be the brook in the direction they were heading in. She'd vanish off beyond the line of trees, occasionally looking behind her in half expecting the woman to follow her with whatever paranoia her words had seemingly inflicted on the Beastkin.*
Corrin
EA: *In the tense moment, Ehakli simply watched Juna in silence, giving just a faint nod of her head in acknowledgment. When the canifor had disappeared with her menagerie, the tholian took a deep breath, and loosened her grip on her knife a bit. "What a troubled girl.." She'd mutter quietly to herself, making a gesture to send the hidden bones back to ash, back to nothingness.*

*She then moved to change into a fresh set of clothes from her horse's packs, stowing her dirty set, and redonning her armor. Shield strapped to her back this time, she mounted Dunkhi, and drew her wand. In the air in the middle of Juna's camp, she drew a large scroll in illusion, scribbling from a few meters away it's silnarian calligraphy, before giving her horse a kick and riding off.*

*When Juna returns, the illusionary script awaited her.*

```Dearest Juna of the Forest,

While I greatly enjoyed sharing your company again, I cannot help but feel I have offended you in some manner. I know not what troubles you, my friend, but it strongly felt that my presence in your hidden away camp has generated a great disturbance. I wish no rift to form between us, it is rare that I have an opportunity to make friendship outside of the necessity of exchange and matters politic. I shall ride a different direction from this place until I meet a path, road, river or coast, and find my way to Vuni from wherever I end up, in hopes to lose bearing of the location of your home for your peace of mind. 

If I am the fool who misjudges this situation, you can find me in Pepor for the most part, though I shall not be returning home for several months. Farewell, my friend. Enjoy the book in your free time between regaining your mana and further developing your kinship with your animal companion. You're going to be an excellent rider for Juniper.

-Ehakli du Aibaer```
Michelle
*Juna would make her way down to the brook, looking behind herself once more before finally letting go of Juniper and dropping down to her knees in mild defeat. She'd stare out into the rippling water, bringing a hand to her head as if in a mild headache. Ehakli was nowhere to be seen behind her, merely just her Airstrider and Jackal for company. She wasn't being followed nor attacked out of the blue. Why was she so tempted to hurt her? Has she grown so distrustful that even her friends seemed like enemies to her? Was it so hard for her to accept someone as trusting enough despite whatever connections they may have to her irrational way of storing her memories within her.*"What is wrong with me...?"*She whined to herself. No one to answer her, no one that can fix her deteriorating way of thinking. Things seemed so much easier before. Now she couldn't pick friend from enemy anymore. She quivered upon looking at her own reflection, the shadowing darkening her to the point where it was hard to tell where her fur ended and macenized side began. Was this why her kind acted this way when she met them? She'd cup her hands in the water splashing it in her face to bring her back down to reality. There were no wolves, there was no one hunting her down, and the elves, well they were probably doing their own thing still, if they were still alive that is. She'd tell herself this, she'd remind herself on loop as she'd shakily get up and turn around to return to her camp, albeit more shakily in her recovering from the shock of it.*

*Her hand would meet the trunk of one of the scratched up trees, eventually her finally looking towards the clearing.*"Ehakli I-"*She began, soon noticing the Elf had left in her absence. The Canifor would look around the camp, entering the clearing in her walking around before soon coming to notice the scroll left in the area. She'd read it over, the words left behind playing out in the voice of the Tholian as her dripping wet ears would lower the further down she got on the page. She'd reach out to touch the scroll, the illusion vanishing just as the Dark Elf had. She messed up, so very badly she messed up.

How could she possibly go back there? For whatever sanity she had left in her how could she return to that place? She wouldn't have much of a choice if she wanted to fix her mistake. Could she even fix it? There was a weight of hopelessness that sat in Juna's chest, forcing her to draw her knees to her in all that she had left to feel safe in this violent world, a feeble ball with a heavily shattered mind. It would be a lie to say she didn't shed a few tears from her own hopelessness, the misfortune driving her much harder than any blessing could at this point in her life. What could she do about it anyways? She was simply a Canifor, a Canifor imprisoned by her own fears.*