The seal was a simple thing, a wax slug at the bottom of the clock, laced with magic to keep it from being worn down. But a simple flame was enough to deform it, until the water suddenly burst out and landed in the garden pond, likely greatly startling the few slow, placid fish in it.<br/><br/>Devaguea quickly leapt back, shifting to dragon form and slamming his wings to gain distance, but settled as the water formed, rolling his eyes as a shapely and nude woman form. Then he spotted her ears and he frowned, before glancing at Sena, mouthing a single word in Sylvan to her. Fae?<br/><br/>She nodded immediately, and Devaguea immediately settled himself, before bowing his head slightly. "Greeting, fair fae maiden. I am Devaguea, lord and caretaker of the lands, and leader of the team that recently liberated your prison from its ghostly warden. We searched the cistern you were being contained in, and found nothing else related to your prison in it other than a magical rod."<br/><br/>Devaguea had completely shrugged off her aura without even realizing it was a thing, and didn't notice that Sydon and Nordri had gone slack jawed at the new woman.