The young woman Diarah awoke in the big, warm bed that resided in the room she had been assigned. The woman gazed up in to the face of a maidservant, who said in a soft voice "Miss, the morning meal will be ready soon" before retreating from the room. Diarah pushed herself up in to a sitting position in the bed, the thick blankets covering her sliding down to her waist, exposing her chest and what little breasts she had.<br/><br/>As her gaze swept around the room, there were multiple things the young girl noticed. The first was the fire burning and the warmth that came with it.<i>The Hyldnir must have lit it before waking me</i>. The second was her robes, which sat folded neatly on the chair the strange old man had occupied the night before. From the looks of things, they had been mended. The third was a dull throbbing in her forehead. The young girl lifted her hand to her head and her fingers ran over the gash that by now must have closed up, as it wasn't bleeding.<br/><br/>She rose from the bed, throwing the covers back, and reached down to pick up her brazier and panties, which she slipped on quickly. She then began to move over to the chair where her robes lay, only to stop when her path crossed the mirror. Diarah gazed at her reflection, especially her face, which was covered in dried blood.<i>Ugh...</i>she thought.<i>I'll need to fix that.</i>Foregoing her robes for now, the young, mentally scarred woman moved over to the wash basin, finding - thankfully - some warm water to wash her face with. It stung a little as she washed the dried blood away from her face and cut, and as she did so she began to see the true extent of the damage in the mirror.<i>Minor</i>, she thought.<br/><br/>When all the blood had been washed away, the young woman called on her shadowy powers, weaving them perfectly, and in mere moments a small green gem appeared in her hand. She closed her fingers around it and tapped in to its power, sighing as she felt the gash on her forehead knit itself together and the gem in her hand dissipate as if it'd never been.<br/><br/>After putting her dark robe on and walking down to main room, Incubus in tow, this morning blessedly - but suspiciously - quiet, Diarah found herself gazing at a gigantic meal that her and her companions had no true hope of finishing. She seemed to be absorbed in the huge Vrykul's stories, giggling, gasping and cringing in all the right areas, her mask of shy, youthful innocence in place perfectly once more. She found herself eating a surprising amount of the wonderfully tasting food, a ravenous hunger overtaking her.<br/><br/>The moment she stepped outside, Diarah shivered, wishing her warm hooded cloak hadn't been lost in the Zeppelin crash. She hugged herself against the cold as they made their way towards the eastern "gate", and when they arrived and the Hyldnir commented, she smiled shyly and nodded. It annoyed her that she was unable to discern whether or not the Vrykul woman hated them or not, however she would find out soon enough.<br/><br/>Through all this, she still could not shake the sense of excitement held deep within her from the night before, or the sense of companionship the feeling of another being so like her in her mind created.<i>I can not wait to test out these new powers...</i><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>