<strong>Aryia<br/></strong><br/><br/><div align="center">(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cDqegufuyrU/SSHKsr6koKI/AAAAAAAABAs/63aa-IAhyhM/s400/outdoorbedroom.gif)</div><br/>Aryia had found an outdoor bedroom area that seemed to be shielded by the wind which had an outstanding view. Quickly she had placed all map cases, scrolls and writing paraphernalia on the bench in a room nearby using smoothed rocks as paperweights.  She had sent a statue to message Tarot requesting training of Ghost sword, a spell he was highly familiar with, something about it made Aryia believe it could come in handy one day.<br/><br/>There were several training areas but learning with other swordsman would give Aryia some idea of what instincts to instill in the Ghost sword, but that only made sense once you could cast the spell at all and for that she needed Tarot first, refining what it can do can come later. Aryia hoped to join Akara and Angela in the training courtyard but it only made sense if Tarot was there ... damn the libido of the man. Aryia smirked. Couldn't really blame him his lanley was lovely.<br/><br/>She felt sorry for Angela, who knew how hard Akara would be pushing her, if she was to live - quite a lot Aryia could imagine. She doubted Angela would have the energy to do anything other than sleep after whatever training sessions the swordmistress had in mind. Still not all problems were Aryia's to solve, She would meet them all for the kings dinner soon enough ... Hopefully Tarot wouldn't miss it, he was so busy bunting his lanley no doubt he would forget to even rock up to see his king. And if he could ignore his king, the likelihood of him ignoring Aryia's training requests was pretty much certain.<br/>Either way, only time would tell.<br/><br/><strong>Angela</strong><br/><br/>The training session was over, well it may not have been to Akara hopes, but Angela was exhausted and no longer move,<br/>her whole body was shivering from excersion and most frustratingly Akara looked like she had just woken up from a beauty nap, the contrast couldn't have been more striking, much to Angela's annoyance.<br/><br/>Still Akara had taught her ALOT about footwork, and mainly focused on having Angela learning instinctive footsteps that would prevent her tripping herself over or unbalancing if she suddenly had to fend off blows from unpredictable directions. Not that much swordwork this time, well a little swordplay, mainly how to hold it and very basic attacks, parrying and counterblows, but strangely to Angela, who thought her footwork would have been fine due to being a good dancer, what motions look great in dancing doesn't give you a sure footing in combat, still some simularities existed, sense of balance and momentum was one, orientation after spinning another....<br/><br/>But Damn Akara was good ... and thankfully not as nasty as she had imagined, many times her teacher could have got angry at Angela being so easily winded, how many trips to the cold bowel of water she had taken was hard to count. But Akara waited patiently, and some presses of the hand to reassure her that Akara understood Angela was giving it her all was comforting and more than welcome.<br/><br/>"Oh Akara, my body just can move" Angela said through labored gasps "I know you want to do more and push me harder, but I fear I will just collapse, I can barely walk, I have bruises everywhere from falling, and I thought I was quick on my feet. I am a good dancer ! Being unbalanced so easily by you is insulting. But well, unlearning the wrong habits that don't work in combat takes time and thankyou. I have a feeling its not going to get easier.... "<br/><br/>They had been at it some time and the sky did reveal that they should be making their way to the Elder's palace<br/>if they did hope to make it to the kings diner... .<br/><br/><strong>Ravus</strong><br/><br/><div align="center">(http://api.ning.com/files/3gp3rKrhEA6SlpECSxHqGOXUQvntb0YooBDAjMpvmxDETsrXc*oo-m38bztuxnRjUMK3TTWOajAlJerxZD7pisTvy*ys8l-y/digital_CG_art_Fairy.jpg?width=737&amp;height=460)</div><br/>"If he is dead he will re-incarnate again with those that hold him dear like yourself, What is lost can be found again, what is like a son can be like something else also. if he is alive then with the help of the elders you will be re-united. There are always ways if changing things really does consume you so"<br/><br/>The fairy left her swing and approached the main. She was the full size of a normal person still she had fairy wings that flittered as if itching to take flight.<br/><br/>"Oh mortal's and their obsession with change .. again, lives so short time should be to enjoy what is not change what is. Weird. And judgements too now ? Life thoughts stuffed with judgements and plans of change. Hmm never heard that before, oh yes I have, same beast, many faces raising its head again to those feeling its so unique because it concerns themselves.<br/><br/>But really accused of Treason ? Oh silly ! fairys are accused of SO much more, do you see that keeping us quivering so tho ? No ? " she quivered her wings while smiling broadly<br/><br/>"Worse things than accusations occur which upsets people a lot less than you .. and judgements from judgmental people, they deserve judgement they get judgement, those that dont judge dont receive it in the way that it hurts you now ... as they don't judge themselves or their own actions we just are, choice perhaps is the illusion, we were our magnificent selves then, are ourselves now.. which is the only real view I feel.<br/><br/>All reality is how we see things through our own eyes. But our eyes dont look backwards into our minds, our eyes stare away from ourselves forward they are not meant to look within, so it doesn't make sense to judge yourself or your own actions, or in-actions for that matter, as one doesn't have the sight to see one-self anyway ... and as far as being killed by a dragon ?"<br/><br/>She then sat cros slegged near the man and peered at him with large doe eyes<br/><br/>"That has not happened, they have been invited to dine with him this sundown and not to be his dinner, you have been too !<br/>They are alive and well and have been searching for you ! If the dragonking had plans to kill them he would have done<br/>so before any of you stepped foot on this shore. Also there is two presents for you waiting, a pouch full of gold and a lot of it ! as well as a magical treasure from a trading store that can be almost of your choosing, go past it now ... I think there is something there that may make you smile !"<br/><br/>"Solutions exist my find Rustic Hero, my hero. My butterflies tell me your a solution to others without them having to do anything ! You dont have to do anything for things to already be solved. Your solution something else is seeing to you only have to breathe ! Lady Fate is already weaving your destiny without you needing to spin your hands in her weaving, she doesnt need help. She masters change not you or I, have faith Ravus !<br/><br/>She isn't weaving doom and gloom for you, you have had your fill of that and there are no more lessons for you to learn with such thoughts, she has only love and treasures and adventure and joy in mind for you from this point onwards.<br/><br/>And perhaps I am part of it" she winked "follow me my rustic hero... you will see" she smiled at the metal rose on the ground and laughed " Adorable ! thankyou ! Now your turn to receive the fruit of life ! "<br/><br/>Huea then took Ravu's hand and pulled thrusting him to his feet. Once Ravus was settled she dazzelled in light to reduce in size to about as large as one's hand, while her wings flicked faster what the eye could fathom.<br/><br/>"Please come Ravus my lovely rustic soul ... Let us both see what lady fate has woven for you together ... a new adventure of smiles ! " she then flew straight to his nose and poked it with a minute finger.<br/><br/>"You Trusting me now is my wish Ravus, if you grant me this wish, I will grant yourl higher sou three wishes of its own, you may not believe you have one, but one does exist writing your thoughts now as if your a character in a play, what is real to you now is but a choice of theirs, but your own higher soul does now have wishes granted without conditions which will change more things than you know, or need to ... just trust me"<br/><br/>While glowing like a will-o-wisp the strange fairy creature darted up a forest path stopping at a corner to ensure Ravus was following.<br/><br/>"Come on Ravus, its all waiting for you, everyone and everything is ... " in motions large for the fairy she moved her right arm in a circling motion to end with both hands thrusted towards where the path lead.<br/><br/>"You want change ? Don't stay put with such somber thoughts, new thoughts ! new places ! This way Ravus ! "<br/>