The kurori snapped her fingers again to make her wings vanish to make things fair with Serna and bolted towards the water again. "Hah! You're too slow, Serna!"

"No I'm not," Serna bolted after Caliaphy, "You didn't give me any warning that you were going to run off like that. No fair!"

"Teeheehee!" Caliaphy smirked jumping back into the water.

"I'll catch up with you yet, Caliaphy," Serna dived back into the water and swam towards her friend.

"Ooooo! You're good, Serna!" Caliaphy beamed, "Let's play Marco-Polo. It's kinda like Hide and Seek but we play it in shallow water only. One person closes their eyes and says,'Marco.' The other person or people say, 'Polo.' Got it?"

"Okay, that sounds like fun!" Serna smiled after she caught up with Caliaphy, "Do you want to go first or shall I?"

"You can since I tagged you in Hide and Seek last night up in the Commons." The kurori gave her the thumbs up.

"Okay!" Serna closed her eyes and stuck her hands outward, "Marco!"

"Polo!" Caliaphy danced around the shield maiden, "Polo!"

*******

Seri smirked, "I know just the place. There's an alcove near the reef. Stay close to me or the current will pull you back out to sea."

"Consider it done," Neven smiled as he released Seri, "By all means, lead on."

The teenager lead the thief to the alcove. It was a small cave that had calm waters for being so close to open sea and it also provided moderate shelter from the elements.

When they arrived, Neven took Seri by the hand and spun her into his arms. Looking into her eyes, the Thief asked, "Now, where were we?"

Seri smirked and wrapped her arms around the shoulders of the thief and kissed him passionately.

Neven returned the passionate kiss with one of his own as he pulled Seri closer to him.

Seri released the kiss slowly and dipped beneath the water and popped up onto the small ledge to rest a little. "Come to me, my handsome thief of shadows."

*****

The Chronicler was instantly teleported into the harsh choppy waters where the bay met the Fire Sea. In that very area contained a narrow treacherous passage that only those with vast experience knew how to navigate without ripping the hulls of their ships out from underneath them. In the depths below swam a school of man-o-war jelly fish. In her mind the Sidhe said, "Lle holma ve' edan Feuyaer! You are FOREVER banned from Asylum, drowling! Just you and you alone! BEGONE!"

"GLADLY AND HAPPILY!" War Scribe shouted at the open air as she tread water in the Fire Sea, "But know this before I go, Ethelion of the Sidhe, you and your house and your people. 'Nostach be Orch gaer'! And you can quote me on that!"

With that said, the Drowling teleported away from the outskirts of Asylum.

Irzen suddenly found himself back on the shore in front of Madame Mabel and Willow.

"War Scribe?!" Irzen looked around for the Drowling that had been by his side.

"WHAT THE??" The courtesan gasped and nearly fell on her butt. "How...how did 'ye get 'ere?"

"It's Ethelion! He's returned!" Irzen declared to Willow.

"You mean the King of the Sidhe? Are you daft?" Madame Mabel stared at the swordsman, "I'm not originally from Asylum. I hail from the Emerald Isle of Ireland. The legends of the Sidhe are not to be taken lightly. They are to be taken with the utmost seriousness. The fact that 'ye are still 'ere is a miracle. Most people who encounter even one of 'em are never seen again! I've known friends who didn't heed the warnings when they've gone and done one their Wild Hunts in and around Asylum and were gone. Just like that."

Willow cursed under his breath as he shook his head.

"Before you ask who he is," Irzen turned to Madame Mabel, "Let me apologize for startling you. I did not mean to do it. Ethelion is a Grade A horse's ass of a Sidhe who thinks he's superior to everything and everyone around him. Worse than that, he likes to drop in on us from time to time just to torment us with his superiority complex. It was he who teleported me here without warning."

The old courtesan suddenly became pale. She was visibly mortified that the drow would even talk about the Sidhe in such a manner.

"And he's done something to War Scribe," Irzen turned back to Willow, "I know it! He's just too much of a cowardly get to stand before us and tell us what he did."