At home, Jewell was too far removed from the Old Temple District to know what was going on. The faintest hint of smoke reached her sensitive nostrils and forced her off her balcony and indoors; the water fae was no friend to fire and its offspring. Inside her house, a cocoon surrounded by her own magical wards, she was in a safe haven; the dark magic used to slay families not even brushing against her magical-awareness.

Dressed for a night of scouting in the West End and just waiting for the hour to be right, she often left at midnight, The Empress sprawled out on her bed and stared at the ceiling. It wasn't an unusual position, neither was it odd that her eyes grew distant as she lost herself to daydreams that were more pleasant than life had been lately.

She was jarred rudely from pleasant fantasies into unkind reality: Help!!! Vanion's minions are killing families in the Old Temple District! He must be stopped! They're even killing the children. It sounded loudly in her head, the source of the voice easily identified as Kitty, speaking through the green marble Jewell had hidden somewhere in that cat suit of hers. The irony.

With the shout, her body had moved swiftly from prone to alert: she sat up straight, legs swinging over the side of the bed, arms pushing off the mattress to help her stand in fluid motion. Her arms moved up to defend her body against any attack before her brain could relay that the enemy was elsewhere. She relaxed only a moment, looking around her room and thinking of a course of action.

It was easily decided upon. She only grabbed her short sword, strapping it on her back, before leaving the house and using the marble to direct her towards Kitty.

Upon entering the city, Jewell became more aware of the situation and more disturbed. Kitty's warning had been upsetting enough as is and once Jewell hit the streets she could actually feel the panic stirring. Part of the city was burning—the Old Temple District, Kitty had said—and magic was thick in the air. Jewell knew little about Vanion but if he was involved with killing families and children, she would not hesitate to step in.

Despite her desire to head right to the source of the problem, she ran towards Kitty's office. Her feet barely touched the ground, fey-boots silent as she ran. She had to push and shove a bit to actually get inside Kitty's office, but it was easily done. Sometimes it helped being small.

Jewell found a wall to momentarily hold up until Kitty was done yelling at her people and they were pouring out of her office. Not winded a bit, the run had actually hyped up her energy level, she offered Kitty a grim smile, "You called for a mage and someone who deals in water? I'm at your disposal, Governor."