<i>Before the prophecy.</i><br/><br/>Smiling whistfuly, Kalina removed Izami's hand from her breast, not that she could feel much throuhg the jade, and returned it to her shoulder.  Swallowing hard to pull back a startling degree of heat that had risen in her, Kalinda turned to whisper in the amarous dynsat's ear, "Not now, Izami-chan."  Quite against her will, she gave the other girl a kiss on the cheek.  "Everything in its due place and time."<br/><br/>She squeezed the other girl closer to her by the waist.<br/><br/>Then the Imaculate gurgled out his prophecy and Kalinda stiffened, cold shudders running down her back.  It was a horific thought, like a ghost, denied it's place in the cycle of reincarnation, returning to your bed professing undying love while  holding your new lover's severed head in its hand.<br/><br/>"Of course," She whispered when the poor man who was their imediate superion had left.  "Of course she would...  Of course she will, and those who don't die will be destroyed."<br/><br/>This time she turned to Izami to wipe cold tears from her eyes.<br/><br/>Sniffling softly, the violet haired girl sank back down onto the bench, pulled some leaf from her belt pouch, and began to pack a pipe.  Trying to gather her wits as she packed in the sharp leaves, she offered, "Such missions are bets undergoen by sworn brotherhoods, but that would be a bit premature.  As we barely know each other, perhaps we should share a pipe?"<br/><br/>She got up to retrieve a burning brand, lit the pipe, and puffed out sweet, rank purple smoke in a growing ring, then offered the libation to Izanami.