Mynxa stares in surprise that his hands could cover hers. They engulfed her hands perfectly. Seeming to swallow it into the space between them. She was afraid...yes. But it was not fear for herself which she held. No it was fear for her people. Where were they? Why was it so quiet? This place was usually loud, noisy and lively. So why was it so very, very quiet? She makes a clearly thinking hard face. She was visually trying to remember something but...nothing came to mind. What had happened to have her sealed in the orb of eternal protectio?<br/><br/>She blinks and looks to the hand on her cheek. Her eyes filled with curiousity and wonder. She didn't know what he was doing or why. She just kne w she wasn't feeling AS worried. She was still worried but somehow having the prescence of another calmed her. She tilts her head to the side again.<br/><br/>Staring down at the hand holding hers. She moved her gaze to meet his once more. She looks at him. Watching his every movement. She smiles a bit timidly. She wonders who he was and looks around. Trying to regain her bearings. "Quis es?" She writes it in symbols which were Atlantian as well. She was still trying though. "Who are you?" (Translation of both: Who are you?)<br/><a class="postlink" href="http://i833.photobucket.com/albums/zz260/TimeKeys/My%20album/free_2759966.jpg">[ img ]</a>