A low, warning growl came from Trickster as the Dark Child dared to touch Makoda. A gentle nudge from her foot though, had him subsiding, but remaining alert. He knew she was more than capable of handling many things, her meet with Azazel had more than proven that, but even so, he wasn’t about to let her take on anything by herself.<br/><br/>Makoda herself had turned back to the Shadow Walker and watched his actions. She felt the tendrils tighten on her soul arm as he played with the Soul Fire. No outward sign was given though as to the pain it actually caused her. She turned over his words about two rivers and was impressed in spite of herself at his astute analogy.<em>Perhaps he’s not so boring after all…</em>“Yes, Creation or Destruction. You cannot have one without the other. In order to have Change, there must be Chaos, else everything stagnated.”<br/><br/>She gave him a crooked grin at his ‘warning’. “I know full well what the Soul Fire can do. I have yet to leave someone soulless, I usually just destroy them if they have pushed me that far.” She turned her left hand palm up onto the counter top and let the pure white flame emerge. “But then again, I also have the ability to help should I come across such.”<br/><br/>Her face became a mask of expressionlessness as she brought the two hands together, the right once more having the sickly green and black fire dancing in the palm. When the two met the fires grew larger and turned into a brilliant azure and purple mix.  Her whole body suddenly was engulfed in the strange new flame. She turned her head and looked at the Shadow Walker. “Yes it does, but then I also feed off of it.”<br/><br/>Suddenly the flames winked out as Trickster reared up and butted his head between her arms, effectively separating her two hands. She looked down at him and a full smile blossomed on her face as she rubbed his head. “I know. You don’t like when I play at mixing the two.” She scratched his ears fondly, then pushed him back down. Trickster went back to his spot and huffed. She turned back to the Shadow Walker, her face once more her usual mask. “Oddly enough, I like you. At least you’re aware of what you’re playing with.” Her eyes flicked to the Werewolf briefly then returned. “Unlike some idiots who know not how dangerous their piddling can be.”<br/>