Alaiariash turned her head slightly to the side regarding the exchange between child and adult with a small smile curving her lips, warm and welcoming. The smile never reached the cold empty night of her eyes. The swirl of otherworldly colors swimming in their depths held nothing of human understanding. There was simply a strangeness to her, an alienness that made her not quite right. Something that spoke of a being not of this world, but something entirely other. Devoid of life as we understand it. The green woman watched Mystique. Her eyes never leaving her. Even as Eduian spoke. Even as she nodded to his words. Eduian wasn't the focus of her interest Mystique and the child were.<br/><br/>Eduian regarded Mystique and rose with a soft expression of understanding and concern. He fully understood the shock of this sudden appearance. Of being thrust into a world one barely understood. A world one barely grasped the rules of. To not know what you were deal with it. It frustrated him that he could do nothing, but stand by and watch. All these emotions shone clear as day on his face. Eduian might be a politician, but he had never mastered the ability to be emotionless. He was for all intensive purposes a man who knew the plays of power. This woman whoever she really was, or whatever she was, had more power than any Magea Eduian had ever seen, she was pure magic.<br/><br/>The woman smiled as Mystique began to repeat the words she had earlier spoke. Her smile widening as  Mystique went on. Encouraging her. The smile had faded earlier as Mystique had seemed lost. Now though it returned as Mystique seemed to finally come to terms with things.<br/><br/><span style="color: #00FF00">I am the guardian of Ediaz. Ediaz is this planet. You are correct Mystique, but only in part. What you know now is a fraction of what there is to learn. Come. Come and I will take you to my home. My city. I will show you the glory of Ediaz, and the others will continue what I have started here this day.</span><br/><br/>Alai held out her hand as if to offer it to Mystique, even knowing that she could never know the feel of another's flesh on her own. That anything in the material world would pass straight through her. That she was purely energy and could never touch. Never know comforts we take for granted every day. The simple touch of another being. For Alai that along with emotions, memories, and experiences of her own would never be hers to know. Alai was nothing more than a living hologram.