Y'vaste listened with curiosity to Foran's and Dawn's words. It felt peculiar that the ramen and the human acted like they were on the same side, but perhaps it was the same self-preservation the faeries showed that drove them.<i>"t'would be the highest deceit, to turn on one you present a shrine. Treachery is the sin of man, yet you say the forest daughters plan and plot?"</i>She peered at the fey, adjusting her stance a little.<i>"The scales are left in my hands to unbalance. To pick and choose a truth, yet which will delight more when read from a page in history's books?"</i>The elf balanced her claws like a scale, peering at them with idly pressing her foot tighter against Foran's crotch while Dawn cut him lose.<i>"Perhaps I should topple it over, and claim it all. Respect. Fear. Sides of a coin. Heads or tails. I think I should chose edge."</i><br/><br/>She turned to face Darion when the warrior spoke to her, looking curious, almost amused, at first as he mentioned duty. When he called her Lilith however, it was as if he slapped her in the face.<i>"Lilith?"</i>She closed her claws, ears pointing backwards while she stared at the nude human.<i>"That name. It feels familiar..."</i>Unbalanced more by the the name than his challenge, Y'vaste slowly stepped off Foran. The name felt familiar, but Darion didn't. It left Y'vaste feeling confused, like always when she tried to remember things that had long slipped out of her mind's grasp.<i>"You know me?"</i><br/><br/>Even if he didn't, if the sense of familiarity was just a coincidence, she knew that without answers her curiosity would torment her until she forgot. Y'vaste grumbled annoyed, stepping away from Foran and waving dismissevly at the pixies.<i>"Away with you, singing stars, dawn has come and the sun is to rise. Her rays will touch only the dust if you remain and tempt my wrath. Search elsewhere for your feast, and find another goddess to enshrine. T'is not today that I'll claim divine."</i>She turned her gaze to everyone in turn after her words.<i>"Do not think this merciful, nor magnanimous. The question's you've left me bereave me of my play, and if not given, I will take their resolution."</i><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>