Shenyo’s yelled,<br/><br/>“Shut up!” and Lydia’s head snapped up. She felt attacked, as if he were vilifying her for their failure.<br/><br/>“Excuse me?” she questioned archly, but his conversation wasn’t aimed at her. She stood in shock as he turned to walk away absorbed in a violent dialogue. His tail beckoned her, shaking her lose from her trance. Following at a good distance, she listened to him berate the other side of the discussion. She would stop, staring in horrified fascination while the tail, the blessed tail would beckon once more.<br/><br/>Lydia found that when he would beckon that peace would settle over her but as they walked and he battled, that she would feel anxious, and angry. She was torn by a feeling that Shenyo was weak and unworthy to walk with her and then that would swing to a feeling of power and euphoria like she had known after they had joined. Then the tail would beckon and she would be flooded with peace and contentment.<br/><br/>She began to separate her feelings from her knowing and to analyze those mood swings as he battled some inner demon. To Strengthen Shenyo, Lydia began to chant a spell under her breath for she realized that while they were not battling flesh and blood, they were still in conflict with spirits and powers of the air.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"By the Power of the Spartan 300 and their King,<br/>By the Power of the Atlanteans and their Magic Ring,<br/>By the Power of all that Poets have Spoken,<br/>I Cast this Spell so that you will not be Broken!"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>With knowledge came true peace and soon she began to calm. The calm was like a spreading pool. They reached a small stream where he settled with his hands upon his knees staring at the flowing water. Lydia approached him silently and sat at his feet. His tail fell across her shoulders and she rested her head upon his knee.<br/><br/>