Inside the gold orichalcum of the wristbands was a deep, jet-black metal - soulsteel.  Perhaps the cruelest of the five magical materials, it was still an integral part of the wristbands.  No sooner had the glow faded than the Terrestrial was jolted awake, feeling the drain of Essence from her body.  "W-what?  What's going on...?"  Her eyes - Air aspect definite - fell on Lady Miki.  "Who are you?  Where am I?  What's the meaning of this?"<br/><br/>The tone was...demanding, but not haughty or overly harsh.  The good news was that the girl had not tried to outright attack her.  Yet.