Aunt Mary Lin just harrumphed, looking over to Tara, her green eyes pensive.  "I thought ye said that the Ancient would seek to take back all that was changed; your lands as well as our own."  She turned back to him, seeking some sign of falsehood in his features though she knew better than most the way the fae could tell a tale and make it seem true.<br/><br/>Clearing her throat Tara spoke up for herself, "Magic? Spells? I don't see how you expect me to help.  I don't really know anything about such things." Shrugging her shoulders, she moved to rinse her hands from the dust from the floury remains of breakfast.  "I wasn't even raised catholic, much to the dismay of this side of the family."  The cool water splashed in the stone sink, chill from its own journey underground.  The temperature helped focus Tara and she let it wash over her long fingered hands, with deliberate slowness she wiped them on a clean linen towel.<br/><br/>"Won't it fight us if it wants to come out?"  Parne's mention of an army made her think of some kind of weird fantasy movie scene with elves battling some huge monster, and herself just standing there to one side, just dumbfounded that she had just wandered on to some kind of movie set.  The image twitched the corners of her lips, threatening a smile before she stilled her face, reminding herself that this... supposedly... was reality.<br/><br/>