You know darn well When you cast your spell you will get your way When you hypnotize with your eyes A heart of stone can turn to clay

America - You Can Do Magic "There is now an urgency that carries me toward the course of need." Veighn growled. "And I donnae like such a feeling. I must speak to Belial post haste." His jaw flexing, muscle rippling along it as it grew taut beneath his flesh.

Temper flashed within her own eyes at the anger Cieara felt being directed her way and her head lifted as she moved gracefully to her feet with a swirling of silk and rap of boots hitting the floor. "Then why don't ye leave a message for her Veighn?"

"I'm informing ye, Cieara. Simply that. Ye have, in much haste, reminded me of ye position of doing what ye will in regard to things upon coming to ye own conclusions of such decisions. Have ye naught?" Veighn rounded, eyes narrowing on her. "Is that what I am to understand from ye speech this evening?" Gods, he was becoming more volatile by the moment. He was leaking energy, so much more than usual, past those muting wards. It was as if something were, affecting him more as of late.

Arms folded over the black silk shirt she was wearing as Cieara regarded him, hints of crimson flickering within the depths of darkening emerald eyes and yet her tone was carefully controlled and softly offered. "Have I interfered within the things ye be wanting to do Veighn" Be there a collar about my neck with ye crest' Have I demanded anything of ye?"

"In mine state, the wards throughout House Onyx will flare so brightly one could see it standing on the surface of one of Rhydin's moons. I think I shall naught set foot in Bloodholme until I have composed mineself further." More energy erupted, shadow, mixing with the Shar'Vae, its pull ebbing and flowing like the moon pulls the tide. Necrotic energy welled in him, and another attribute, almost, nihilistic commingling with the Lunithaylian fields of Law constantly evolving around him.

The air grew hot, static, and chillingly cold all at once. Dimensional fabric warped, rippling in waves like the heat off desert sand, around him. More than one sense of "space" spilled into the materium presently, and his visage cast a dark light behind that liquid bronze flesh. The veins in the flesh of Veighn's face and hands growing dark.

Cieara's narrowing emerald eyes noticed the ebb and flow of that energy and she ground her teeth for a moment, seeking composure even as her temper simmered to a near boil and after a moment of struggle managed to contain it. "This is nae the place for this discussion Veighn. Lets walk as ye said ye wished."

His nod was curt, his features stoic through massive exertion of will and restraint not akin to him. Veighn moved, again, more like a phantom shade than a man, across the floorboards as he strode toward the door.

There was tension in her carefully controlled cultured tone as she moved towards the door after him with a posture that was a regal as a princess, while tugging the gloves back upon her hands as if donning armor for a battle." I shall deliver ye message to Belial." Said to his back as Cieara moved out the door, letting it fall closed behind her. Cieara emotions were hovering upon surface at present, for he had failed to answer her questions. His own mood simply to mercurial for them to have any sort of peaceful conversation, and even this baffled her greatly. His lashing out at her, for the actions of others had not been welcomed, nor was it expected. Thus she was battling her own less then serene temperament, which was vacillating between melancholy and rage.

Even as she suffered the pangs of anger, there was also an underlying concern. A trepidation she had not been able to give voice to. Something was happening to Veighn, and there was naught a thing she could do to ease his fury. Cieara didn't have the same understanding of magics as others and in truth she was starting to think it might be time to seek that knowledge. If nothing else, she could at the very least garner some insight to what unknown force was affecting her lover. Thus, plans were being made to achieve those goals, but first she had a few promises to keep.

Having given her word of course to the various parties seeking Belial's council, Cieara fully intended to keep it. Thus here she was, stepping into Onyx house and casting her senses forth to see if Bel was perhaps about. The familiar link tingling upon her mind sent her gliding deeper within, a shadowy wraith within the long hall of opulent offices.

"Aunt Belial?" Cieara's tone was hushed and quiet, as if not wishing to break the calm silence that hung about the house at such an hour.