“It’s possible, but difficult,” Hajna shrugs at the subject of sending messages. “We are too far away for magic to work, but birds sometimes fly here. You can attach a message to them, but how will they know what to do with it? You can talk to them, but builds understand little of human society. It would be a feat indeed if you could direct it to a single family,”<br/>With this troubling thought the two martial artists enter their trance. Mitta seems keen to test the extent of this state and sits next to Rose, prodding her shoulder and gently tugging at her hair until Hajna grabs him in a headlock and drags him over to the fireside where she and Dross sits.<br/>The time passes by without a major incident. The two girls revert to normal conciseness to see that Red and Deneve have removed themselves from the scene and the fire has died, being replaced by three torches. Rose turns to see Mitta and Hanjna by the pale ashes, their heads slumped low in a peaceful wakened state, close to sleep but not quite there. Kasumi finds Dross sitting in front of her starting suspiciously at the crystalline form of Nimble. “I don’t care what it says,” the elf declares, “It’s strange.” His companions by the fire stir at the sound of his voice.