With keen avian eyes fixated on Ambrosia and the red haired woman before her, it doesn't take Xarithe long to adapt to the change in reality. The illusion unveiling to reveal that, just as they had anticipated the priestess, whom promptly engages the wayward fairy, was accompanied by a second female, whom Xarithe immediately recognizes to be the sibling of the woman he so recently left in the care of his serpent. This second woman, though possessed of an outward likeness of Miria, displayed level of aggression far exceeded that of her sibling. Xarithe hardly having enough time to alter his course, before an explosion of great force detonates behind him, singing his tail feathers in the process.<br/><br/>Under any other circumstances Xarithe would have loved nothing more then the opportunity to chat with this woman as well, to explain to her that her sister was well, to take some time to get to know her and what type of person she may be. Though the moment he heard the pained cry from Albali, the druid's predatory eyes quickly narrow with concern, his heart filled with a sense of urgency, as the mere sight of the smoldering elf, and her fallen companion was enough to make him go white in the face.....where it not covered conveniently by feathers. There was no time to waist, this Xarithe knew, for Albali and Ain would not fair well from a second magical onslaught.<br/><br/>Knowing the rest of his allies would not be able to reach the tattooed woman in time, (It's all up to me....I'm the only one with a hope of reaching her...of distracting, or averting her attention from those gathered at the door....I have to....for Albali and Ain's sake!) the realization setting in as his focus shifts from watching Ambrosia's back, to protecting which could very well be the very life of the witch and her companion.  (Ambrosia.....will be fine...) he convinces himself as he gives several flaps of his powerful wings. Quickly sending his small body cutting through the open air like a knife. His razor sharp beak the tip as he zero's in on the tattooed woman across the room. Soaring above the alter, and the pit of mysterious goop alike, Xarithe rapidly closes the distance between them. (Almost there....Almost there...) he braces himself, remaining silent until he was nearly within striking distance, finally screeching out, releasing the distinct sound that only a raptor could produce as he aims to draw the attention of the admittedly gorgeous woman.<br/><br/><br/><br/>Xarithe<div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Taking a double move to fly over to N-14</div></div></div>