The Spire

[Phaere Gales]

She nods and looks out over the city, but the corners of her eyes are on Karla. The string that peacebonded her sword waves happily free in the wind.

>Hoot?<

>No, just a precaution.<

>Hoot hoot. <

>No. I thought Inevitable first.<

>Hooot. <

>I know. But not a regular mortal.<

>Hoot. <

>Oh shut it already.<

[Karla]

*Karla smiles slightly.*

Ah think this is the longest conversation ah've had with someone without them asking meh what ah was since...

*She pauses and bites her lip, and exhales slowly. Obviously, some unbidden memory had caught her unawares.*

...for awhile.

[Phaere Gales]

She glances aside at Karla, but doesn't comment.

Do you know what I am?

[Karla]

*Karla shrugs and takes another drag from the cigarette. It goes out, having burnt down, and instead of tossing it away, she tucks it into a little pouch on her belt after absentmindedly putting it out on her metal leg.*

"Not sure. Some sort of Celestial ah guess, seeing as you were talkin that language earlier.

[Phaere Gales]

There you go, you don't ask me, I don't ask you.

She tickles the fluff ball somewhere around the ears.

[Karla]

*She grins.*

Ah'm glad you see it like that. It's...refreshing.

[Phaere Gales]

Well, if you were a Fiend I'd have to kill you dead.

The owl squirms a bit, and lovingly bites her finger.

But if you were, you'd have attacked me already. So I don't particularly care what you are.

[Karla]

Phaere said:

Well, if you were a Fiend I'd have to kill you dead.

The owl squirms a bit, and lovingly bites her finger.

But if you were, you'd have attacked me already. So I don't particularly care what you are.

*Karla laughs a little.*

Good philosophy, that. Any fiends in particular y'all have a grudge against, or all of them in general?

[Phaere Gales]

I'm an Eladrin.

The owl hoots softly.

[Karla]

*Karla nods, another memory washing over her. This one's of the bad old days, when she rivaled her father for evil, though she opposed him at every turn. Some Eladrin had hounded her, and in the end they had died. Not by her hands, but they had thought to ambush her at the same point her father's agents had. She had come to the battlefield too late, dead Nightmares and Eladrin everywhere.*

Ah understand now.

*Phaere...the name wasn't familar for her. That didn't mean Phaere hadn't run afowl of her father, though.*

The word Pendrell mean anything to y'all?

[Phaere Gales]

>HOOT! Hoot? Hoot!!<

>Hush.<

She strokes the feather ball's head.

Possibly.

[Karla]

*Karla sighs.*

Xealaz is mah father and my greatest enemy. Ah have battled him mah entire life, and ah will see his downfall or ah will die trying to bring it about.

[Phaere Gales]

I see.

Hoot?

Yes.

With one swift move she stands, her sword flies out of the sheathe and stops an inch from Karla's throat.

His enemy or not, if you are anything like him, you will meet the same fate.

With the same speed, the sword slides back where it was.

Otherwise, I wish you all the best.

[Karla]

Phaere said:

I see.

Hoot?

Yes.

With one swift move she stands, her sword flies out of the sheathe and stops an inch from Karla's throat.

His enemy or not, if you are anything like him, you will meet the same fate.

With the same speed, the sword slides back where it was.

Otherwise, I wish you all the best.

*She barely even blinks as the sword stops inches from her throat.*

Ah'm not like him. An Eladrin made sure of that.

*She pauses for a second, again seeming to fight back a memory to painful to deal with, before continuing on.*

Ah take it you've had dealings with him?

[Phaere Gales]

Not personally.

The owl ball, resisting the gales, climbs up her arm and hides from the wind in her neck under her braid.