Jeria looked up at Caete, her amethyst eyes curious.
"What did you do?" She asked. She turned to Liam, her eyes sparkling.
"Perhaps, if you ask nicely." She told him with a smile. She already had an idea of what she wanted to write for the song.

Jeria eyed Caete as he waved it off, and at Liam, then decided to just leave it for now. Perhaps Niriz would tell her.

OOC:
I've been brain dead lately, sorry. x.x

Jeria smiled at Niriz, her amethyst eyes sparkling with joy. She fanned her wings out, curling one around Caete.
"That sounds like a wonder....ful...idea." She trailed off, clutching at Caete's shoulder. A flashback completely took over her inner eye, of a male and female Nephilim together. She was there too, but quite young. She remembered....The line that Caete had said to her. That was it. She heard it in her memory, murmured by the male Nephilim. Niala. That was her. Her...her mother. She remembered her mother! Her father was just out of reach....And then the memory slipped away again. But she clung to the name that warmed every single part of her body. She looked up at Caete, her eyes bright, and she smiled.
"Niala. My mother. What you said triggered a memory....and I remembered my mother." She said, but then she grew a bit sober. "Where is she, is she alive, is she safe? Please, can I see her? She asked Caete and Niriz, looking back and forth between them eagerly.

OOC:
Her mother is alive but very ill, almost near death. XD

Slyth sniffed, and dropped back down towards her sister, I like wind! Lookie! She gently landed on Niriz's shoulder and flicked both of her wings, causing a small tornado-like gust of wind to spring forth and flutter along. She smiled over at her older sister and puffed up her chest in pride, Niriz said we was gonna suprise you with it. She leaned over and nuzzled Niriz's cheek, licking it for good measure.

Niriz smiled, letting her hand fall to Slyth's side. "Its true. Her power developed just about a week ago. I was in the bath and she was paddling around like a little dog when she did that tornado thing." She giggled and lightly scratched her side, "Unfortunately it made a rather uncontrollable typhoon that chased us out of the room until it died down." She shook her head and chuckled a little more. "I still haven't been able to get up all the water that she flung everywhere."

Niriz turned back to Liam, "No one ever said that I wasn't harsh, Liam." When she heard Jeria she turned, her face becoming slightly thoughtful, "Jer, she's alive, but she's very sick dear. I've had to help some of the doctors with her on occasion, because of my specialty in healing..." She trailed off, looking away.

Caete moved his arm around Jeria's shoulders, gently squeezing her. He leant down and whispered in her ear, "Its wonderful that you remembered her. I'm proud of you." He pulled her tightly to him, trying to convey his affection, "You can see her, love."

Jeria nodded eagerly, wrapping one arm around Caete's waist and squeezing gently back in gratitude.
"Okay. Can you take me to her, Niriz, please?" She asked. She was trembling with excitement. Niala. Her mother. She remembered her mother. Warmth filled her heart until she thought it was going to explode. Would her father be there? Was he alive? Now that she knew who her mother was, she could simply ask Caete or Niriz. She perked up, her wings fanning out to either side with eagerness.
"Who is my father?" She asked, her amethyst eyes bright.

OOC:
Her father's name is Diaji, and he's been missing for ten years as well because he left to look for Jeria shortly after she was taken.

Jeria's face fell a tiny bit but she continued smiling.
"Ah, alright. Well, maybe me and mother can look for him once she gets well again." She said brightly, following Niriz.

OOC:
Bleh short.

"It will." She said determinedly. She lifted a hand and smiled at Vix, stroking the little gold's head and scratching her jaw gently with a fingernail. She blushed pink when Caete kissed the top of her head, but she didn't mind. She laid her head on his shoulder.
"What's wrong with Niala? Do the healer's know yet?" She asked curiously, her eyes flickering to Niriz.

Jeria smiled at Liam, her amethyst eyes lighting up again with happiness. She licked her lips and laughed, the sound warm and low, melodious, instead of high pitched and shrill like some women.
"Red, definitely." She said with a grin. She moved her scratching finger to Vix's left wing joint and gently rubbed the dragonette's scales there. She glanced up at Caete when he kissed her temple again, a pleased smile touching her lips, a mischievous sparkling entering her eyes. She turned her head and kisses Caete's neck just below the corner of his jaw, then returned to resting her head on his shoulder, her eyes glittering with humor. She pursed her lips and nodded at Niriz. She was still worried about Niala, and she knew exactly what Liam was doing, but she let them try and distract her. It was working.

Jeria smiled and took the red apple, biting a small piece from it. Her eyes widened in appreciation and she swallowed. So sweet and tart, but not too much on either. She smiled at Vix as she heard the low whistling, and shifted her wing so that, should the dragonette fall back, she would only fall a few inches before landing on the mainstay of her wing, cushioned by feathers.
"Yes, very good apples." She said, smiling.

Slyth hummed slightly as she gobbled the tiny piece of apple, contentedly nuzzling Liam's cheek. I like shoulders. Shoulders is nice, cause you can lay dere. And cuddle and be happy and be warm and sleep. She stuck her head out in front of his face again and happily licked his nose. Happy to pass on the information of just how wonderful shoulders were. Because obviously he could never know, he was just too large. And also too clumsy.

Caete grinned down at Jeria, leaning down and pressing his lips to her head yet again. "Possibly the best I've ever had the joy of coming across." He blushed deeper, and allowed his hand to slip down between them. He gently ran his fingers over hers, gently asking if he could hold her hand.

He could see in the distance that they were approaching one of the many medical buildings in Du Weldenvarden, and he smiled, excited, yet also somewhat pained. He wanted Jeria to be all right. And he would do whatever he could to make her happy.

Niriz smiled widely, "Oh Liam. She adores you. I mean can you really blame her? She's just surrounded by people who love her." She giggled and walked up to his shoulder and patted it, "Though I'd say your shoulder is so much more comfortable because of the lack of muscle." She giggled mischievously, squinting her eyes at him to indicate that she was joking.

She could see the grounded building, "There it is Jer, that large hut like building there. There's several of them located around the city, all generally close to the center of town, so everyone can find one and get there quickly if necessary." She took a deep breath aware of her tour guide like rambling, then blushed. "I seem to have gotten a little excited. When we get in, you just need to ask the elf sitting at the desk to see your mother. She'll ask for the name, and then we'll be taken to her room." She slowed slightly, "And I'll request to speak to her doctors if you wish." She glanced at Jeria and Caete and smiled gently.

OOC:
Is fine, things can get in the way like that. XD Just glad to have you back, GA.

IC:
Jeria blushed pink and smiled, her amethyst eyes lighting up with content. She stuck her tongue out at Liam playfully, then paused for a moment when Caete's hand gently touched her own. She hummed very softly and opened her fingers, lacing them through his. She glanced up at him and smiled briefly. Niriz pointed out the medical building then, and she swallowed. Would her mother even recognize her? Would she be lucid enough, or would she be unconscious? She shook her head and squeezed Caete's hand once, grateful for his steady presence at her side.
"Yes, I would like that, Niriz, thank you." she said, and smiled at her friend. She swallowed again and lifted her chin with a confidence she didn't feel inside, and made her way to the building.
Once inside, however, the confidence disappeared, and she bit her lip. She approached the woman at the desk shyly, not meeting her gaze. The Elf smiled and inclined her head.
"Miss, how may I help you?" she asked. Her tone was warm, like apple cider, and it let her relax a tiny bit. Jeria smiled in return.
"I'm Jeria, I'm looking for my mother? Her name is Niala. I was told she was gravely ill and that I could find her here." the female elf pursed her lips and shuffled through a few papers, then nodded.
"Yes dear, she's in here. Please, follow me." she stood and walked through the doorway that led deeper into the building. There was a hallway of rooms, some with the door closed, some with them open. The elf stopped at one of the closed doors and opened it. "Here she is. You can all go in, the room is big enough, just don't cause a lot of noise." she warned gently before walking back to the front desk to give them privacy.
Jeria froze with her hand on the door handle, fears and scenarios racing through her mind. She clenched her eyes shut and banished them to the back of her mind. When she reopened them, she slowly pushed the door open. The room was simple, one cot, a night stand beside the bed, a table, a lamp, and a few chairs. What occupied Jeria's attention though was the figure on the bed. Their back was toward her, so she couldn't see their face, but their wings were perfectly clear. A beautiful ice green around the shoulders that faded into pale blue at the tips. On seeing them, memories flashed through her mind, one after the other, making her gasp. After a full minute they slowed, and she glanced at the others.
"I'm fine.." she murmured quickly, then turned back to the woman on the bed. She took a step forward hesitantly. The previously stone still figure stiffened slightly. And a voice, rich and warm, but weak, sang through her ears.
"I told you before, there's no change. Leave me alone." it rasped softly. Jeria stopped cold, her eyes wide. Her lips parted, and her voice spoke without her consent.
"Mother..?" she sounded young and small and scared. The head of the woman lifted suddenly and glanced over her shoulder, piercing Jeria with a gaze like moonbeams. The eyes widened in shock, and she whipped around and stood in a motion so fast that the blanket flew against the wall and slid to the floor. The young Nephilim stood utterly still, staring. Her body trembled, but the only way to know this was by the feathers of her wings shaking minutely.
"Jeria? You...I thought you were dead...We found your blood at the place you were taken...How...Jer? Is it really you, not another of my visions..?" asked Niala. Jeria bit her lip and nodded hesitantly.
"It's really me mother...I survived in Uru'baen thanks to Cveti, and Caete...they are the reason I kept fighting. I lost some of my memories, but I'm getting them back...and I just had my memories of you triggered and I-" she gasped as she was cut off by Niala's arms holding her tightly. It took her a moment to realize Niala was sobbing. When she did, she wrapped her arms around her mothers waist, and squeezed comfortingly, tears streaking down her own cheeks. But she was happy. Just like when she was young, Niala's wings extended and wrapped around her shoulders, enfolding her in their warmth like a cacoon. She smiled and rested her head on her mothers shoulder, closing her eyes with content.

OOC:
Uh...whoa. ._. my fingers took over...

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Niriz stood by Liam, carefully looking in, her eyes softened and she smiled gently, happy to take in the scene in front of her. Jeria deserved a small bit of happiness, and she was glad Caete was able to help with that. Perhaps Niala, could be healed, then she would also help to restore Jeria's life at home in Ellesmera.

She gently wrapped her arm through Liam's, and nodded at Caete pointing toward the offices, so she could give them a moment alone, and get an update on Niala's condition. Liam, lets give them a moment and go speak to her Doctors.

She tugged him away and through another wooden doorway, just across the hall, and knocked twice before entering. She was relieved that she knew these doctors so well, having worked with them for so long. "Hello, Liren." It was one of the older elves, who had stayed despite his age to help with the ailing and sick. He smiled, "Hello, young Niriz, what brings you, child?"

She smiled back, gently releasing Liam's arm, as her back tensed slightly, "Actually, something of great importance, Liren-elda. Of course you remember Niala, the one whose daughter was lost many years ago. Well, it's common knowledge that Jeria had lost most of her memory, but earlier she had a flashback and remembered her mother." She stepped, to a chair as he motioned for her and her companion to sit down. "I remember helping with her and I was wondering if you'd found any possible cure to her ailment, or really, any information at all?" She smiled hopefully. (OOC: DS4 you can control the doctor so he can inform Niriz of all that stuffs :} lol)

Slyth was quite content to just lay on Liam's shoulder as her mate dragged him to a new room with an older elf in it. She immediately darted up, interested in the medical knick knacks littering the room

Caete grinned, excited for Jeria to remember and re-meet her mother. He nodded to Niriz and Liam as she dragged him, presumably to speak to the doctors. And he stepped closer, letting Jeria know he was there, and that he wasn't moving. He allowed himself to look around the room, quaint yet homey.

Liren sighed and sat, leaning forward to rest his arms on his legs. "We haven't been able to find anything similar to it, so it has no medical name, however among the doctors we call it the Degen Gene. So far we've found that it causes degenerative symptoms in the victim, hence the name we've given it. Bone loss, muscle, inability to keep much food or water down at any one time, occasional memory that returns after a few hours, vision loss. But the peculiar part of her ailment is the visions. Niala receives visions of, what seem to be, utter truths. She can see or experience these visions in various ways, but she usually has dreams. They come randomly and seem to have no rhyme or reason, no pattern, and some of them don't even make sense. But we've found that if we pay attention to them, they always come true, and not always in the way that's expected. For the past week however she's only been having one vision, every night in her dreams. Nothing changes, nothing varies, which is odd. Currently we have two doctors, two of the Elven Council, and two Nephilim that the Queen picked by hand to try and decipher the vision before it comes true. And as for a cure?" he spread his hands in a helpless gesture. "We've found nothing that works. Niala will continue to weaken until her heart gives out from pure strain, or her body shuts down from lack of nourishment. There's little we can do except continue to receive any visions she gives us and make her as comfortable as possible. It doesn't seem contagious either, there is no fear of you or the others becoming infected. Except.." his eyes unfocused and became far away as he thought, then snapped back into alertness. "Jeria might be in danger...if it's not contagious normally, it might pass through the bloodline. Inherited, you could say. The Degen Gene might be more aptly named than we thought."

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Jeria noticed that Niriz and Liam left, and she smiled at Caete in gratitude for staying. Her mother was still sobbing, clutching her close. Jeria pulled away gently and wiped her tears away.
"Why are you crying mother?"
"I thought you were dead, Jer. Why would I not be crying." Niala gasped softly. The young Nephilim smiled and shook her head, her amethyst eyes gleaming.
"I'm here now. I'm not healed completely from what was done to me, but someone his helping me." shyly she reached for Caete and wrapped an arm around his waist. Her cheeks blushed light pink. Niala blinked a few times, then her moon colored eyes lit up with joy.
"Jer, I'm pleased. I know you always liked Caete before. I'm happy you have him, and he has you." she stepped forward and hugged Caete around the neck in gratitude. "Thank you for taking care of my daughter." she murmured to him before stepping back. Niala looked around for the other two she had seen.
"Niriz and Liam probably went to go speak to the doctors about your ailment." she supplied. Niala grimaced and sat on the bed, her wings sagging.
"We can wait for them to return, then."

Liren nodded, his expression a weary one. "Yes, she's already on all of them, she takes them all twice a day, one for breakfast and one for dinner, we even try healing potions mixed with the herbs. It only slows the effects. It gives her more time, but it isn't a cure. Curing a disease that is born in the body is much harder than a virus or sickness, because it's a part of the body, harder to detect, target." he looked up to Niriz and nodded, a deep sympathy in his eyes. "I understand. It would destroy her and set her back to square one, even with Caete's help. You can't keep alive someone who wants to die." he sat back in his chair and contemplated, trying to think. It struck him...and he sat up straight. Niala didn't tell you about her vision did she? No? Maybe it means more that we think. It happens the same way every time. Niala is sleeping, dying, and four angels come to her, each holding what looks like to her a drop of sun. Each one comes up at a time and slips the sun drop into her mouth, and she swallows. When it's all gone, she is well again. But..she never goes into detail about the angels, other than beautiful, and she thinks she knows them. I'm not sure if something happened to them or they get hurt in her vision, but she gets upset every time we ask, so we stopped. But the sun drops..." he looked at Niriz, the faintest hint of a smile on his face. "The legend...the Sun Flower. Drops of sunlight falling to earth and creating a field of the most beautiful thing man or beast will ever see. You remember what I speak of, Niriz?"

Niriz nodded, eyeing the doctor, "Yes, of course. They are incredibly rare, even in Du Weldenvarden. They are often located deep inside the forest, past dwellings that have been empty for eons." She stopped, thinking, "I imagine that there are none on hand? If that's the case... we have to go and gather some. I've been to one of the groves before, but I'd know how to get there."

Niriz looked at Jeria, "I know you will most likely want us to go in search of a Sun Flower, but you must understand, it's difficult to get to them, and finding them is even harder. It's possible that the grove I know of is now gone. We may have to go so deep into the forest... past the barriers and the wards.. Into unknown territory."

Caete listened quietly, knowing that the fate of his lover's mother rested on their decision, though he had no doubt in his mind that Jeria would want to go.

Jeria listened to what the doctor was saying with a slightly heavy heart. But he gave her some hope with the story of the Sun Flower. She glanced up at the doctor, then to Niriz. Her friend turned to her after the doctor finished. Niriz had a point, but she didn't really care. Jeria shook her head.
"I know it's dangerous. But...this is my mother. I have to help her." she murmured. The young female Nephilim glanced around the room at her friends."
"I would go by myself to reduce the risk, but I'm not sure if I'm strong enough on my own.." and she knew her friends would scold her for saying such a thing. Jeria knew they'd come and help, regardless.