<strong>Location:</strong>Upper Platform<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Vali, Others<br/><br/><br/>The two girls react very differently.  Ruby squeaks audibly, visibly startled, and is at a brief loss for words.  The blue-clad girl starts a bit, apparently also surprised, but is much quicker to call back: "No, ma'am!  We're okay.  Everything is fine.  Just fine!"<br/><br/>"The two of you have your assignments, don't you?" Anjushri asks them, a gentle reprimand in her tone.<br/><br/>"Yes ma'am!" both girls chorus reflexively, nervousness at having been found out supplanted with reverential fear, and they immediately scamper down the tunnel on the opposite side of the platform.<br/><br/>Anjushri watches them go for a bit, then eases back on the matron's face she was wearing.  "I've kept Cerulean Breeze up here the past several days to help me keep track of visitors," she explains, apologetically.  "Those two always get a bit antsy when they're apart for more than a little while, so I prefer to let them have the comfort of one another.  When one sets a great goal in mind, though, we don't always get to indulge in our preferences, do we, Samaro?<br/><br/>Quiet Samaro is in the middle of unslinging the long, slender blade from the holster at his back.  He pauses in the moment, a reflecting look passing over his face, then he shakes his head and seats himself.  "No, Anjushri," the raksha answers, setting the sheathed blade on his right hand side, settling into the cushion.  "No, we do not."<br/><br/>"What I have on what you seek will be yours, and soon," the Bodhisattva goes on, bowing again to Vali, then to Jubal.  "And, truth be told, what I would ask of you in a few moments may well involve your pursuit of the same.  We are stronger-- we are<em>all</em>stronger-- when we act in concert."