Mikhail smirked, and his dear little fiance whispered lightly in his ear, per his request.<br/><br/>He gave a saddened look at the man before him and said in the simplest way he could,<br/><br/>"It seems, my dear friend, You are not invited. Nor is your child. Your advances on my dear love, is making her uncomfortable. Im sorry." With that he turned and strode off with the girl in tow.<br/><br/>___________________________________________________________________<br/><br/>Fisraee heard voices. So many voices. They just never stopped. Talking and talking and talking. Wedding this, flowers that. Her body ached and she felt weak, as if she was slowly withering away. She slowly opened one eye..and could see from her little green box Vashen. A slight glimmer of hope shot through her body as she saw him talking with the Mayor. It was only for a few minutes, and then the mayor moved them back down the hall, but she hoped with all her heart that he had gotten her message.<br/><br/>____________________________________________________________<br/><br/>Firrae watched from a deep corner of Fisraee's mind all that was happening. She could feel her getting weak, and remember what the beasts had said. It was obvious their prediction was happening quiet suddenly. Fis was no longer able to control her magic. It was slipping from her grasp with every ticking minute. She would give her sister back her life. She just had to wait, a little bit longer.