I need your help.

"Shiara... I need your help. And your the only one that can help me."

"Really. Seems your plenty strong enough to help yourself." She responds, refering to your deathgrip on her wrists earlier.

"I sincerely apologize for that, sometimes when you have the power to break planets, you lose control of your strength." She seems skeptical of your claim to 'break planets' but listens to you nonetheless.

"Your mace, is made of a special metal... you are aware of this, no?"

She nods her head, burnette curls shaking a bit. She lowers her mace ever so slightly.

"Well that metal" you say gesturing, "Is the key to defeating a great and powerful enemy, whose only weakness is the metal mace you hold in your hands now. Just one strike would be suffuicient to defeat it, if I am correct..."

"Hmm." She ponders for a moment, and reading her mind, you 'see' that she is highly suspicious, but loves the oppurtunity for a challenge, and cannot deny one who needs help. "Where is this foe?"

"Come close to me. I will take you to him, but you need to stay close, that you don't fall off."

"Um. I think I'll just fly besides you, Norrin." She spreads her wings, wind rustling her feathers gently as she prepares to jump.

"Can your wings carry you hundreds of times faster than sound?" You ask,trying to sound as if it was actually possible that they might.

"Oh..." She withdrawls her wings back against her narrow back, and hesitantly walks toward you, letting you wrap your silver hands around her little waist. She flinches at the touch, and you ask her what is wrong.

"Nothing... I just... It's nothing, let's go."