A faint, sharp call can be heard between his question and Ting's answer. Makyon turns his head towards the closer wooded area, listens more closely. "Oh. That must be Yoru. If you mom is asleep, then she's the only other person who would be saying 'ya! ah! ya!' on this planet right now. At least with that voice."

"Ahhh...beating up the air, you think?" Ting scritches her head.

"Probably. When there's no one else to train with, why not?"

"Point! So you wanna go check on her or do the whole 'fun' thing instead?" Ting rocks restlessly on and off of her heel.

"Fun sounds time consuming. Checking on tall and curvy shouldn't last long." The slip mage glances that way again.

"Good plan, then!" And Ting trots off that way, humming quietly to herself under her breath. She's feeling all...musical, now.

Makyon just follows Ting. He's not feeling very talkative at the moment, or productive really.

Yoru isn't all that far away. She is standing atop a low hill, fans in hand, performing a complex kata-style excercise that involves throwing the open fans and calling them back to her hands. Sometimes in the same direction, sometimes opposite. She doesn't seem to see Ting or Makyon just yet.

"Whoo... say, Spot. Do you suppose she's done this before, and is just pulling our chains?"

"I'm kinda beginning to wonder? It took me a long time to get that good...maybe it's written into her? She is a construct, after all."

Makyon opens his mouth to answer, just in time for Yoru's shouting voice to overpower him as a fan screams towards them.

"Catch!"

Ting meeps, but a dance-quick step puts her in front of Makyon. She knows that she has a much better chance of catching it...he can shield, but that's it. Her psychic-guided hand snaps up to catch the fan in a very practiced way.

And she does. The throw had obviously not been anything more than a pass of the weapon, certainly nothing dangerous for someone with any skill in the art of its use.

"I was good," Makyon nods, once he stops quaking. "Yoru, what was that all about?"

The dark haired Serinian flits her way over to them, smiling, though dripping with perspiration. "I apologize," she says with a little grin, "I knew she could catch it, though."

"Dangerous game!" Ting notes, flicking the fan shut, but then grinning. "But, you're throwing well, Miss Yoru!"

Yoru blushes. "I don't know what possessed me to start throwing them. It felt like my heart was on fire to train, to learn, to grow stronger. And I still want more."

"Well...learning is good! Moorn was right. You are more like mom than Mara." Ting grins at that. A lot more.

"It is! But now I am tired and I want to rest." She beams at both of them. "Where is good to resT?"

"Hmm...so my dad didn't get you settled into a room before he went to bed, then? Hmph. Must bite him later." Ting grins. "I dont' know if they had specific arrangements in mind...but we have a lot of nice guest rooms, anyway. So we'll getcha somewhere to sleep."

"Rooms?" Yoru shakes her head. "Oh no, no. A tall tree will be fine, Ting." Her eyes gleam. "Unless you want to share your room." She looks at Makyon. "Or yours."

"Hee. Well, whatever you're more comfortable with. Well, except maybe his." She jerks a thumb back at Makyon. "He snores." Nah, just rarely. But it spares the awkwardness, anyway.

Makyon lets out a relieved sigh. "Like a chainsaw," he nods. "Why not just choose a tree, Yoru?"

Yoru squints her eyes a little bit, staring upward into the canopy. "I suppose one of these would work. I would like a tall one though. I feel as though someone is calling for me, in here," she taps her forehead, "and I think that if I was up high, I could hear them better."

"Hmm..." Ting scans the trees. "So do you want a little bed up in one of those? That shouldn't be too hard to do." Blinks. "'Calling'? Like who?"

"Obviously," Yoru proudly smirks, "my parasol."

"Talking umbrella! Creeepy..." Ting snickers, though she's not at all comfortable with the admission, knowing enough to know that that shouldn't be possible. "Hmm...are you sure you wouldn't be comfier in a room? We have cushy pillows! They're gooood."

Yoru smiles an eyes-closed smile. "Oh, you are sweet. But I miss my parasol. Your mother took it away and I forgive her, but I think I want it."

"That's an umbrella, right?"

Yoru smiles at Makyon. "It is whatever you want it to be, pet."

Ting grins, though she's a touch nervous. "Well...okay! Let's get you set up." And she springs off that way, hopping up the tree branches.

"I don't really hop all that well," Makyon warns, but Yoru shushes him with a gentle smack on his broad chest.

"Don't be silly pet. You are coming up with me."

"I am?"

"Yes."

"Good, I'm coming up with you."

Yoru snags him by the arm and follows Ting, hopping not quite effortlessly from ground to branch and back. "This tree looks good," she calls to Ting, "this furry one!"

"Hee...it looks good, yus, but those hairs are itchy! You wouldn't believe the places they get!"

Yoru giggles, and looks back to Makyon to ask what Ting's talking about. "Um... Pet?" She shakes him. "Hey... why is he all quiet and staring now?"

"Because he's trying not to think about the places they might get!" Ting snickers, and jumps back to poke Makyon. "I meant in our ginormous ears, you goof. Sheesh! Men."

"Men indeed!" Yoru nods. "He should be punished."

She lets go of his arm.

"Goodbye, Pet!" Makyon snaps to just in time to tumble down towards the faraway ground, almost immediately catching himself on one of Felina's force platforms.

"Hey! What was that?"

The fan, the drop...Ting's hackles are really beginning to raise, now. Though, damned if her eternally oblivious little countenance gives any indication of it. "Aww...house rule! No squishing people, especially when they're cute. Tickle them instead."

Yoru gazes intently at Makyon while Ting is speaking, but when she finishes, turns an adorable smile on the mutt. "Oh... I see. I apologize, Pet!"

Makyon just shakes his head. "If it's all the same, I'll just follow on my own from now on."

Yoru looks back at him. "Did I do something wrong?"

"Well...we kinda beat each other up! But training stuff, not stuff that can actually hurt people. Like if we weren't paying attention and didn't catch your fan, or didn't catch him falling. Hurts, and you remember hurting wasn't good." Ting nods wisely, then grins. "But! We can all play nice from now on and have more fun, yes?"

Yoru wilts when Ting mentions hurting. "I'm sorry..." she hangs her head. "I wasn't thinking. I was..." Her voice trails away. "I can hear it calling again. This tree is perfect!"

"Well...okay, then! Want me to make you a bed or something?"

"Oh, no," Yoru smiles. "I am fine the way I look now."

Makyon groans. "How can you be so brilliant and so... dumb?"

The serinian smiles at him. "How can you be so beautiful and so dumb? I think some things just don't have to combine." She looks to Ting again. "I can fix me up. Thank you... but you can stay, either of you. I want to try this making out thing."

Makyon eyes narrow. "Nah," he shakes his head. "I'm good." She is far too insistent. After the fan and the fall, he's beginning to think that spending any alone time with Yoru might not be such a swimming plan.

"Mm...maybe later!" Ting nods cheerfully. "I had some stuff I wanted to do!" 'Course, she's still trying to decide what stuff that is.

Yoru smiles her Yoru smile. "Alright then. Later it is." And she sets to climbing the rest of the way up, humming to herself in an odd, borderline eerie half-whistle.

Makyon watches her go quietly. "If she didn't have such a sweet smile, I'd think she was evil under that hotness."

Ting wrinkles her nose just a little. "She worries me." She nods.

"Me, too. Let's get out of these trees, though, before more fans come flying at us, eh?" He drops, moving his platforms a few feet a time until he lands safely on the forest floor, his eyes lifting up to wait for Ting.


She soundlessly slams to the floor beside him, however that works. Yay kitty cats. "Good plan. Hey, pretty flower!"

"C'mon Spotter, focus." Makyon lays his hand on her shoulder to get her attention... and anything for a touch. He has his priorities. "We could all be in trouble. Either her mind is not right, and she does things without thinking, she is legitimately bad, or she's just thoughtless. None of those are good for you, me, or your mom and dad."

Ting picks her flower, and fiddles with one of its petals gently with the back of her claw. "Hmm...well, yes. This might really be bad. I think maybe we should just keep an eye on her until mom wakes up. If something seems to be wrong, then we can try to handle it ourselves...or ask Moorn, if it really looks like too much for us. What really bothers me is that I know mom's holding dimensions. She shouldn't be able to sense that talking umbrella at-freaking-all. If she can...well...I'm not sure how, but it can't be caused by just a little bit of power." Tucks the flower behind her ear. "Purple."

"Y'know..." Makyon glances up, "... that holding cell thing occurred to me, too. I don't think she feels anything. I think she's just crazy." He grins. "Purple indeed."

Ting wrinkles her nose at that. "No more crazies. Aunt and I fill that quota thank you very much."

The slip mage can't help but laugh. "No arguments there. So... want to go tease your brother, or something?"

"I have no idea where he is! I think he's making himself scarce to stay out of Moorn's hair." Ting snickers. "He's smartish and all. But yeah. I"m not sure where he is. I could probably find him, though."

"Eh. I'm sure wherever he is is where he wants to be." Makyon shrugs. "It might be better to let him stay away with her around anyway. Ting, you know I'm not all that bright, so I have no problem admitting that I don't know what to do now."

"Whelp...I'm not either! So let's just hang around and if something weird happens, we can try to figure it out from there." Spot looks up at him and grins.

"At least the company is good. So..." Makyon reaches into his pocket. "Cards?"

Elsewhere, an energy signature that is much unlike any of the other oddities on this planet manifests on the path to Felina's front door. A puff of glittery-smoke poofs and fades away to reveal an old friend of Felina's, attired in a simplistic white dress, his black hair bound and fixed in a very 'prom night' do. He looks around, observing the surroundings.

Makyon sighs quietly. "Did you feel that, or was my mind just trying to make me think today really could get more complicated?"

"Nope! We have a new person to play cards with. In front of the house, and phoofy clothes! Doesn't feel too hostile. I dunno. I'll check." And Ting just vanishes. It's not like Makyon doesn't know where she's going.

Appears right inside the house, and then steps out instead of appearing right in front of the mystery lady. It's a courtesy her mother had taken a long time to successfully stuff into her head. "Hi! Can I help you? Pretty hair." Ting tilts her head, long ears flicking once at some unseen irritation.

"Possibly," the stranger says in a crystal-clear tone. "Is this the residence of Felina Dey'ono?" Yue holds out his slim hand, fingers down, ladylike.

Ting takes her hand with light, ladylike firmness that really seems out of place with her manner. She can be a lady, too! For about two point three seconds at a time. "Yes! But, she and dad are both asleep, and I'd really rather not wake her up, since we already did that song and dance once in the last thirty-odd hours. You don't feel like a stalker-creepy sort, though, so if you can wait awhile, want to come in?"

"She and dad?" Yue's bright green eyes shine with amusement, and amazement. Amuzement. "Certainly, it would be my pleasure, thank you." He gives her a brief curtsy, rises, and steps inside with a florid shake. His pointed heels click rhythmically against the floor.

Ting smiles at him, and heads inside. "Sure thing! I'm Ting, by the way. And you are..?"

"Yue," he calls over his bare shoulder, a smooth as the silk caressing his curves. "And try not to trouble yourself. I am sure that your mother gets enough hostile visitors, but I can assure you that I am not. Speaking of which..." he reaches down, lifts one side of his skirt high enough to show off his smooth, endless leg and lacy choice of undergarments. Attached to his hip is a sturdy-looking belt-holster filled with a collapsible holy water sprinkler. He takes the weapon and hands it to Ting, by the handle. "In case your fears need assuaging."

Ting's dark eyes sparkle. "Ooo...!" She looks over it for about two seconds before deciding how to put it together--it's really not that complicated--and gives it a practiced spin. Admires its balance, and laughs delightedly. "Neat!" She catches the ball in her hand, fingers landing neatly between the spikes. She is her mother's daughter and all. "But, that's okay. I don't think you're here for bad reasons, I really don't, but I know that if you really wanted to make trouble, you wouldn't need this thingy to do it!" She grins, and hands it back to him.

And he takes it, appreciatively nodding at Ting's discretion. "I would have to be an idiot to walk into this place looking for trouble, anyway." He searches for a seat briefly and, once properly situated with crossed legs and kicking feet, affords Ting his prize-winning smile. "I never thought Felina to be the mothering type. This is what I get for going home for a century, you know. Turn my back, and all my friends have families before I make it back around."

"I wouldn't think she'd be the mothering type, either! But," here Ting pats herself down a moment, then nods authoritatively. "Yup! I still exist. So I'll take my word for it. Would you like something to drink or something, Yue?" She tilts her head again. Years of cuting men and enemies alike breed certain habits.

"No, thank you, although... if your mother needs to rest, perhaps you can help me." He stands back up, smoothing his skirt out of pure habit. "The last time Felina and I met was about a hundred and one half years ago. I took something of a sabbatical from existence, which is a long story I might trouble you with later if you wish. However, just before I departed I entrusted a certain something into the hands of Felina's nether double - who is remarkably like you - for her to keep while I was away." Yue's hands find his hips, and he stands cocked to one side, as if posing for a photograph. He has some habits of his own, it seems. 

Makyon chooses this time to amble in, still shuffling his cards. He stops in the door, though, again keeping to himself for a second.

"I went to Mara-kuru's house, but found that she was gone. So I checked the hiding place for my article, and it is gone."

"Well, I might know. What am I looking for?"

Yue glances over at the door. From Ting's non-reaction to the fellow in the doorway, he figures there's no danger there. "Well," he begins, purring a honey-dripping purr, "it is a parasol. Stylish, and full of magic... I figured it was time to retire the sprinkler for something more feminine."

Makyon coughs.

"Excuse me. But did you not die forever ago?" Yue poses the question more to Ting than to Makyon, though she is of course speaking of the Kaies lookalike.

"Yep! He's a...zombie...guy. He's creepy! But he's nice. His name's Makyon. And Imma go wake up my mom now I think she'd really want to know anything about that parasol before the lady outside hears bye now!" And Ting's gone in a blink.

Yue chuckles when Ting leaves. "She's cute," he nods. "So... you aren't Kaies, then?" He turns his overpowering gaze upon Makyon who, unlike Kaies, is ill-equipped to resist that kind of stare. 

"No," he shakes his head. "I'm Makyon. This is just Kaies's old body."

"I could tell," Yue nods. "Kaies was gorgeous. If it weren't for his predilections, I would have borrowed him from Felina."

Makyon finds himself stuttering. He doesn't know what the hell Yue is talking about, but it sounds nice.

Two or three minutes later, a certain fully serinian matriarch walks into the room, looking a touch groggy in a "just woke up" kind of way but overall much more rested and alert than she had before, since she'd known her sleeping time may be clipped at any time and has been employing a specialized trance tonight. "What is this that my daughter is babbling about a man in the parlor who's hotter than she is?"

"I know that voice." Yue turns away from where he had been playing at 'innocent girl' to see if Makyon would turn red to smile his sunrise smile at Felina. "Oh heavens, Felina. Aside from bed head, the years have been kind to you!" He heads towards her, holding out his hand as he always does.

Felina smiles at him. Clasps the hand between hers, then hugs him. Still a touch restrained, maybe, but she can count the people in the universe she's hug without solicitation on one hand, so he's special. "And you, too, Yue...as always, of course." She grins at him. "Well, minus the 'bedhead' part. What's the big idea disappearing so long, anyway? You miss things. Someone needs to get the Millenium Maze a mail box."

"Well, I went there, wandered into an accelerated corridor, and fell asleep." Yue chuckles, but returns Felina's hug with Enthusiasm. She's short, but he's quite fond of her. "There was a morphius spawn in there, that needed my touch. It gassed me, I slept... a hundred years later, I came out. And you! What is with you and having children behind my back?"

"Ah. So I have a problem finding time to sleep...and then there's you. We need to find middle ground somewhere, I think." Felina smirks. "As for the second part, I was about to ask you what the big deal is with being here for my wedding and not here for the kids. Could've done it the other way, you know." Hee. Well. Let's just say a certain effeminate fellow spearheaded the conspiracy to coerce her into looking thoroughly like a high society girl on her wedding day. She grins. "Two kids, if you haven't been told. Ting here," this said as that particular half-dumen saunters back in, "and her twin brother Dewei."

"Two! Felina, you minx." Yue smiles at Ting as she enters. "Thank heaven they look like their mother. So... do you need another minute to compose yourself, dear?" He reaches down and flicks a strand of her hair. "A brush perhaps?"

She flicks it back. "Nah. I'll leave it be for the sole purpose of driving you up the wall." Felina grins a slightly impish grin. It really is nice to see Yue again. "I'm fine, should be pretty alert in another half minute or so. For now...do you realize that I almost incinerated your parasol this afternoon for all the irritation that it's causing me? It's news to me that it's yours. I don't sense your energy on it at all, only Ahmin Rei-ono's."

"That's the beauty of it, kitty-kins. The parasol is made from an old spear I looted from his estate." Yue looks at Makyon, whose mouth had started to open in protest. "He's dead, he will not want it anytime soon. It has retractable tip. I prettied it up, modified it a little bit with that feathery umbrella - roc feathers, by the by, next to indestructible - and kept it. The staff was enchanted to never break." Yue steps back. His arms fold over his chest, to Makyon's dismay. "What sort of irritation?"

"It's gorgeous," Felina agrees. "But it's...hm. Being an ass. I don't think that was a random spear. I think that it was designed for a very specific purpose. Well...it's a bit of a long story." She looks over to Makyon. "Would you be a dear and get us some tea before you get a nosebleed?" She looks back to Yue, smirking. "I swear, you are still such a tease."

"Hey," Yue shrugs his ivory shoulders. "It is my defining characteristic. I look fantastic." He turns his head just enough to get Makyon in his sights. "Are you still here?"

The slip mage smiles, growls a little inside, and goes to do what Felina had asked.

"May I have him, Felina?" Yue rubs his smooth chin, as if locked in deep consideration. "Ah... later. You know, if the parasol is being troublesome I would not mind in the least if you destroyed it. I can always build another one."

"I appreciate the go-ahead, and would be more than happy to help you get ahold of another powerful base. I'm still deciding exactly whether that's a good idea, though. I should start at the beginning. Have a few minutes?"

Yue giggles at that. "I have all the minutes in the universe for you, Felina." Looks to Ting, his smile pure sugar. "And her family."

Ting smiles a sunny smile at that. Felina smiles softly, mostly at her daughter's reaction, and nods. "Right, then." The fireplace lights, and she settles herself in a chair near it. She's always liked fireplaces, as Yue has no doubt noticed over the years...now, there's actually a chill in the air with the area's short winter impending.

Felina yawns as Ting pounces onto a nearby chair. She knows that if she hadn't already been warned away, she's welcome to stay. There's another chair, certainly. Another two, but another in a good spot. Ting hadn't taken the other one nearest the fire, she considers it good manners to leave it for a guest.

"Well..." the elder Ono notes. "To begin, we've found out a lot about Mara-kuru in the past few days. That, to over-simplify, she has a sort of dual personality. The darker, more brutal one, the one her father designed to conquer and rule in his stead, would have consumed the Mara we all know and love. So, we split them. Mara is recovering still. This was exceedingly recent; and may not awaken for a good week yet. Her dark side...hehm...is sitting outside in one of my trees."

Yue sits in the chair, graciously nodding to Ting. "And... you didn't kill it, why?"

"You're the second to ask me that question, the third if I count me." Felina nods ruefully, thoughtfully. "Because my moral code thinks it's funny to kick me in the breasts. She hadn't done anything. That she'll be evil was and remains a theory. I was ready to kill her the moment she awakened, if she immediately presented a threat, but she hasn't."

Ting stays quiet at this, though she might offer something soon.

"So test her?" Yue threads his fingers together. "Instinct always comes through, Felina. You can suppress it all you like, it's always there."

"She seems nice, she does," Ting notes, a touch hesitantly at first. "She's friendly and all. But...I dunno. Something shows through occasionally. Like, she threw a fighting fan at Makyon and I. She said she knew I could catch it, but it was still dangerous. She was also supporting him high up in a tree and then dropped him--without intending to catch him--just for saying something he's intended to be silly. And she seemed to start to be sorry for it, but then completely forgot that she was doing that when she thought she heard Yue's parasol talking to her again."

Felina's brow creases. "'Talking to her'? Are you sure, Ting? It should be sealed tightly away."

"I know..." Ting nods, fiddling with her claws deftly--the little game she's playing with them takes a tremendous amount of hand-eye coordination, tapping claws tip to tip--but it's still a nervous habit. "I don't know. Makyon suggested she might just be out of her mind."

"Talking...?" Yue shakes his head. "Preposterous. This dark half of Mara's is plainly demented. Though... that does not rule her out as a threat to any of you. But... Felina, you know how to handle just about any situation. This is an everyday occurence for you."

Felina grins at him. "You know, I'd like to tell you that you're wrong and that's no longer the case after a century. I can't, of course." She sighs, and sits back. "Anyway...it's just deductive reasoning, but I suspect that the spear you found in our buddy Ahmin's things was meant to be Yoru's weapon. And that it still 'knows' that--in the same non-sentient way Culheru 'knows' me, of course--despite surface modification." Thinks about that a moment, smirks a little, and opens an eye again to look at Yue. "It's kind of like my wedding day. You can put all the foof on top of it you want, but it's still the same manly-girl wanting to beat something up underneath."

"That is different, Felina. I was only putting your inner beauty on display through a different lens." Yue sighs a cute little sigh, feet kicking again. "What, then, keeps you from destroying the parasol?"

"I wasn't sure whether it was linked to her energy in any way...whether destroying it could harm her and, if she wasn't too weakened, immediately make a dangerous enemy from her. Still trying to see if good relations were possible. From what Ting said, though...since this is already building towards something unfriendly, that thing is dust." She trusts her daughter. If Ting says Yoru is being 'kind of creepy-scary,' then it's time to remedy creepy-scary.

"Do I not always pick the best times to rear my pretty head? I wonder where that ape is with the tea...?" Yue grins at Felina. "So why are you really keeping your old boyfriend's zombie body around, Felina?"

"It's actually a fairly recent development. So...not without being thoroughly creeped out right at first, I'll admit." Felina laughs softly, and shakes her head. "He helped the twins out at more than one crucial moment when they went up against his lich lord, and I don't doubt saved their lives, especially Ting's."

Ting grins, and nods, though there's something alongside the usual silliness in her eyes. She's still shaking off some really awful memories from that endeavor.

Felina smiles at her daughter, and looks back to Yue. "Once the lich was defeated, of course, that pretty much left Makyon out in the cold...for his help, I invited him to stay here awhile. After a short time, he asked to become my apprentice...mostly simply to have a purpose in life, however short term, and for a solid reason to remain here longer, I suspect. Different sort of apprentice than usual, really, since he's more a peer in terms of age and worldly experience that I usually take, so we just work it out day by day." She certainly wouldn't have asked a houseguest or visitor to get them tea, certainly. "He really is a good fellow, though. He works hard, learns fast, and is generally a pleasure to have around. He's gotten along well with the twins especially, despite their intitial conflict. It took awhile to get used to having Kaies's body roaming around, as you might imagine--and his voice still startles me on occasion--but Makyon is a nice sort."

"I find various ways to pelt him with water-bombs," Ting notes importantly, smirking.

"I'm sure you do, dear. And aside from gawking like a teenager, he seemed kind enough to me as well. If nothing else, he is interesting to look at. Oh..." Yue sits up straight quite suddenly, his eyes blazing to mischeivous life. "Speaking of which... where is my Orrin?" Yue had made a habit of pretending to be just incredibly interested in Orrin, which was of course a complete farce. The day he had chosen to reveal his dark secret to Orrin still stood out in his memory as one of the funniest single moments in his entire life.

Felina actually laughs out loud at that, eyes sparkling. "Well...heneeds sleep too, more than me probably by this point, but he woke up when I did and will likely be along shortly. Although..." she grins at Yue. "If he overheard that you were here, he may decide to just continue to hide under the covers." Nah, Orrin likes Yue regardless...even Yue is now one of the very few people who can throw him off his game and leave him speechless.



"Ah, I can't wait to see him again. He turns so pink sometimes!" Yue claps his hands animatedly. "So Felina... you have a son too? Is he as feisty as the spotted one?"

Ting grins a devilish little grin. "Only when I talk him into starting trouble."

Felina laughs softly. "Yes, there is that. Which is always a trick. I seem to recall a couple of nine-year-olds who manages to sneak into a faux roc's egg and then pop open to mess with mama roc." The construct rolls her eyes. "That turned out fun."

"Mother!" Ting's snickering, though. Yeah, that was fun.

Felina smiles at her daughter, and looks back to Yue. "In general, Dewei's much more sedate than Ting. He can entertain himself for a long time in the library. Really, he's almost like my brother's son somehow...although with a smaller pacifistic streak, and he likes being around people. He visits a nightclub a lot...I think you might like it, actually."

Yue poses innocently. "Oh, Felina, you know I stopped teasing poor unsuspecting men in clubs." He looks at his timepiece, the one that isn't running backwards. "About two minutes ago, in fact. Oh..." he glances through a window, wondering what's taking so long with Makyon outside Deru. "I should like to meet him, as well."

"Of course. I'm sure you'll have the chance soon enough." Felina smiles, but looks out the window suddenly. Makyon...? "Mm...I have a very bad feeling about that tea...I'll be right back..." and she wastes no time walking, and just vanishes, reappearing Outside Deru.

Yue's smile vanishes just as quickly. "You know that when your mother up and disappears, someone is either dying, dead, or about incinerate a planet, don't you Ting?" He is on his feet just as quickly.

"Yep! But it's been a full week since I've gotten to play with my naginata, too. They're out back. Door's this way." And she heads that way in a hurry.

Yue follows, holy water sprinkler in hand. "Naginata? A girl after my own heart."

"Hee. It's fun! I used to use fans. They're fun, but this is kind of more badassy and...oh! Guess I should grab that, huh?" She doesn't actually break stride through any of this, and holds her hand out to the side as she hurries along, humming softly to herself as the weapon materializes in her hand.