After she had provided them with some information of what was happening in the world, she went on her way, plunging from the watchtower. Deep, saturated green forests stretched below her, around noon she had passed the cabin, reached the creek. A footpath trailed alongside the angry waters uphill to the north. In the early afternoon a crystalline wall barred off the trail, allowing only the water to pass from the high valley above.
Beyond the water soon had disappeared, at least from Venias eyes as she had focused her attention to the cabin that she found sitting in the distance. Wheat like tall grass covered the ground below and a tree stood next to the small house. Undoubtedly she had been noticed, a man stood in front of the house as Venia landed. “That is far enough.” he barked. After the circle mages had cone and learned of the Jal’bothan, or Nectar, they soon returned. Desperate for more and for the recipe to make it. Little did they know that it sprang forth from his spouse like milk from a young mothers tit. In their desperation they had tried to force it from them, but Gela had not fled the clutches of the imperial fungal guards to succumb to human terror. Drinking a suitable amount of Jal ‘bothan himself he raised the crystal walls at the entrances to the valley himself. “I have come not to take, or infringe!” she raised her arms, slowly she folded her wings on her back. It felt terribly good to know they won’t be needed again soon.
“Then what brings you here?” Crys relaxed a little. “I was tasked to bring the inhabitants of this valley to the port. A ship will carry us away.” she too relaxed by slowly lowering her arms. They might be wanting to depart right away, when in truth all she desired was to sleep. Too much time had passed since she had last slept.”Why?” Crys sounded even more suspicious than Venia had anticipated. “The reasons for this step were not disclosed to me, but I’d wager it is because of the impending invasion of the sphinxes.” she rubbed her temple, feeling the exhaustion taking over. Perhsps aided by the height above sealevel, she felt as if she’d collapse any moment. “Where to are we to be taken?” Venia let out an elongated sigh. “I am not told where our journey will take us, not long ago I led a peaceful life deep in the south, then my beloved Elenora and I joined Albin and human explorers to the eastern continent, where she got killed and my restless soul drove me to join with the immortal Ferlon who usually sails the western rim.” she looked at Crys but hat squint her eyes to see him. “Give it a rest my love, she is taken by the height.” a green haired woman had emerged from the cabin behind Crys, but Venia couldn’t make out her face as darkness rose from around her, engulfing soznd and vision in a cold, hard clutch.
Venias last conscious tbought hoped not be locked in crystal.Wake up, nature has gifted us a wonderfully beautiful day. Elenoras infectious smile stared down on Venia, dissolved as smoke in the wind to leave behind an unfamiliar ceiling. A child laughed nearby. Carefully Venia sat up. A quick glance outside revealed that she was in the valley where Crys and Gela lived with their child, all of which should be taken to the ship. Inside the small cabin Venia found just what she could expect of a traditional Floral home. A bed on which she was lying and a smaller one for the kid directly below a window, a table with three chairs, and a hearth.The lack of a nursery patch was apparent but Venia figured that the patch once had been where the second bed was located. Still feeling the exhaustion in every bone, joint and muscle Venia struggled to get up. “You’re awake!” Crys sudden reappearance surprised Venia but she hoped it didn’t show. “Obviously.” she moaned, “How long have I been out?” “Two days.” the news was electrifying, in one fluent motion Venia rose out of the bed. “You let me sleep for two days?” Crys’ smirk was excusing as well as playful. “It’s not like we didn’t try to wake you, but that sleep.of yours was very deep. You don’t care much for keeping a regular sleeping schedule, do you?” Venia did not reply, she touched her sides noticing her pouch and her dagger gone. A nod from Crys revealed them lying on the table. “Listen,” Gela entered the hut with a little girl on her arm. Upon first glance Venia might have mistaken her for a human girl, but as she turned back to Crys to continue her sentence she noticed the green strains of hair in the girl’s hair, and her equally green nails. Soon she and her mother would turn into autumnly colors.”I have to bring you to the port, we are to sail away, and,” a magical butterfly appeared before her face, silently it floated around, landing on Venias lips. “We have discussed what little information you already had given us.” he looked to Gela. “And we will come to the port with you.” Gela finished Crys’ sentence. Again the girl on her arm laughed, raised a hand let half a dozen butterflies float around the room.