Nearly finished with her bowl Alina paused as Atrius reached over to tap the slate and say something. She glanced to the slate then back to him before lifting her bowl to gulp down the last of her soup.<em>{That is Atlantis. My home.} </em>As normal her words couldn't be easily understood, however one single word would be clearly understood from the line; and that being the name of the city. Stories where very common, more so in the circles of sailors and the people to whom worshiped the god of water.... But it was also well known that such a city was lost long ago in story book passing...<br/><br/>Seeing him not react at frist she sighed slightly, reaching out for another biscuit, but stopped just short of it as a crackle of thunder could be herd. This time however it seemed clear that it wasn't as dry of a threat as the trickles of a mix of hail and rain started to drop down into the forest. Such a thing drew her attention back to the window. Most likely the monk's search would be slowed down by the sudden storm; if the falling darkness didn't do so already... But come morning it would only be a ticking time bomb before something would happen... At lest judging by how much effort the god of earth put into awakening her; he wouldn't be so eager to just have her hidden away...