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9:00 AM - The Lost Clans Tower: Death Library

The threat was met with a raised eyebrow, and a hit of amusement in his response. "I will keep that in mind." Not that he was actually worried for his own safety. He'd scorned mares before, and had come out. well, alive, if not relatively unscathed. Besides, he doubted they could do worse to them than he'd already done to himself.

He did not respond with any farewells of his own, instead going back to the book shelves lining the room, hoping to find something that might be a sufficient substitute of that which the priestess had asked for.

12pm - Famine Living Quarters

Na'ima perked up a bit. She could smell it and it was..rather pleasant, actually. She knew the smell of cinnamon quite well. "Interesting? Tell me of your day, sister." Though despite her request she seemed distracted by the cinnamon rolls that had just been brought out. Eating was hardly a necessity, sometimes Na'ima would even just forget to eat, but sometimes a treat was delectable.

Once Falair had settled it wasn't long before the older mare was reaching over to pick up a roll, beginning to neatly pick it apart and eat it piece by piece. Oh, but it was delicious. "You love festivals," she remarked with a chuckle, "this is quite good, I may need to make more for myself later..thank you, love." Pausing in her eating, Na'ima took a moment to lean over and place a kiss against her sister's temple.

12pm - Famine Living Quarters

So basically he was throwing a tantrum. Na'ima glanced around for sign of the freakish creature at first. "Perhaps he has hit puberty," she agreed almost seriously. It could have been a joke or she could have been serious. Either way it was the strangest creature she had ever encountered. "I promise you I did not poison Reject." As if it needed to be said.

"Nostalgic?" That was interesting. "What memories do these bring you, sister?" Memories were nice. Especially happy ones.