Makoda didn't flinch or even react as the Shadow Walker stayed close to her and even touched her. Strangely enough, she was actually quite comfortable in his presence. An oddity for her, since she was definately her father's daughter, and usually kept some distance from herself and others. As their two Dark Magicks combined and got comfortable wifh each other, she suddenly relaxed completely, as if the heavy burdens she carried were temporarily lifted.<br/><br/>Her own voice grew softer as she watched him play with the rose and her Darkness. "Honestly, I do not know what I might or might not find here. When I was small, my parents told me how they met, and it was here... sort of. An image formed in my mind then and I knew I'd come here one day. I guess somewhere in the back of my mind I figured this is where their Journey together started, so I would start mine here as well."<br/><br/>She shook her head slightly. "My Mother Walked the Light. She never knew Father also taught me the Dark." She pauses, a frown gracing her brow. "Or at least she never acted like she knew, but there was times I wondered, by the occasional expression I would catch. Kind of a mix of fear and pride I guess." She looked up at him and shrugged. "I would rather use calling her spirit as a last resort. I have this feeling that it is my Father I really need to find. That he has all the answers, even to the questions I have no idea yet to ask."<br/><br/>she caught his look from the rose to her and briefly wondered. Deciding to put action to the thought, she carefully let the Soul Fire within her reach out to the rose. Its beautiful pale blue instantly changed to a bright and stunning emerald green. The rose suddenly pulsed as if it had gained a heart beat. Makoda's lips compressed into a tight line and went white as pain shot through her arm and into the heart of her soul. It was nearly as painful as when she'd first encountered the Soul Fire.<br/><br/>Her Light side suddenly rearing up and fighting this new Darkness was nearly her undoing. She suddenly staggered into Lugoj and her free hand grabbed onto him to keep herself from falling to the floor. Though instictive, it was a bad move as all Hell suddenly broke loose inside her. A yelp, more of shock than pain, escaped her, and she swallowed hard as she fought to keep her Self, herself. Her hands tightened on both him and the rose as she battled the vortex within herself.<br/><br/>For what seemed like hours to her, she struggled and slowly regained her center. Eventually, she managed to seperate the varied forms of Magicks within herself and get them quieted down enough to form an uneasy truce within her. She finally let out a shaky breath and looked up at him, an exhausted but triumphant look on her face. She gave him a wane smile. "Sorry. I think the day is finally catching up with me." She would have been shocked to find that only heartbeats had passed as she had battled.<br/><br/>Trickster shot to his feet and very nearly bounded up the stairs, a low whine coming from him. Suddenly he relaxed and flopped back down next to the Fey Child. Once more amazed at just how capable Makoda was at getting herself both into and out of trouble. He was just as equally amazed that he had any part in creating such a child.