<div class="floatleft">(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rOmDXA9kIDc/TeY47eoAauI/AAAAAAAAAPE/sXxfg2vK3yc/s400/245234-florence-welch.jpg)</div><strong>Micshe Variel<br/>Sage House 205<br/>Day 1 - Scorpio Sun, Gemini moon<br/>Tagged</strong>: Panthea Salvai<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Micshe was reeling. The vision had ignited her imagination. "This is useful information. I know the Shar'inav demon. I've never come across one before, but i do have a book..." Micshe stood from her desk, not attempting to make a note of her motion. She hurried to the northern edge of the room, disappearing behind a stack of books. She mumbled to herself, trying to recount the volume that she'd encountered the shar'inav in. From spine to spine, her brittle fingers tapped.<br/><br/>"Ah!" She exclaimed from her short distance away from Panthea. Her certain steps followed the path that she had traveled moments before. Returning to Panthea's vision, she held an open book with a red cover in front of her. Her left hand held it still, the right hand flipped through the pages. "Of course." She exclaimed with sarcasm in frustration. "this book is from the early days of the AW, so there is no index. Give me a moment." Micshe approached Panthea, walking around the table and standing over the young Sage with determination in her eyes.<br/><br/>She waited there for a long moment before speaking again. "There." Micshe stopped searching and lowered the book to the table. The page was 327 and 328. On the left page, there was a picture using over half of the layout, it's caption was 'fig.243<em>b</em>The Shar'inav breed of Falme.'<em>Falme</em>appeared to be the realm of hell that this demon emerged from. The image on the page was a disturbing one. It pictured two Shar'inav demons that matched the image of Panthea's vision exactly. Micshe begin to speak, not completely aware of the omen that had just been verified. Her eyes were open toward Panthea, but she seemed to be speaking to herself again. "These..." She seemed to be trying to find a word. "These demons are not wise, they are scoundrels. The first account of their presence on Earth wasn't until The Age Without." Micshe's finger jetted down to page 328, her eyes followed. "These entries layout their hunting patterns. They appear to be shadowy guides, luring their victims away from, fire and safe havens. Now, Falme is a brutish circle of hell." Micshe's mind sprawled out into the open space of her study with high ceilings. She begin to move around, looking upward, but keeping her hands on the high part of her thighs. She gestured to no one, but only rarely. "The breeds from this place are usually warrior demons, henchmen, blades for hire. The Shar'inav, if I remember correctly, they are intellectual and small, their numbers are many, serving as the bottom of the food chain. It is known that breeds from Falme are good at working in the dark, because they are forced to in order to find and eat these little bastards. But I digress, the capable individuals of the Shar'inav breed are exceedingly studied in dark magics...The darkest magics. Very dangerous magics.<br/><br/>"This would be why other monsters are worshiping them as they approach!" Micshe turned to Panthea with sudden intrigue. The sun beamed in from the window behind her, she appeared as a silhouette to the unshielded eyes of Panthea. Micshe begin to walk toward her as she spoke, loosening the grip of the light around her body as she did, her features came out of the darkness. "You said that there were demons serving this evil, caring for it." The Sages eyes were hot with recognition and confidence.  "You said that they moved as a shadow through the wilderness." Excitement inside of her throat sounded like the inner thoughts of a mad man. "These demons live in shadow, and they create shadow around them with the potency of their aura! This is our enemy!" Micshe made a dramatic pause her, forcing the intensity of her thoughts onto Panthea. "There will be five Shar'inav demons on our coast, and we will be prepared."<br/><br/>A weight lifted off of Micshe and she suddenly felt tired, accomplished and full of reward. "Thank you lady Salvai. This house, and all those that depend on it will be forever in your debt." Micshe did not bow or lower herself to her knees. No, Micshe stood up straighter and let her hands relax, even slipping one into the pocket of her large sash. "Your journey, your tenacity, the aptitude of your escort..." She slowed to a stop, in awe. "We will repay you for your hardships."