Jaarda stood while hugging Unkown with one arm, gazing at Mamma Tia. She had never seen her as a black lion, but she never wished to again. She whispered a word, and Mamma Tia became a very tall woman, she looked a bit like Jaarda but her skin was a bright blue and her hair was green. "I remember him well..." Her voice was raspy and curdled, like bubbles were running through her throat as she spoke. She opened her mouth in a snarl, her teeth baring chrystal white fangs. "The brute. At his very last chance he sent me my bird... Jaarda, you needed nothing. Why do you call me at such a needless hour?" Jaarda dropped her head. Mamma Tia looked at her and nodded in satisfactory. Apparently, she was one who fed off of sadness, regret, and worse. Death. "Your father was a spirited one, but as a demon he was very power hungry. Couldn't have met a better soul... There is a rift I keep where there are many souls like that, and he is inside." She couldn't have paid more attention. "I couldn't help noticing your urgent needs." From deep inside came a dark laughter from her insides. "You shall have no help. The only help you will get is Death... And they and I are great freinds. Would you like to have a chat?" She reached over her shoulder and brought up a descent hammer. With one large wack, she hit all of them, sending them into a rift none other than the one where Volarune/Volarius's father was kept. Jaarda looked around with fidgety eyes, holding tight to Unkown. "Where are we?"

Jaarda looked very pale. "Mamma Tia sent us here. Like Unknown said, its hard to bargain with her." Unknown looked down at her for a minute, but held his head back up in the chilled wind.

(Happy Valentines Day! I love you guys! Hovvae Voramsema'k Doae! I ruqa aeui siaek!)

Unkown hissed at Caroline. "Stop that. Its not my fault. That lady gets older and older, crazier and crazier. I think once she got stepped on by an elephant, but thats another story." He lifted his hand and out shot a descent meteorite. "If your going to hurt me, do it right." He did the same to a few braziers down the hall. He looked at Volarius and Raienzio for an explanation. "What are you two up to?" He saw them huddling in a corner. He growled under his breath and looked at a small hole in the ceiling. "I used to like the dark... But now I think I'm afraid..." Jaarda covered her mouth and stiffled a snort, apparently that was funny to her. "Oh yes, the big dark shadow. Afraid of the dark!" A loud thump in the distance shocked her so much she fell right onto Unknown. Now it was Unknown's turn to laugh. "And you said I was clumsy?"

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Jaarda looked at Unkown for a minute. Unkown was struggling against Volarius's weight. "Gah you weigh so much! What have you been eating?!" Jaarda snickered, then made a huge, movable, ball of water around Raienzio. "That should hold." She stood on her toes in order to feel Volarius's forehead, it was steaming. Literally. Smoke arose from his head. "In my mother's name, he is sweating like a lion and steaming like a pot of soup!" At the idea of their mother, both Unkown and Jaarda's knees buckled. They looked a bit weaker. Unknown's eyes clouded up. "If only she were here... But she was alive decades ago... About the 15th century or so. Wait- Jaarda, you have the birth contact down here, right?" Jaarda nodded miserably. "I hate being Phoebe. Fine. But only if they help us." In a huge flash of light, she did actually look like a little girl from medeival times. A girl of about 15, long braided blonde hair, and a long purple velvet dress. "Gah, I told you. This stuff is itchy." She raised one hand to the air, and a light glowed from it. In the distance, a lady's face appeared in the fire light. Unkown and Jaarda/Phoebe's mother, Neyrii, was back. Phoebe ran up to her and took a short exam. "Missing the wings, but its alright. Mother, will you help us?" She eyed Volarius and Raienzio, with a but-I-don't-know-exactly-whats-going-on-yet sort of look. Neyrii nodded.