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to it . If only she had time to ponder its meaning more deeply -- but she didn’t. Time was growing short.
                  The Phãegens had started to light the rest of the Drągýn’s tail despite what Nature’s fury was doing around them . No Phãegen or bloodline in their right mind was going to heed Dĩas’ warning , so why should she? Despite all previous reasons, the one that drove her to attend the rituals tonight long before all trouble erupted came to mind.
                  Be al-Tene was too important ; it was the time of rebirth , renewal, and fertility. With her own bloodlines going extinct, Goddess knows they could use some fertility. They had seen hardly any conceptions for nearly a century and despite what Dĩas claimed, their people were being destroyed by Evil. Samanthŕa had no proof of it but she could feel it.
                  "Perhaps I'll turn her to stone," Samanthŕa liked that idea, "If only for a few hours. By the time she recovers , we will have returned."
                  “Then she will seek out the missing hours and why she was done so. No, no. We need something much more subtle." Dezarãe placed her finger to her lip, clearly thinking. "L et me send Sameŕald to see where Monéaklá is off to then . She just arrived with the others and they are already misting before the entrance. If they go snooping, it will not look so suspicious.” Dezarãe poured another goblet of wine. “ Besides, I haven’t been able to track her imprint since you left for the Great Hall. If she has snuck off to the festival herself that could be very bad for us. We will need another plan if that’s the case.” Dezarãe had a point .              
                  Samanthŕa began to pace while she waited. But in her own mind, s he needed no other plan if that was the case. If Monéaklá were there then she would simply create an illusion of a man to lead her away , lead Monéaklá right into an enemy's ditch if she had to.
                  Silence broken, Dezarãe reported what Same ŕald relayed to her. “Alright : Sameŕald and the other sisters are going to meet us downstairs in the Library . It seems Monéaklá has latched herself to some mystery fool and is preparing some sort of feast for him in the Dining Hall. She isn’t even concerned with us . ”
                  “ No , t ell them to meet us at the stables. "
                  "We are traveling by horse?"
                  " Yes . "
                  "What an odd and very Phãegen thing to do." Dezarãe crinkled her nose.
                  "Not just Phãegens. Our warriors enjoy riding, yes?"
                  "Not to use one's gifts when they have it is . . . well its sacrilege."
                  " We cannot use magic to mist to the festival , s ister . We will have to travel the same way the Phãegens do --by foot or by beast . Dĩas will be able to sense our imprint immediately if we use power to exit our realm , since his pow er is plugged into all within . "
                  " Depressing but very clever, s ister." Dezarãe praised. "And Monéaklá?"
                  " Tell each sister to create an illusion of herself and place it in her chamber. We will send word to our dear Monéaklá that we are sick from the power of this storm. Make her believe we are under some sort of extrasensory attack. That should make her happy enough to stay away from our rooms. ”
                  “Good idea.” Dezarãe winked. "But won't our father sense that?"
                  "He will believe us to be sickened by the storm's energy," since Vii's were sensitive to such things, "And our doings to be no more than spells to heal the pain. And he will find no threat if it is done within his realm . No reason to suspect us leaving. If anything, perhaps he will be less