Kala had been holding her breath as she waited for Gwendyn's reaction.  She didn't think she had said anything inappropriate, but who could tell?  This was foreign territory for her.  When Kalab spoke, he confirmed what she had said and her eyes slid to the Sidhe.  He did nothing more than form a hint of a smile on his face before making direction for them to take.  She let out a barely audible breath as they began to move.<br/><br/>The majority of the ride was in silence and Kala was fine with that.  She leaned in a little closer to the horse and kept her eyes ahead.  Her head was still whirling with thoughts about what had just transpired.  She still felt that she had perhaps fell into the rabbit's hole, but she was oddly calm.  Perhaps she was getting too used to the supernatural world, or perhaps it had something to do with her past.  She didn't know, but it was rare for her to panic either way.  The way she had always looked at it is that panicking never solved anything, thinking and reacting did.<br/><br/>As they drew nearer, it was as if she could feel it in her gut...a familiarity and she could have sworn for a moment, she almost felt as it something had stirred.  It was something she couldn't quite explain and for the moment, she would put it out of her head.  She had bigger problems to deal with.  They finally came to a halt and her eyes took in their surroundings.  It seemed just so....right.  She hesitated for a moment before finally slipping her body with ease off the creature she had rode on.  She gave it a gentle pat before turning once more to the gates before them.<br/><br/>She heard Kalab ask her if she remembered the way and her eyes shot to him as she took a step forward.  "How the hell would-" Her sentence was cut off as suddenly, it seemed she was being jerked back.  Physically, her body was still grounded, but it was as if her vision was narrowing and she sucked in a sharp breath.  "Kalab...I think something's wro-" Her words were once again cut off as everything went black.<br/><br/>Nehmahati had felt the call of home.  It was as if she had been waiting in the darkness, seeing everything, yet....it had been shapeless.  But once she felt the call of home, she had struggled, clawed her way to the surface.  She had known of Kala, had watched her struggle, but before now, all of it had been meaningless.  She could see the first glimpses of vision began to become clear, could feel Kala panic, fight against the inevitable.  She felt no remorse for taking hold of the girl's body because in her eyes, this body belonged just as equally to her.  And there was Kalab....he was there.  Her sweet, sweet beloved Kalab.<br/><br/>In her vision, she could see him and it helped her struggle on.  It wasn't long before she had full control of the girl's body and the expression upon her face was no longer of panic, but of a mixture of things, between triumph to sadness because of all she had missed.  Her eyes were sharp upon Kalab's face and she swore her heart swelled in her chest.  "Kalab..."  She whispered and her voice was no longer Kala's, but the deeper, more sultry voice of Nehmahati.  It had always had a hint of an eastern accent, with all the time she had spent in Egypt.<br/><br/>The energy around her had changed as well and it no longer had simply the signature of their power and species, but it was Nehmahati's entirely.  Her steps were quick now and even the way she walked was that same familiar sway, with steps like those of a feline.  She stopped mere inches from her beloved, lifting a hand towards his face.  "It has been too long...."  She whispered, fingertips softly brushing over the line of his cheek bone.  "How long has death kept us apart, my love?"  She said, her voice raising slightly.  She had almost forgotten why they were here.  At the moment, it did not matter to her.  Kalab was the only one in her vision.