Welcome to the crazy. (Actually, at the moment, it's rather serious!)

"My name's Alice. I was lost... And then he found me."

She looks confused, "What's a mage?"

She now looks extremely confused. "What's a mu- mundane?"

"Nonma-gical? What's that?"

She looks around with a rather adorable confused look. "Who?"

She looks up at her again, eyes wide. "But he left! How can I ask him?"

The goddess squees and hugs her tightly. "Kawaaaaaiiii!"

This startles Alice and she squeaks softly. This of course, has the unintended side effect of more adorableness. Off in the distance, LOUD thunderous sounds can be heard, without lighting to cause them.

Sarillan was busy watching the two neraphrim.- Geae turns her head to the explosions.

Stonepaw points to Shali. "THAT... thing... is a Tel-Raan."

"No, that's Shali, the Neraphrim. I told you about them." "Yes, and she's my half sister."

In the direction of the noise, TWO Zorvans can be seen, one is the normal Zorvan you all know and love, or hate as the case may be, the other is the white clothed, broadsword wielding one from earlier. At the moment they are just yelling, making exaggerated and angry motions as they argue.

"It is a Tel-Raan. I recognize it from that night."

"She is not. In fact, neither of the Neraphrim are. They may be related, though." Neldris reappears, being his usual bard self. He glances over at the two mages. "Entertaining." Geae hides Alice in her realm.

"Her people murdered the one being I truly cared for."

A strange barrier has the indecency to block Geae, placing her back where she was. The mages have been slowly moving towards the others, and their voices were getting clearer. "I will not go!" "You are disrupting the balance! You must be replaced!" "With another!? One that will do the same?!" The white Zorvan had no response to this, just glaring angry at the other.

"Wh't, 'n lord Luc'f'r' n'me, ' go'ng on h'r'?" Ice asks, in her usual demonic ambassador state. Geae is currently cussing, loudly. "Sir... Me and my sister are all there is of our kind at the moment. And we are but children, according to Safire and Travis. How could our kind have done it?"

It could not be said which of the mages drew his sword first, but in about a second they were locked, white energies gathering in the White Zorvan's sword. If one hasn't guessed by now, it is obvious that he is an order mage, as the world behind him is quickly rearranging into a more orderly fashion. On the other side, the chaos mage's cloak, hand, and sword all became darker, deep purples and small glittering bits of red, green, and blue all blending together.

Alice looks up at Geae and asks, "What does that mean?"

"Nothing, dear." Ice steps in between them. "'cu' m', but ' 'm to 'p'ak to th' one who run' th's re'lm..."