"Perhaps, not, though, that has never bothered to stop me before. And I doubt I'll stop even after this just because you suggest so." An impish grin flashed across her face briefly as she spoke, only to replaced by a curious look. "Show off?" Her expression turned a bit disappointed, but only for the briefest of instances. "I'm truly sorry, but there's so much stray and wild Magicks loose, and didn't think more was needed." She tossed the key to the night stand and was about to reach for the rose when he made it grow large.<br/><br/>She looked up at him and thier eyes locked. His words ringing in her ears. "No, I do not chase. Honestly, I do not see the point of it. Others are either willing to converse and find subjects in common, or they are not. I acept the fact that people have thier own free will." His sudden questions surprised her, and she finally looked away, but not before he saw a deep hurt and saddness appear on her face.<br/><br/>Picking up the rose, she walked to the window and looked out. Her gaze rose until she looked upon the full moon riding high in the sky. She stood there for many long moments, her mind retracing the events of six months ago. Just when it seemed she was never going to answer him, she spoke. "Six months ago, I was out searching for some herbs my Mother was needing restocked. Normally my Mother and I would do this together, but of late she had been called upon to help with a rather difficult birthing. After finally delivering the baby alive. She returned exausted."<br/><br/>She paused for a moment and looked down at the rose she held close to her chest. "Father was off about some business as he was want to do. I returned to find m Mother dead. Her body was brutalized and almost not recognizable. The villagers swore it was my Father, finally showing his true colours." Her voice grew hard. "My Father, like me, doesn't show his emotions or feelings to outsiders, and he always stayed aloof from the village people proper, though he always had words for small children of either comfort or encouragement."<br/><br/>She gave a sigh and looked back to the moon. "People did not see what I grew up with. The love and devotion he actually had for her, and she for him. I<em>know</em>he did not do it. Plus it was not his type of Magick that sullied the place." She finally turned and locked stares with the Shadow Walker, her expression as hard as granite. "So, to answer your question, I search for my Mother's killer, or my Father." Her expression softened to a smirk. "And always wisdom and knowledge. And possible friends"<br/><br/>Trickster scrambled out of the Fey Child's lap allowing her to do as she needed. He watched her dress then trotted after her as she left the room. As they traversed the hallway, he suddenly stopped and whined. His was looking at a door, but soon continued to follow the Fey Child down. Trickster paused at the bottom of the stairs and scented the air. He already knew Makoda wasn't down there but the smell of her Magick sure was. He could smell the particular odor that came from her mixing the Light and Dark. It was far stronger than the bit he'd stopped earlier. He also smelt the scent of the Dark Child's Magick, and a new one, that stank of Dragons. He eyed the Dragon Kin that now sat sucking down a botle of liquor. With a snort like sneeze he fknally trotted after the Fey Child once more. As they settled by the fire he dropped his head to lay across her hip and stared back up the stairs. Makoda was up there with the Dark Child. He monitored that closely.