Bough -- Logs

The group has managed to avoid the Maraist temple grounds, and are now approaching the raksasha camp. It is late in the day, with the light from the Mirror fading somewhat, and they are hailed by the guards as they approach the camp. Word must travel through the encampment fast, as very shortly, Ravana, who looks like he just woke from a nap, meets them halfway to the central tent. "You are well?" he asks excitedly. "How did it go? Did you find Angkor Wat?"

Norris can't help but smile as Ravana comes to meet them himself, and in an excited mood. He hopes that means that things haven't gone too badly in their absence!

Jareth grins at the big rakshasa, "And more."

Norris bobs his head at his friend's commentary. "An incredible wealth of information...an a new working theory we's hoping yew kin help us with. Whut happenend t' yew all this time, though? Did ya have much trouble engagin' the angels?"

Ravana brightens. "Wonderful, my friends, wonderful! Come, let us retire to the tent, I will have refreshments brought to us, and I will entreat you to share with me what you have learned. And do tell me what this theory is." In answer to Norris's question he shakes his head, "Not much more trouble than usual. The occasional attempt at a raid, further down the mountain, but no attacks upon the encampment itself.

Mikal turns rather pink at the rakshasa's approach, ducking her head and sidling behind her companions.

Jareth reaches for Mikal's hand, trying to pull her up against his back with a quiet smile, murmuring, "It's all right, love."

Norris seems confused at Mikal's reaction...hadn't she been getting along well with Ravana and the others? Actually, wait, there was some tension...he's not remembering, exactly. It seems like so long ago, now. "Be happy t' sit and talk, really. Got some pretty somber news t' pass on."

Mikal smiles nervously up at Jareth and nods. Her voice is barely a whisper, "I know. I just..." Her storm-gray eyes flick back and forth, and she blushes even more as she can't quite repress a small shiver. That makes her give a small squeak of embarrassment, and she hastily ducks behind Jareth again.

Ravana nods, then ushers the group to one of the small tents surrounding the larger tent. It is a somewhat more private location, and several cups and pitchers of lhasa are already there at the low table.

Norris gets Mikal alone for a moment...if he's going to be helping to lay it all out for Ravana, he needs a little assistance from her, first. "Anything yew think we should keep t' ourselves?"

Mikal blinks confusedly up at Norris, "Wh-what? Er... n-no? Yes?"

Jareth keeps close to Ravana as they head for the tent, still a bit awhirl mentally.

Mikal takes a deep breath, shaking her head once to clear it -- then she thinks for a moment as she studies Norris. Finally she says slowly, "The... the Architect hid things, and lied to do so, and killed to keep secrets. I -- I don't think we should imitate that, you know?"

Norris seems confused, wondering why Mikal is so scattered. "Ahm not sayin' we should be killin' people. But shoul' we let it out of the bag that we's once gods? Izzat wise? Rakshasa may be our allies, but...yew was all gettin' worried about Asmodeus an his folk."

Mikal tilts her head thoughtfully at Norris, "I have no problem with asking Ravana Lord to not spread that information. I had not intended to tell Asmodeus that anyway. Why would we want to?" She takes Norris's hand and keeps him walking towards the tent, so the others aren't left rudely waiting.

Norris nods. "Okay. So's we just ask Ravana t' be careful wi' the info. Okays. Kin do that." He moves quick time with Mikal, then, rejoining Jareth.

Once the group has settled into the tent, with the flap closed and a pair of raksasha guarding outside, and the lhasa has been served and shared, washing away the dust of the trail from their throats, Ravana politely invites them to say on as to what is concerning them, visibly restraining his curiosity which threatens to burst forth in a very Mikal-like surge of questions.

Once they're settled in, Jareth making sure that Mikal is near to him, as much because he has a deep need to have her close as because she seems nervous, the young bard says, "We have come away with information that may provide a way to start everything healing. We... we also heard Lord Krishna's last words for us and this world."

Mikal curls up with pleased and evident relief against Jareth, with Raphael sprawling relaxedly on her other side. She's trying not to look at Ravana too much; her memories keep flicking back to the night she spent with him, and while part of her enjoys that tremendously, another part of her is shocked and horrified at how -- how utterly brazen she'd been! She sips her lhasa and concentrates her gaze on a pattern in the rich rug they're sitting on.

Norris sips at his drink as well, glancing at Mikal every now and then, fascinated by what he sees. He must ask her about it, perhaps. His recent memory is a reminder of what happens when he chooses not to speak to those he cares about. "Most of all, we's hoping yew might be able to help us figger out the fate of th' bulk o' the gods...and if there's some of them 'asides Armaros left. Cause we's think the Metatron is one o' the old gods. Krishna said...that th' Metatron has a different name."

Mikal whispers a bit nervously, "W-we f-found, um, f-found quite a few things, too, in the c-cache your Lord l-left, Ravana Lord. L-l-like, um... like two scrolls of angelic True Names and a scroll of override codes for Bails and Oracles. Th-there were two scrolls talking about hidden and lost places, too -- and there was a scroll filled with information from a city c-called Enoch-Nod?"

Jareth reaches into his tunic and pulls out the vajra, "And this..."

Mikal's face brightens with a sudden, proudly shy grin, "C-c-cat's getting quite good with it!"

Ravana takes in the information with wide-eyed wonder; even mention of Lord Krishna seems to make him silent in respect, letting the explanation come from the mortals in its own time. "This is... amazing," he says. Then his brow creases in thought. "Truly, information is power, and you have found a veritable cache of lotus-seeds. I am unsure as to which might be more explosive -- the list of True Names, or the... 'override codes,' for the Bails and Oracles. Unless I misunderstand, those give control to some of the greatest repositories of knowledge in the Dreamtime.

"That being said, I am very, very pleased to hear you have found a vraja for yourself, Cat! They are honorable weapons, many with storied pasts, and it is both an honor and a responsibility to carry such a thing."

He nods to Norris. "Between myself and Vhibishana, we will be pleased to help you determine the fate of the other gods. That Metatron has another name... is particularly worrisome. Many aethyrs and many gods are known by many names throughout the cultures of mortals. But it sounds, in this case, that it is referring to something else entirely -- not merely another name that Metatron is known by but that he is, in actuality, someone completely different than who he appears to be."

Mikal murmurs a bit shyly, "Um... actually, that's not exactly what Krishna Lord said... he said there was evidence that later on El-Amon-Re was known as simply El-Amon. It was us wondering if the Re applied to Metatron, remember, Bear?"

Norris's brow knits. "I don't...I thought the voice of Krishna specifically said something to the extent of 'we were right - the Metatron has another name.'"

Mikal adds softly to Ravana, her stormy-eyed gaze nervously sideways from beneath her bangs at the rakshasa lord, "I, um, we -- w-we were wondering if you c-could p-please promise -- you and your brother -- t-to not talk about this w-with Asmodeus? P-please?"

Mikal says, "Er, o-or his people either?"

Ravana's smile quirks. "I was just about to ask," he said. "You realize the Mazikin will have many questions. And even telling him 'no' will make him suspicious. In fact I would not be surprised if he is on his way to this tent even now. How do you propose to stave his curiosity?

Jareth's lips twitch slightly, "I could possibly convince him that he needs to trust us to stay silent this time."

Mikal blinks in alarm, sitting up straight like a startled fox kit, "H-here?! He -- he's coming here?" She looks around hastily, like she's seconds from bolting.

Norris looks at Mikal. "Does alla the info need to be secret? Might be able to give some of the truth to satisfy Asmodeus, enoguh that he won't ask too many questions?"

Norris reaches out and holds Mikal's hand, as if to comfort her.

Ravana says soothingly to Mikal, "He will not barge in here with my people at the door. But he will be curious and he will have questions." He looks to Jareth, "What did you have in mind?"

Jareth admits with perhaps an alarming glibness, "I had nothing particular in mind to say. But it is a gift I have had. People like to listen to me. They like agreeing with me."

Norris opens his mouth, and looks askance at Jareth. Because he was about to agree.

Mikal hastily pulls off her backpack and sits on it, then tries hard to look casual.

Norris taps his fingertips together. "Y'think there's a major danger in Asmodeus havin' the angel names? Like, woul' he do something dark an ominous with them?"

Mikal shifts off it after a second, and tries hiding it under Raphael. He gives her an amused glance, then rolls a paw around it, tucking it out of sight under his heavy-maned neck as he lays down his head on his paws. Mikal looks relieved, hugging the big raptor-wolf and whispering, "Thank you!" She nods worriedly up at Norris, "Oh, yes! Th-that's why I wanted to t-try calling one first, you know? B-because we'd rather make them friends, rather than dead."

Ravana taps his chin, then looks to Vhibishana. The two exchange some sort of unspoken conversation, then Ravana nods. "Very well," he says. "I will leave it to your hands. If it is not enough then I will have to simply refuse him, which will cause problems later but perhaps not so many as letting him access the information you have. If I may ask... why is it you wish him not to know of much of or all of this?

Norris says, "Hnh. An we know how Asmodeus feels, what wi' having gone his own way."

Jareth shakes his head, "He just feels ominous."

Mikal looks up at the big rakshasa a bit desperately, "B-because we're avatars -- that's the plan."

Ravana blinks at Mikal. After a moment, he asks, "All of you?"

Norris looks squarely at Ravana. "What she said. We's part of a plan, long ago, to deal with El-Amon-Re overstepping his reach. Gods what become mortal, t' hide from th' eyes of the Architect."

Mikal nods once, nervous as she's stared at by the rakshasa lord.

Norris jerks a thumb at Raph. "Even th' wolf. Take care t' look at yer feet afore you leave, or he'll tie yer shoelaces together."

Raphael snorts, then looks long-suffering. Mikal gives Norris a startled look, "Oh, no! He's not that bad, really! He's deeply loyal!"

Jareth's lips twitch a little bit, not quite sure why he doesn't want to mention his specific background to the rakshasa.

Both the raksasha sit back, looking perplexed but understanding. Then, Ravana nods slowly. "I see. I can understand why you would wish Asmodeus not to know of this."

Norris smiles. "I's just teasing. Mostly. Raph allus done right by me."

Mikal nods emphatically several times, breathlessly adding, "P-plus there are p-places Vishnu Lord almost d-didn't list, but did because he thought t-truth was important for record keeping for us in the future. If -- if those are bad places, m-maybe it'd be wisest not t-to tell the Mazikin that?"

Mikal adds quietly, "Also... he lies in state there. W-when we're done -- when we've won -- we have to win!" She takes a deep breath, calming herself down before she continues, "W-when we're done, he asked us to bring forth the 24 monks who remained behind, isolated from the Throne of Death, so they could rejoin their compatriots. As soon as others hear of this plan, it may take only their deaths for the Architect to learn of it... which is why we think it would be best if you and your brother were the only ones who knew."

Ravana, now much more serious and somber, nods. "That would be wise. I have some idea of why Lord Krishna might wish some places thoroughly lost, but it may be best to keep knowledge of them away from the Mazikin."

He listens silently to Mikal's comment about the 24 monks, that Lord Krishna is interred there, and he sighs a little. "It would be glorious," he says wistfully, "to pay proper respects to Lord Krishna there... but I understand. It would be impossible to keep it a secret in such a case." He inclines his head, as does Vhibishana. "My brother and I will not speak of it outside of this tent."

Mikal looks hugely relieved, "Oh, thank you!"

Jareth says, "I.. am not sure you could reach it. The Nether..."

Mikal nods to Jareth, "They couldn't. We'd have to bring it all out." She adds more seriously to the two rakshasa, "So... now what?"

Ravana lets out a gusty breath. "Well! Now we should move forward. You wish to test the True Names, yes? How did you propose to do that without letting Asmodeus know.

Norris looks wry. "That...is a very good question."

Norris considers. "Iffn' only we coul' lie to him, send him off on a wild goose chase."

Mikal brightens, her words spilling almost eagerly from her, "There are ways, Vibhishana says there are ways, to use a True Name to call someone, and to protect yourself as you do so, and to lower their will and increase yours, and can you teach me that? Can you? I will do my best to learn as quickly and well as I can if you do?!"

Norris looks sourly at Raph. "Sure you can't turn it' a fella what kin talk, Raph? We's could sure use yer lie-smithin power right now."

Jareth adds quietly, "It is something I think I should know, as well."

Mikal nods eagerly, "Yes, we were thinking we could make a team -- I could call and Cat could talk!" Then she blinks at Norris, "What?"

Ravana arches a brow in surprise. "I know some of what you are speaking of -- the sorcerous techniques of summoning are very much as you say, a contest of wills. I suspect that what you are seeking to do is related to, if not outright, summoning magic. Which is possible, even more so if you know your target's True Name."

Norris clears his throat. "Ehm. Was hoping Wolf could turn into a person that could talk. To someone besides you, Rabbit, is all. If it's his gift, to mislead...Asmodeus could use some misleading. Certainly not my skill." He seems to be clearly trying to work at talking like a person, rather than a yokel. It came easily to him in Angkor Wat, for some reason.

Mikal nods eagerly to Ravana, her eyes bright with excitement. She blinks at Norris a moment later, then says perplexedly, "Why would he want to speak and lie? He's misleading already, without having to lie." She adds firmly, "The most convincing lies are made up of the truth, anyway." She turns back to Ravana expectantly -- then blinks and wonders where that came from.

Norris says, "I was just talking, a moment ago, about being able to send Asmodeus away so we could test the true names. I couldn't manage a good lie though. But Wolf...he should be an expert."

Mikal gives Norris a puzzled glance, wondering why he's so determined to out poor Raphael... then decides best to keep the subject focus on Ravana. Hopefully she says, "So... could you teach us that, please?"

Ravana nods slowly, stroking his beard. "It will take time. Asmodeus is more knowledgable of such things than I, but we shall not involve him. I shall need some time, and it will be rather intensive, and will doubtless draw curiosity."

Mikal beams, almost bouncing in place with excitement, "All right! What do we need to do first? Do you need anything from us? Can we help?"

Norris doesn't understand the look that Mikal gives him� but then something fits together in his head, and he understands why he's so reticent. "Oh. Yeah. Bad idea, I guess." He looks sidelong at Jareth. "Guess it's up to yew then, Cat. Think yew can send Asmodeus off chasing butterflies?

Jareth grins tightly, "I think I can..."

Norris can't help but laugh! And then he impulsively hugs the pretty boy. "Sorry for gettin' all complex on yew. Don't want to step on your toes."

Ravana makes a quiet sound, smiling at Mikal's exuberance. "First, we shall have to lead Asmodeus astray, before I can begin instructing you, Rabbit and Cat, on the nuances of summoning." He considers Norris thoughtfully. "And then there is the question of what we shold have you and Wolf doing, Bear. As the old saying goes, 'idle hands are the devil's workshop' and let's not let the devil in our midst have more to do than we would like, eh?"

Norris says, "Especially cause I got big feet!" He huhs at Ravana's suggestion. "That's a durn good point."

Mikal considers for a bit, then looks at Raphael, "Can you read, big brother? Could you read all the scrolls and commit them to memory for us, so there's another copy of them to hand?"

Raphael looks a little wanly to Mikal. He can read, he can remember... but memorizing six scrolls full of dense information... he's not sure he wants to rely on his memory for that.

Norris huhs! "Actually, I just thought of something. Something that might help get Asmodeus out of our hair. I'm still interested in getting a list of what happened to the old gods...alive or dead. SHouldn't he know of those that were brought low by the Architect and his angels, what with having used to work for El-Amon?"

Jareth clears his throat, "Why not read them to the bail?"

Mikal blinks at Jareth... then grins and shakes her head slowly, "Of course. I'm a dope."

Mikal says absently to Norris, "Call him the Architect. We don't want Asmodeus asking why you've changed the name."

Norris nods. "Yuh. Good idea."

Norris gets another idea, then. "Do we know what happens when gods die? Is there someone that comes for them, like Raven does for mortals?"

Ravana answers that, "There is very little documented about gods actually dying. The Godswar was too chaotic to properly document such cases even though we know that it happened. However, it is believed that gods cannot be killed, per se. They sink into a state of torpor, and thence into the Nether. There have been a few cases, before the Godswar, where the revival of worship of a deity brought them out of torpor. But since the Godswar, no god has made any sort of appearance in that way."

Norris stares. "Wait...so gods could theoretically be brought back?" His hands tremble a little.

Mikal frowns thoughtfully, considering -- what will happen to them? A heartbeat later she blinks, one small hand closing in Raphael's heavy mane. She feels very, very alone but for her small pack.

Jareth takes Mikal's free hand and kisses her fingertips.

Mikal blinks up at Jareth, her eyes wide... then gets a rather goofily delighted grin on her face, watching him! She feels like her insides just melted -- or maybe her brain did.

Ravana purses his lips. "In theory. But as to how many worshippers there must be in order for that to happen... nobody knows. The waters become even more muddied in the case of avatars such as yourselves, or gods made manifest. I wish I had an easy answer for you."

Norris tries to get his brain working again. "Well...we'll worry about that later. So...that's a plan that's shot. You don't know, and Asmodeus likely doesn't know. But...maybe there is a source of information we can tap." He looks at Mikal. "Can I borrow the bail?"

Mikal blinks a few times as Ravana speaks, then turns her slightly dreamy gaze towards him, leaving her hand in Jareth's. "Umm... that's nice, but shouldn't we focus on what we need to do right now, Norris? Like... Ravana Lord, when can we start working?" She blinks again at Norris, then simply nods mutely. Raphael lifts his head, pulls out the backpack, unbuckles it, and gently paws out the bail, nudging it over to Norris with his nose.

Norris nods sagely to Mikal. "I will work. The bail is the best source of information...and even if it can't give me information on the fates of the gods itself, perhaps with the right questioning, it will tell me where to start looking."

Mikal murmurs to Norris, "Might want to read in all the scrolls too. Be careful to spell out the True Names as well, okay?"

Ravana nods, "Yes, we should start now. While you take care of that," he says to Mikal and Norris, "perhaps Cat and I should begin stymying Asmodeus's curiosity, eh?"

Norris looks wry. "I will do my best. It gets easier, talking clearly, if I work on it. I think my brain is getting stronger."

Mikal grins at Ravana and Jareth, her eyes sparkling, "Probably wise!" She pulls out the scrolls, setting the bail between her and Norris, with Raphael watching. "All right, let's get busy! Bail, can you record all this for us, please?"

With some use of the override codes, Mikal has it recording as Norris reads through the scrolls. Meanwhile, not half a dozen paces from the tent, Jareth and Ravana encounter a slightly perturbed Asmodeus, who has a mildly reproving look on his face. "Lord Ravana," he says, "I am certainly glad to see our young friends have returned safely. But have they learned so little of value that you did not seek to inform me when they arrived?" His eyes -- betraying a burning curiosity (almost literally; is that a whiff of brimstone?) -- go from Ravana to Jareth and back again.

Norris takes the scrolls into his hands, still marvelling how it is he's able to read everything, even though it seems a completely unfamiliar language. He starts work on the scrolls first, since that's of prime import, to have that information backed up.

Mikal takes the True Names scroll, since that's the one most likely to cause problems if there's any drawl in pronunciation. She also makes sure the scrolls are held up to the Bail so it can make visual records as well.

Jareth smiles at Asmodeus and says, "Mostly we learned to stay away from Mara."

ASmodeus arches his brows. "Indeed? Novice Buddhists learn that fairly quickly. You encountered Mara personally, however? I had thought him to be lost...."

Jareth shakes his head, "I can't be sure if we encountered him or just a shadow of his spirit. But it was not pleasant."

Asmodeus makes a quiet, not unsympathetic sound. "Yes, Mara is a tempter, among the most archetypical and widespread. His strength is that, by the nature of those he tempts, he need not attempt to lure them to apostasy, merely comfort and security."

Jareth nods, expression serious, "That is true. And it was a true trial pulling free of him. It is not something I would wish to try again quickly. We did find something of interest. I've been working on learning its use."

Asmodeus is an old hand at lawyering. While he is surely exploding with curiosity, he approaches his questioning with a careful, inquisitive air. "Oh?" he asks. "And what was it that you found, if I may ask, Cat?"

Jareth reaches into his tunic and comes out with the vajra, "It's a weapon. I have been learning its uses on the trip back. I have been given to know that it's sort of a spiritual tool as well. Those uses I haven't quite mastered."

Asmodeus's eyes widen. "Ah! A vajra! Truly an auspicious weapon. You found it at Angkor Wat, then? Was there more that you found there?"

Norris takes a break for a bit....and looks sidelong at Mikal. "Rabbit...I don't want to pry. But why is it Lord Ravana makes you so nervous? He seems nice enough, even if he was being all flirty earlier...did something happen during the hunt? Or was it the whole conflict where you weren't being taken seriously, is all?"

Mikal blushes hotly, stuttering over some words she's reading to the Bail. She takes a small, gasping breath, then stares down at her hands and the scroll in embarrassment. "No! N-no, he, he's been very nice. I j-just, I mean, he, uh, I and you know, when we, uh, when I was Ninshubur but more, you know, like with you? Er, and with him t-too..." Her voice trails off sheepishly, and her cheeks are flaming red.

Norris blinks. "Oh." And then he gets it. "Oh." He clears his throat. There's not much he can say to that. "yeah."

Jareth smiles a bit, "Yes, we found it there." His eyes cloud over with sadness as he says that, stroking his fingertips over it. "And an empty, sad city."

Mikal is still blushing furiously, her voice tiny, "Um. Yes." She takes a breath, then hastily adds, "So! Uh, where were we?" and then starts reading the scroll into the Bail again.

Norris has to change the subject after that. "Did Inanna have family? I have this vague memory that she was married, and had children...Hephaestus's memory, that is."

Mikal blinks at Norris, stuttering accidentally again, then shakes her head and grins ruefully, "Um, let's get this done first, all right?"

Asmodeus seems to have taken the story -- if not hook, line, and sinker, then accepting that Jareth is not outright lying or fabricating the truth. He nods a little. "There are many such places in the Dreamtime, Cat. They are maudlin places, but also obviously places where things of great power can be found."

Norris opens his mouth, and then trails off. He desperately wants to talk with someone about this.. ever since his lucid dream of Hera and Aphrodite on the way back, it's been tearing at him, that he has family that could be dead, or in torpor...or perhaps even still alive somewhere, hiding. Real family, and not just fake family like he had in Stanton. But he finally nods and goes back to assisting Mikal.

Jareth shakes his head quietly, tucking the vajra back into his tunic carefully, "I don't believe anything else of value still lies in that city."

Asmodeus frowns. "Nothing? Nothing at all? No information that could have been of use? No inscriptions, no hints, nothing about angels' True Names?"

Jareth shakes his head again, "There's nothing left there." He hesitates, "Well, an inscription. But it's not very useful."

In addition to being a lawyer, Asmodeus is also a scholar, and it's this part of him that now leaps to the fore. "Please, what did it say? I feel guilty already at sending you off to Angkor Wat and seeing you returned with naught of what you went there fore."

Jareth hesitates again, as if he's loath to waste Asmodeus' time with something that is of no use, "It mentions Metatron and that he may not always have been known as such." He shrugs, smiling wryly, "It would be a better piece of information if there were something further to go on."

Asmodeus likes that; he's already starting to worry over the puzzle like a dog given a bone. "Interesting. Yes, very." He bows to the two. "Thank you, Lord Ravana, Cat. I will ponder this and see what more information I can find for you. This is quite informative and may be quite critical to our efforts."

Jareth nods and says, quite sincerely, "We would love to hear anything you learn, Asmodeus. Thank you."

Jareth waits until Asmodeus is out of sight to turn to Ravana and arch an inquisitive brow.

Ravana glances back to Jareth, and deadpans, "And mortals called me cunning."

Jareth grins at the rakshasa and then schools his face to innocence, "But I told him the truth. For the most part." And then he turns back toward the tent, "I'm not good with outright lies."

Ravana laughs softly, "That, my friend, is the best lie told: the one that has a seed of truth in it. Or the one that simply omits some of the truth. All right. We've got the ex-Prosecutor of Mortality sated. Now to find a way to explain why I am teaching you and Rabbit summoning sorcery, and to explain where you got an angelic True Name. This is not the sort of operation that can be easily hidden."

Jareth thinks about it, "Moroni. We did speak with him at length. And it might believable that it was wrung out of him."

Ravana makes a quiet sound. "A good point. Yes, he may believe that. I have asked him and the other Mazikin to not speak with Moroni, at Moroni's request, which suits our purposes well."

Jareth smiles serenely and there's a little spring in his step, "We should get started as soon as Rabbit and Bear are done..." his eyes spring to life at the mention of Rabbit.

Ravana nods, "Aye, we should. Let's get back to Rabbit, Wolf, and Bear...."

Jareth is no sooner back in the tent than he wraps Mikal up in a kiss, spirits high with successfully having pulled the wool over Asmodeus' eyes.

Mikal is just finishing up, clearly enunciating as she reads the last of the scroll. She looks up absently, then brightens at seeing who's entering the tent. She carefully puts the scroll away, then beams, "So, can we start working on summoning now? Is everything all right with Asmodeus?"

Jareth puts on his most serious expression, "I'm afraid he'll be too busy researching Metatron's other name to wonder too much about anything. I broke the bad news that there's not much at Ankor Wat of value."

Norris opens his mouth, confused. Oh, wait. Riiiight. "Durn shame." he agrees.

Mikal giggles delightedly, bouncing lightly to her feet to dart over and throw her arms around Jareth in a quick hug. She leans back enough to look up at his and Ravana's faces a moment later, her eyes sparkling, "Teaching now?"

Ravana smiles. "Yes. Let's begin it now. It will take some time to properly train you."

Norris picks up the Bail. "I'll leave you to it, then, give y'all some space, annat."

Mikal beams again, her voice breathless with excitement, "Thank you!" This time the flashing smile is directed at Ravana, although she remains next to Jareth. She's not entirely sure he's at all interested in her any more, considering they've spent a night together... but she's too shy to ask.

And, truth be told, if the tiger lord said he was interested still... she's not sure she wouldn't squeak nervously and dive for cover! Better by far, she thinks, to simply stay tucked as much out of sight as possible.

The very appreciative, if subtle, glance that Ravana has for Mikal communicates that, when she is this excited and happy, he is quite, quite still interested in her.

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