Pann, still only half aware of the things that goes on around her, turns her head to Sir Azeriel and tilts it slightly "What is this? Something exotic to eat? or ... feathers for decorations?"

She looks at him with an almost blank stare awaiting his reply.

*for the time being azeriel removes the box and its contents, what he does with them nobody knows*

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Sir Azeriel El'johnson - Tormtar and Triadic Knight

Pann watches Azerial with an odd stare as he removes them.

Once he returns, she poses the question again.

"...Madrik...something is wrong"

*Azeriel heads to the keep to arrange scrying the wing tip*

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Sir Azeriel El'johnson - Tormtar and Triadic Knight

"Madrik?" she blinks, "The hero of the realms? the one who returned my son to me? ... to us?"

She stands and takes two steps forward, the first steps since returning home that intend to carry her out the door of their home. She pauses and looks around hesitantly, watching Azeriel leave once again.

Suddenly she is in a state of near panic. Each step she takes closer to the door causes her to breath faster ... shallower. By the time she reaches the door, her hands are clammy, her heart is racing and her breathing feels like it brings her no air. She reaches out a hand to the now closed door, turns the knob, and steps outside.