-The month of Wynnethel, the 1st, year ATC 3,527-
Ila'Mu hesitated for but only a moment before hurriedly following after Heiracles to what was once his immaculate-looking bedchamber, now partially trashed. Now, there was fragments of, what looked like, broken chairs, shattered glass, and a broken low-rise table with a bent and battered tall-standing candelabra in the far left corner.
Glancing towards his left and looking out his open balcony the sparkling underside of the Ring can be seen spread above twinkling stars, far off into space. As his mind drifts in shock of the events of the night he reaches his late-wife's bedside, where their daughters bassinet was located.
Mechanically, he removed the sling from his shoulder before removing his cloak and drapping it across his wife's legs upon the bed, tears slowly falling down his cheeks. Watching her still form a moment, he then pulls the sling over his head and shoulder before reaching into the bassinet to pick up Andromedy. Placing her within the straps, tightly to his body without obstructing her breathing so there won't be any jostling while he moves, of the harness quietly and quickly as to not wake her, since he removed his Wind sound barrier from his bedroom this is all the more important. The look of concentration clear on his face before finally throwing the cloak back over both of them, pulling the hood up until his face virtually disappeared within it's shadowed confines.
He turns to his right, to look back towards where he came from, both to scan over the rest of the room and to check on Ila'Mu. Seeing her/them peeking through the doorway before fully coming into the bedchamber, he waits for them to approach him before speaking in hushed tones,
"You. Elvi. You.. Manipulate Life-force? Do I have that correctly? We Duons, some of us atleast. Blessed, or cursed, depending on your viewpoint. Can Manipulate the elements. I've witnessed Celine's abilities enough times to understand that she has some kind of control over Time, itself.." Heiracles speaks quietly to Ila'Mu
Ila'Mu looks down while saying, "Y-yes.. But, also no."
She glances up and sees a look of impatience fleet across his mostly expressionless face, "Y-you see.. We can Manipulate both Life, and Death. Both of these forces are, I imagine, similar in state to any of the other abilities. A Force to be drawn upon, we call it Mou'Tai."
He watches her silently for a moment, opening his mouth, but the question is already on his face, a flicker of hope.
"I cannot bring back the dead, only inflict death.. But also heal." She speaks before the words have time to even form on his slightly parted lips.
Studying her for a moment, his lips forming a slight frown. "Then, I'll have to carry you aswell, if that is the extent of your-"
"I never said it was the extent of the power of Mou'Tai.. " She mutters, looking at the ground again, while it seemed that her cheeks were flushed.
Without taking his eyes away from hers, he realizes he is now no longer looking down to look into them, but at eye level. Suddenly, breaking eye contact that she wasn't even making anyway, he looks and realizes that she's. she's flying?
Looking up at him again she giggles slightly at his look of confusion, "We Elvi can Manipulate Life-force to help us do a great many number of things. From healing, levitation, we even use the Life-force side of Mou'Tai in our homes in a variety of ways. Only. Only the High Priestess and her Consortium are allowed to Manipulate the Death-force side of Mou'Tai.. Any caught trying to practice are immediately put to death, 'for the safety of the Elvi', we were always told... " The excitement in her voice dying down as her eyes turn downcast once again, speaking about her Mother.
Abaddon Shakes his head, misinterpreting her running off words, "You need not speak on the matter any more, Ila, if it is forbidden. Come", making his way out onto the attached balcony to he and his late wife's bedchamber.
Being some 30 stories tall at it's highest points, his room was but a floor from the highest, with the top floor of the Family Residence Wing being entirely being his father, the King's, rooms atop a cliff overlooking the expanse of the great city that they built over the past millenia or so.
The wind whipping them quite savagely, being as high up as they were, he turns to her with a devilish smirk upon his face.
"We'll jump, and fly down to the city to get out of reach of the King before making our way North."