No sooner had she taken a step towards the cellar, would she be pulled back by a pair of strong femine hands clasped around her waist. Alura's body being pressed against the catgirl's behind her, the faes head set to rest against the softness of her impressive breasts. Her wings spread slightly, only to curl inwards behind her, wrapping around the sides of Meera's body in a sort of backwards hug. Their glittering surface pulsed with soothing warmth, the powder that seems to shimmer and shine on every inch, gives a pleasant little tingle, a surge of magic to every place it touches, all and all it felt rather good to be touched by those delicate extremities. Even Alura shudders softly as her wings touch the catgirl, they being oh so very sensitive, so fragile, so delicate. Leaning back in her embrace as the others proceed ahead, she turns to whisper one final piece "I'll keep you safe." she assures her, sensing her apprehension around Thygor.<br/><br/>with one final look to the elf, Alura heads on into the cellar. She was curious to see just what that one was about, to learn where she had come from, and what sort of bargain she wished to offer. Harming Meera was of course out of the question, for despite whatever the neko had done before Alura arrived, she was her friend now, a friend to her sister, why they had all gotten along so well it's a wonder that Meera wasn't her sister.<br/><br/>The nickname Thygor had given her sister was cute she had to admit, though not anymore so than the term morsels which he previously referred to them by. It still made her skin crawl, and she still did not trust him. But if it would allow Anastasia to rest easier when he was near, there was good in it....at least until the reptile decided to overstep his bounds.<br/><br/>Catching up with the other, Alura finds the cellar to be normal enough. It wasn't so much the location though that was special, rather it was the magic she could sense, almost taste in the air.. a magic which while invigorating the closer she got, her magically attuned body much more sensitive to the affects than most of those around her....a magic that seemed wrong. She couldn't put her finger on it but something was off about it, something that seemed to hang on the tip of her tongue. It gave her a feeling, much like the one that settled in her stomach whenever Thygor gave her one of his hungrier little stares.<br/><br/>By the time they reach the source, the magical lock, Alura's mind is bubbling with all manner of questions and ideas...what could be behind this one...what's causing her to feel so strange? The sight of Actil, Meera's groups apprant leader is jarring at first, even moreso when the neko expresses how bad he looked, how skinny....and he was skinny. Much more so than even his slender sister, much more than any dragon, or half dragon his size. "He does look bad...how long as he been down here?" she asks, looking from him then over to the magical lock.<br/><br/>When he speaks, asking for water for someone to dab his brow, Alura nods to her sister, motioning to the waterskin and rag. "Anastasia if you would." she instructs as she too would approach the emaciated dragon. Was this all from trying to open the lock? Is this what would have happened to her or Cyria had they done the same? "Is..there anything I can do to help?" she asks cautiously, heistant to reach out and try her hand at opening it herself.<br/><br/>Alura [[   Tossing in a knowledge and a spellcraft check to see if Alura might know something to help better assess the situation, and in the event she's able to help the dragon as she'd likely be the one having to open it otherwise.<br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/262201">Knowledge Arcana</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+8</span><span style="font-weight: bold">21</span><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/262203">Spellcraft</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+11</span><span style="font-weight: bold">31</span><br/>XD another 20......Anastasia's toe nibbles have a long lasting effect....thank heavens she hasn't been shooting people with all these rolls, wouldn't be much left to take prisoner<img alt="&gt;.&gt;" src="./images/smilies/shifty.gif" title="Shifty eyes"/>]]