Ira-Gaylen and Lexife
Pro Secrecy
Castle attraction in Europe
ARPers: None right now

It was a breezy afternoon atop a popular tourist site for passersby to observe whenever they sought to see the old timely castles of the past. The grounds for which the structure had been kept were all in fairly good condition for something at least six hundred years old. In the courtyard where none had been, wild flowers were kept neat and the water that flowed in from an ancient aqueduct seemed to have been in perfect arrangement. Atop one of the towers, was the castle’s best kept secret. In the loft was many tables, vases and plant from a foreign land being grown and kept in just the right conditions to maintain their life. Crystals were also being grown under unusual circumstances and was even more odd, was the unused furniture and cots off side to another table, with a laptop, a mobile router and a cat, sitting in front of said laptop operating it. Just beyond it was a kettle on a wood stove that had been put on just a few moments ago.

The grey tabby swatted at keys like any other cat would, however it seemed the feline was actually trying to type something. Then it moved the mouse with its head, and swatted at it to click the left button. If anyone was observing behind the cat, one could see he was confirming sales on eBay.

Then, there was a shifting noise, followed by cracking stone. In the shadows of the stony ceiling was a creature unlike the usual norm of this world. She, at least assumed she, was growing restless in a slumber, causing her thin film of granite to fray and reveal the shiny galena underneath, or the glowing bluish purple tanzanite beneath.

Within the gargoyle’s mind, negativity swarmed. There was clash on the horizon, heat and cold clashed and suddenly, it was gone. Usually Ira-Gaylen did not meditate this early before awakening, but her clairvoyance had not given her a choice in this matter. After the sudden change in feeling, there was a long, drawn out build of tremors. What kind she could not determine, other than the fact it was a shifting dark that was brought upon by individuals of brash and reckless kinds.

Then, her eyes snapped open.

“Mreow?”

The gargoyle shook the remaining bits of debris off of her. “Yes Lexife, I am awake far too early.”

“Mrrrrow?”

Ira walked forward, using her wings o shadow her eyes so they could adjust to the not yet resting sun. “Yes, another disturbance. I feel someone will be in need of our help soon.”

Lexife jumped from the stool he was sitting on and onto his owner’s shoulder. His body changed into a wisp that reformed as a crow before perching himself on a crystal coming out of her backside. “Caaw, caw caaaw.”

“Someone nearby, I would assume in town… perhaps my crystals have already found them, and their aura’s, you will be able to see the trails by now.” She thought out loud, quite literally. “Go search for them, and bring them back here. I believe we have enough to sustain a few guests for one night, if not more.”

Lexife cawed in confirmation, fluttering off Ira’s shoulder, and out the open archway towards the nearby town. He knew Ira did not get these hints very often, never mind so frequently and is such lucidity. Who these people were, if they were people, and why they would need help was unknown to Lexife, but he was the errand familiar for Ira, and he did what he was told. They knew of those that weren’t humans, as nonhumans were everywhere.

Not that the humans themselves knew that.