Aderyn gave him a slow smile, "You wait too long to call, a girl might be busy." Charting the territory, considering the mages. They were easier to consider up close, though against the background of the burning power it was impossible to see anything real. One had to wonder if that had been done on purpose and was not simply a calling, a dare.<br/><br/>Her gaze shifted to Andy as she spoke, clearly more worried about potential additional trouble than the two of them. Perhaps wise. They were talking. Islwyn had shifted to lean against the doorway, his gaze seeming vacant. Waiting. He was watching the sky. Most anyone else would be slower, crawling, climbing. He murmured, "Not all need fear the light. You know well what is in your city?"<br/><br/>Aderyn ran her hand over her mohawk, "Ah I love it, you're too picky. If you weren't a mage, you'd just think I was odd. Especially compared to what IS out there. Did you not think that perhaps one who can see is one more suited to games?" The power was shining on her, soaking into her, so with an impish grin she shifted her glamour. Black hair now fell sedately to her just above her shoulders, in a stylish modern cut. Her cloak shifted to a long jacket, though of the same azure and black plaid. Boots to fashionable heels not much good for the snow. Even something about her features changed, perhaps a slight bit more tan to her skin. That change though added an almost sense of familiarity to her face. Now she seemed more fashion model than punk. "Though perhaps I mistake your meaning, are you asking for more glamour or less?"<br/><br/>Islwyn answered the next statement, "It's not us. Not ours, that are taking." His empty hands lifted, open and his brows arched. He seemed as unworried about being caught as she. "It has stuck to the lessor thus far it appears. Are you kind of heart human, to wish us safety and health?"<br/><br/>Aderyn turned, chiding, "Islwyn, only 'the micks' he says? You've been doing a poor job, your ancestors will be ashamed."<br/><br/>A flash of teeth, an answering grin, "I'm not the Raven to sweep terror before my wings."<br/><br/>Aderyn held up a finger, giving him a point, "True. You're more likely to glue someone's feet to the ground and laugh when they hit their nose." Then stab them in the back, but that didn't need mentioning. She wandered closer to the man and stopped. Her head cocked curiously to one side as she studied him, "So do you hope we have information? Or are you just a curious human?"