Krajiinkt and Linaeve left the Southern Glen, on a path for Krajiinkt?s shuttle, to take them both to the Flotilla as promised. As they walked, hand in hand even, it seems a spell of silence had fallen over the pair, not a word was exchanged between them. Slowly, Krajiinkt led her to the Inn, but not inside. They went around the back of it, through the alley?s, where there was an abandoned Mando?ad base, presumably once belonging to the clan Ordo.

In the midst of this broken shell of a military base, was a small landing port, a shuttle bay that had survived whatever catastrophe that had originally reduced the base to rubble. He led her through this debris strewn building, stepping over and past fallen equipment and chunks of sheet rock and metal, to a pair of large metallic doors. Obviously, these doors were new, recent; he had them installed with a few K?neah techs, and did a lot of restoration work on the shuttle bay itself. He had even considered completely restoring the base and moving in, but that was a task for another time.

Inside the shuttle bay, was a largish landing craft, a small orbital shuttle designed to transport passengers from large starships, to planet surfaces, and vice versa. It was roundish, no circular like your generic UFO, but had an odd organic design to it, curved rather than flat and rectangular, with a light silvery color, and flecks of blue here and there. The cockpit was opened, a pilot?s seat at the front most part of the craft, with four passenger seats behind it. Conical, in a sense, or triangular.

Krajiinkt led Linaeve to the craft, and helped her inside, then climbed in after her. Naturally, the seats were high backed, as the race it was designed for was tall, and it had a large amount of leg room. He helped fasten all the buckles and restraints into place, then sat down in the pilot?s chair, and strapped himself down. The cockpit shut, a dark tinted glass like compound slid over their heads to seal it off with a low ?hiss?.

He glanced over his shoulder at her, just to make sure all was well, then flicked several multi-colored switches, and the engine hummed to life. It was a quite craft, not roaring or loud like many human made shuttles, just emitted a low humming sound, constant and rhythmic.

The shuttle bay opened on the ceiling, and slowly the craft lifted from the ground. Landing gear was pulled up and closed into hatches on the bottom of the ship, then as it cleared the base, its nose angled upward, and it slowly started its ascent. Soon enough, the shuttle picked up speed, darting swiftly through the air, slowly breaking through the planet?s atmosphere.

It took a few moments of quick flying, the ride was surprisingly smooth, and then it was as if they were in the ocean. All resistance stopped as the broke past the planet?s atmosphere, and drifted out into the cold vacuum of space. If she thought the planet looked wondrous or amazing from the Flotilla, now, it was as if they were floating directly above it, in an ocean of midnight and stars. All around them, a veil of black and twinkling silver, behind them, a great ball of blue water, land masses, and white clouds. It was all very ethereal, very otherworldly.

They drifted about for half an hour, slowly cutting through the emptiness that was space, simply so she could see it all in full, then he angled the craft to head off in a new direction, and soon enough, the Flotilla came into view. It was a massive fleet of starships and shuttles, all drifting around the planet in a mass group. They all held similar design, large, round in general shape, and colored with blues and silvers. Except one, the middlemost ship, the largest, was oddly rectangular, boxy and pronged, with many spires similar to a medieval cathedral or a Gothic castle. Its colors were reds and silvers, the K?neah flagship, the ship he would be taking her, where his father, the Grand Admiral, K?neah equivalent to king, waited.

A reassuring smile was again offered, seems he'd be giving a lot of those during their trip to the Flotilla. Then, his long multijointed hand reached out, and curled gently around her's as he started to walk off. A few short nods were given to other K'neah, all wearing masks similar to the one he had originally worn. Some silver, others blue, gender was easily distinguishable.

The hangar they had landed in, was filled with many such shuttles, and mostly tech crew members. A large circular door before them opened, and they were suddenly in what looked like a rich palace. The K'neah that passed them wore flowing robes of fine silk-like materials, none of them wore the masks the ones in the hangar had, all looked very noble and regal.

"This is the entrance hall," he said as he motioned about with his free hand toward the large hall that they were walking through. Their feet moved across velvet like carpet, red down the middle, silver and gold along the sides. Many columns stood up on either side of them, vaguely similar to those of roman palaces and architecture.

He slowly led her through the palace like ship, past rooms where odd experiments took place, strange equipment being developed, and meetings occurring everywhere they went. Eventually they came upon another set of round doors, and it was here they waited.

"Those are the doors to the council chambers, where father will be. You should probably refer to him as Admiral Vakntah for the time being, this being a purely political meeting."

With a 'whoosh' the doors opened smoothly before t hem, and led the way into a large circular chamber. Krajiinkt led her inside, still guiding her by the hand, and they stopped on a small circular platform. In front of them, was a raised dais like structure, with a large throne like chair, upon which was seated, a tall and old K'neah.

This man, wore not robes, but impressive power armor, silver and black, as was his hair, black with strands of gray so pale they seemed silver. His eyes were an intense and deep violet, his face wrinkled and old, but his gaze alert and full of life, this was the Grand Admiral, this was their king, and Krajiinkt's father.

Next to him, in a smaller, but still large throne, sat a female, draped in white and gold robes, with silver skin, an aged face, and bright blue eyes, her hair was long and silver, lustrous despite her age, Krajiinkt's mother.

Then next to her, in a chair even smaller, was a much younger K'neah woman, with skin as smooth as the richest silk, with eyes of a deep and inviting green, calm and kind, silver hair like her mother's, angled cheek bones like her father's, Krajiinkt's sister.

He bowed low to his father, greeted him in the K'neah dialect, then motioned to Lin while introducing her as well.

"Lin, this is my father, Grand Admiral Vrinktar Vakntah, my mother, High Priestess Vileina Vakntah, my sister Rashtina Vakntah, and her advisors," he motioned to the small group of scientists who stood behind, and to the side of his sister.

Then he turned to them all, and spoke for a few more moments in the K'neah dialect, his father nodded and spoke a few times, but otherwise, he was left uninterrupted.

This would be the third time the at-times-timid healer would have taken care with her appearance. Her hair had been plaited with thin, opaque ribbons to hold it in place at the base of her neck, though try as she might little whisps had escaped to cradle and feather frame the gentle curve of her face. The slight weight of her long braid resting on the small of her back was a comfort to her, an anchor if you will; for as calm as she appeared and had assured Krajiinkt that she was, Lin couldn't help but feel a wee nervous at this intimate gathering and secret gifting. Wouldn't you?

Just as her eyes were filled with the tall, lovely K'neah family before her and all their gentle expressions, Vakntah's form had broke her vision when it barreled into her and Krajiinkt. A hand had come to rest gently on the boy's head as he pulled back from his tight arm wrap about her body, unable to help but chuckle at his excitement. "You're most welcome, little man. I'm glad you're enjoying it." She said with a nod of her head before the boy retreated.

Silver eyes fell to the majority of Kraj's family again, her smile genuine, yet slightly wane. Despite her best attempt, they would undoubtably see her mild intimidation written across her expression. "Good morning to you all." She said soflty, her head inclining in the Admiral and his wife's direction first before then to Kraj's older sibling and her husband.

Another kind expression was given to the energetic blue boy as he followed close behind. She turned though, and the silver eyes behind thin silver frames watched this warm exchange between Kraj and his family. Her heart thumped softly as she thought back to her own mother so far away, touched and taken by these simple, family gestures... But those thoughts were not for now, she decided quickly before tears threatened.

As the Grand Admiral made his thick attempt at her language, she nodded, her smile widening; though from the praise of his words, not how they were spoken. She knew she had helped the K'neah people, but in her mind it wasn't something so grand that some other clever person could not have managed to do it if in her place... Then again, given the deep appreciation everyone here kept giving her, she knew that their words were true, heartfelt, and that she would have to accept them as truth, not just polite pleasantries.

Deciding on this path to honor their praise instead of bow from it, she stepped forward, her lips pressing for a brief moment to her fingers before they reached out and touched the Admiral's cheek. Whether or not it would be received in the manner she'd meant to given it, her eyes spoke well enough her feelings. And as her hand fell back to her side, it brushed Krajiinkt's fingers, slinking around them in a familiar gesture of comfort as she waited for his father to continue.

Eyes traced the old, delicate box as her slender fingers reached out to cradle the small cube gently. Lin handled the thing as though it would break, like the most precious of glass, her touch the picture of care. Silver seemed the theme here, and for a moment she felt more a part of this scene than ever before. She saw in the reflection of her lenses the silver of her eyes, with more focus she then noticed the silver frames of those lenses, further still to the latch upon the box; even the room around her, their silvery clothing, the bright reflection of Kraj's eyes, his mother's beautiful skin...

It brought a new smile to the healer's lips as she brought her attention back to the here and now. Only a moment's breadth had passed during this careful revelation of their underlying color theme. The severity of the situation had caught her nervous attention again, but she squashed it back down, and mentally pulled up her 'big girl' skirts. Lin's head canted, brows furrowing ever so slightly as that smile curled into one of genuine curiosity and interest.

Curiousness overrode her senses, and prompted the clement nodded. "Of course I'll hear him out, I would not be the person you all claimed I was if I did not have the courtesy to listen." Those silver eyes so much a reflection of Kraj's, stared kindly into the Admiral's as she spoke, though she knew his son would translate.

"Liddenfolk... It has been such a lonely name for so very, very long." A watery smile took hold of Lin then as her fingers ghosted across the various treasures inside the box. For a long moment she just marveled at the silvery script and delicate bracelet, though it was soft, because her eyes were half lidded, thick lashes hiding the soulful glimmer in her silvery eyes. Swallowing thick, with emotion, she turned to them all to further explain; this was a story she did not often tell, and they deserved to know the history of her family before they offered to share their own.

"The very first of us was a man... A powerful wielder of Light and Dark magicks, the first half very much like my own." A hand rose as she spoke, and a lone finger traced the delicate, foreign outline of the bird upon the secondary crest. With a soft breath, life came to the shape, and a bright ghost of the bird soared from the paper. "He, along with the other first Magi, found finally for man and sentient creature kind alike, how to harness the magick of the world. When he met his beloved, they bared only one child; a little girl... The babe was gifted with his innate power for the Light magicks."

The little bird of light she'd breathed to life had traveled the distance from the box to the air above their heads. The bird split into countless multiples not a moment later, showering the room in a warm, gentle wash of light; it would dissipate as she spoke. "Ever since that, the line of LiddenFolk has been women, and only women, and only ever one child... We keep this name in honor of our one and only forefather, though I speak for my entire lineage when I say, I am humbled by this request to take the Vakntah in conjunction with my own. I know of your family enough, in this little time spent on your wondrous home, just how genuine and rare a folk you are.... And how special." Lin turned for a moment, her eyes lingering on Kraj, her smile growing fonder, before turning back to the bulk of his family, even little Vakntah. By the time she finished speaking, the lingering lights had faded, but the warm zeal she exuded had not.

"The honor in our conversation is double ended, I assure you, Grand Admiral. Your son, Krajiinkt, was the first of your family I'd come across... Did he tell you of how we met? The circumstances?..." She trailed off then, sparing the ground a shy glance before her eyes side swept to the familiar, lean contours of her love's face. For a moment she found herself lost in the memory of their meeting, the coolness of his skin, the stumble in his melodic voice when he first began to exchange language with her.

The endearment loosened it's hold on her face then as she blinked, a bit embarrassed at her own mind's aptness for wandering. Silver eyes turned back to the Admiral as her voice found itself again. "Another time... For this one here is about my answer to your decorous offer." Another breathless pause then as tentative fingers traced the delicate bits in the box, though her eyes never left the tall, slender figures before her. "How could I do anything but accept? Not to do so would be an insult to the Vakntah family as well as my own. Of course I will take your name into mine, as I said, it is an honor doubly shared." Her answer was accompanied by a nod, feeling an indescribably powerful swell of pride course through her; not only from her decision, but the Admiral's words. Such words delivered by Kraj were not unheard of, for they'd often exchanged sweet, pride-inducing nothings when the other was speaking too humbly. But to see them backed by the warmth in his family's eyes, the reflection of there acceptance, it all but took her breath away.

She bowed then, a gesture starting from the waist down, her braid threatening to slip down the slender curve of her shoulder the movement was so prim and grand. A hand rose though as she bowed, a slender finger holding the bridge of her glasses in place as she gave a slight, sudden wink towards the smallest of the group. The smile that accompanied that secretive wink was wide, warm, and accompanied by a small flash of her teeth. "I suppose this really makes me your auntie now, hmm? Linaeve LiddenFolk Vakntah, or Linaeve Vakntah LiddenFolk, which do you think suits better, little man?"