Watching the flame finally die, Aderyn settled comfortably to wait and watch. It only took moments though before something happened. Energy<span style="font-style: italic">poured</span>into her, one moment calm and cold and the next she was at the edge of the building having to catch herself. Her cheeks were flushed, eyes glittering. A soft thump at her side and Islwyn furled his wings, "I take it there is a change of plans."<br/><br/>Aderyn stopped herself from asking if he could feel that power. Of course he could. That's why he wasn't breaking into a vehicle. After a moment she said, "So... strong mage. Aren't you glad I didn't let you try to kill anyone?" It was almost an experiment, to see if she sounded normal. Having been so open the sudden surge of power was a bit overwhelming. It was difficult to focus with it seductively offering to fill her to overflowing.<br/><br/>"Insane mage anyway. Pity they couldn't have tried this out on the plains. We already got a good look a the city. Of course they might draw out something else. Our search was quite quick. Well at least I'll get to kill<span style="font-style: italic">something</span>, come along then." His wings flared again as he soared the gap to the other building, before masking them again, plaid cloak falling down upon his shoulders.<br/><br/>Aderyn knew it was safe enough, having had a good look around, but it still annoyed her. She followed him, moving back to the other building more subtly. Looking around, she saw Islwyn vanish off the other edge. He must have run. Idiot. Little choice then, she ran after him.<br/><br/>Islwyn landed, crouching to absorb the impact, cloak snapping down around him. Perhaps he did have something in common with cosplayers. Having been magnificent for a moment he stood and strode toward the violet fire. Light and energy poured around him as he closed, squinting his eyes slightly, despite the fact that the light was not that bright. He strolled calmly through the open balcony door, hearing the soft impact of Aderyn's feet behind him on the balcony. He lifted a finger, spun it in a circular gesture to indicate their surroundings and asked with a grin, "You got this, or you going to need some help here?"<br/><br/>Aderyn stalked into the room to stand beside him. It drove her a little crazy that Islwyn was the one to urge caution and then throw it to the winds for a little snack. Or a large snack. A deep breath lifted her shoulders slightly, followed by a slow exhale. It felt really good. She looked at the mages. The female seemed a bit horrified. So she addressed the male as the culprit, "You are unexpected."  She wondered if there was a plan behind the lure, or if he really was insane.<br/><br/>Islwyn gave a soft chuckle, "You don't expect anyone to throw a party, because you're no fun." He clearly couldn't help himself.<br/><br/>Throwing all caution to the wind didn't feel right, so she made show of inspecting the penthouse in the flickering purple light. Her steps took her from Islwyn's side by the door, farther into the room, circling inward closer to the woman. Looking at her she stated, "You'll have to forgive my brother, he has brain damage." Dark eyes shifted back to the man and she added with a sense of great mischief, "You may know the feeling."<br/><br/>Perhaps a sideways and somewhat insulting manner to ask what they were up to. It was impossible to resist teasing them though, for this cocky display of power, this lure to all who hungered. Impossible not to be slightly giddy while the power was burning, lighting the room in magic. She wondered if they'd done that on purpose, if they could know it made it difficult to feel them against their surroundings.<br/><br/>Or maybe they felt like attracting others here and would blow up the building. There were a lot of humans inside for that though. It was an odd place to send a call from. She couldn't figure it out. Annoyingly, with the humans masked against the background glare it was also difficult to hear thoughts from them, though being mages they may have protected against that already. She couldn't tell now. In any case, this would not be a private conversation.<br/><br/>Islwyn seemed to be echoing her thoughts for his own devilish glance sought her and he suggested, "Perhaps they are exhibitionists." The power was making them both giddy, making it difficult to be serious.