An amused, fully belly laugh came from the man at all her questions. “My, Pretty One, you are so full of energy and questions. No wonder Mikasi likes you. You are so much like his --“ The man stopped abruptly, both his words and his body. He had a strange look on his face briefly, but it vanished as he turned to her. “Hmm. Ah, it is not important.” He smiled at her again. “I am Sassaba and Mikasi is my brother, and you can say our whole<em>family</em>Walks.” His expression turned to a mischievous one as if at some joke only he understood. “You are not in the Dream Realm though; you are in the Spirit World. Well… One of them anyway.”<br/><br/>He turned and gazed through the few trees that stood between them and the glade in front of them. His eyes narrowed slightly for a few heart beats, and then he sighed. “As for who, I believe you know her?” He pointed through the trees to Makoda’s still form.” He looked back at the Pixie, and though he smiled at her, his eyes looked troubled. “Be careful, Pretty One. Dangerous Magicks are about. And not all of them are obvious.” He looked down again at the rattle in her hand, and then he seemed to smear and fade like colours on a canvas. Off in the distance a lone wolf howled.<br/><br/>Makoda frowned slightly as the atmosphere changed around her. She heard hissing and other dark sounds around her. Evidently she’d switched Spirit Worlds? These kinds of things were only found in the darkest ones. Her eyes opened to still see the glade, but darker. Her frowned deepened as her senses told her that she was still in the same Spirit Realm that she usually visited her Uncle in. Suddenly her body took on a pure white glow, except where the rose now rested on her flesh. She raised a brow at this latest development. She never had her Light side do such in the Spirit or Dream Realms. She looked down at the rose and forced her Magick to cover it as well. She wasn’t about to let any part of her body remain exposed though if her Magick felt threatened enough to appear.<br/><br/>It fought for a moment, but her Will was stronger, and as it encased that part too, the rose pulsed and took on a cerulean hue. She waited to see what kind of reaction this was going to bring about in the strange Magick she now seemed to be in possession of.<br/><br/>Trickster raised his head and looked over at the trio across the room. He listened to the Night Child as she spoke to the Fox Child. Though her words were a bit blunt and to the point, they were wise ones. Suddenly, his head whipped around to look up the stairs. He snapped at the air and a high pitched whine suddenly escaped his throat, that changed to a deep and rumbling growl. He felt the change in the Realm Makoda and the Fey Child were currently at.<br/><br/>He turned to look at the Pixie and noted that she seemed to be alright, for the moment. His head jerked back to the stairs and his body trembled with tension. He knew Makoda’s Magick would protect her, even in ways she didn’t know about, but he didn’t like leaving her on her own to face whatever it was happening. He knew Sassaba was there keeping an eye, but it still chaffed all the same.<br/>