"Eeeep! W-what's that feeling? Ohhh, it feels so WET...!" Shivering slightly as if THAT would free her of the strange sensation, Meera presses herself even more tightly up against Alura's back, squeezing her in a nearly crushing embrace. In fact, it WOULD have been crushing, had it not been for the ample softness of the front of the catgirl's body "Nneeeegggghhhh...feels slimy." She complains, looking down at her arms in the faint glow of what little light filled the room, as if expecting herself to be covered in some sort of thick slime or something else of the sort. Finding herself completely un-ickied, she leans down and rests her chin against the top of Alura's head, gripping her like one might grip a teddy-bear to ward away the terrors of the night "Oh gosh...Mmmff, I'm so nervous...what'll happen?" Johan's exclaimation that the well was not a normal well only further seems to distress the neko, her tail starting to swish anxiously behind her as she gazes at the strange, glowy image of the 'magical tumblers' dancing in the air before Actil's eyes "What do you mean not normal?! T-they said this would be just a run of the mill job. Don't mess with him! Maybe it's just...I dunno, maybe it's MAGIC things! He'll be fine! We should just...go upstairs and wait! Or maybe out in the field! Or maybe we should go back to town and just...he can come get us when it's done, right?"<br/><br/>When the rush of emotions continues to wash over her, Meera shifts about nervously, staring at the little, jiggling tumbler that drew ever closer to being opened. He was going to do it! Open it! But, what was going to be behind it?! If it was 'wrong' what would happen?! Without even realizing it, she opens her mouth and slips her soft lips down around Alura's ear, encasing the tip of it in the hot, moist depths of her little maw. It was an instant comfort, and before long Meera is anxiously suckling on the little, elfin ear without a single hint of reguard for Alura's desire to be...well...'slurped.<br/><br/><br/>Despite the distraction of Meera's hot mouth and eager little suckles, and the overwhelming and strange 'feelings' emanating from the well itself, Alura manages to work the mystical energies together, and as she 'aims' it at the final tumbler, she finds that her spell...simply doesn't seem to take effect, as though the magic itself just fizzled out of existance. However, she can INSTANTLY feel a strange ethereal connection between her fingertips and the tumbler, and hardly has that connection remained for a full second, before she feels 'drained', as though she'd just been traveling through the hot sun for a full day. Sweat instantly beads her brow, and she feels the strength sap from her arms and legs in an electric shock that, had it not been for Meera's support (Or, more appropriately, her 'death grip' around the fairy's waist), likely would have ended with Alura collapsing to the floor in a heap. Still, her arm remains upraised, and she feels the connection with the tumbler solidify...<br/><br/><br/>Thygor's presence does not have the instant effect that one might have expected. When the big drake-like creature steps in front of Actil, he doesn't even seem to acknowledge his presence, his sunken eyes remaining unfocused, practically looking THROUGH the big Morgak.  It is not until his head leans down and the soft, slithery voice whispers in his ear that Actil has some reaction, his head tilting ever so slightly "Sis...ter...?" He whispers, lifting a hand and placing it gently against Thygor's jaw.<br/><br/>In that moment, a strange look crosses the young sorcerer's face, and he blinks once...twice...his eyes slowly seeming to refocus, albeit barely. Fingering at one of the spiky protrusions on the morgak's jaw, he seems to slump slightly, leaning all the more heavily against Cyria for support "Is...t-that...you...?" Groaning softly, he blinks again, unfocused eyes beginning to alight upon Thygor's fearsome features "An-" His eyes finally seem to settle, right upon the massive jawline hovering beside his face "-I-" He intakes a sharp breath, eyes growing wide in shock and fear "-el?!' It was NOT Aniel!  WHO?! WHAT?!<br/>(Thygor's intimidate was successful!)<br/>With a cry of surprise, Actil's body lurches to the side, his sapped strength no longer even capable of holding himself up. Cyria's body proves to be his only support, and he leans heavily against her, far, far lighter than he should have been. In that single instant of shock, his concentration falters, and his tenuous connection with the final tumbler nearly completely snaps.<br/><br/>Alura feels her own connection strengthen, grow...and then she feels a viscious 'jerk' inside of her as the tumbler begins to slide sideways, rapidly opening.<br/><br/>Actil was not opening the final tumbler - he was holding it shut. For what purpose?! It mattered little now, as with a ear-splitting<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">Snap</span></span>, the final tumbler clicks open...<br/><br/>....And Chaos Reigns.