For all the disturbing information circulating Zain was still nowhere near immune to the Widow’s wiles.  Her deft touch sent shivers racing down his spine.  His crest of amethyst feathers rose and flared.  He had to shift again to minimize the tenting of his loincloth, but that of course just called attention…<br/><br/>Her whisper sent hot tingles across his body, tightening his flesh over his sleek, sculpted muscles.  Zain swallowed hard.  He almost offered to make her a night garden of her own.  His devotion to his calling and his reason tag teamed his libido.  The dragon king placed a warm hand over the Widdow’s chill fingers.  “I quite appreciate the invitation, my dear.  It hope one day soon to walk with you in your gardens and savor your apples…”  He gave just the subtlest emphasis to the innuendo.  “My bulbs, however require careful handling, and I must learn the ways of your shadowlands garden before I attempt to plant some there.”<br/><br/>Not realizing what was to happen to the Abyssals, Zain made a respectful gesture as—from his perspective—Shine lead a prayer celebrating the beauty of creation.  As such a deep and abiding love as she sang of was completely in keeping with the Dragon King’s nature, he found himself feeling serene and affirmed.<br/><br/>Then the argument broke out.  The dragon king watched quietly, more than a little concerned.  When the ghostly manifestations began, he offered Segiyu a protective embrace.  His eyes followed the Widdow out the door, but he took a few deep breaths and reminded him of his manners.  He looked down into Segiyu’s eyes.  “Perhaps we could have dinner together dinner tonight, my lady?  I look forewards to knowing more of you, and of your medics…”<br/><br/>He trailed off as Imara sagged weakly.  The dragon king rose and hurried to her side.  “Lady Imara, what are your symptoms?  I may be able to help…<br/>