Yumara unleashes a mental shriek of rage. Was it impossible for that damn demon Lord to go more than five minutes without causing some major upheavel? Yumara wanted so badly to go and just drag Jericha away before that raging idiot, put Jericha in an premature grave. Yet something holds her back, she was needed here, she had a task given to her and she would complete it. As Anomaly lies on the floor in-front of her, she send ethereal vines out from her body. Wrapping around the living tome they lift it from the ground.
The sudden influx of power fills Yumara with much needed strength, and magic. The near death of Jericha twice so close together, had horrific effects on her magic. Yet as Master’s power washes over her, like a crashing wave, she feels rejuvenated. She was given the job to use Anomaly, and use it she would. With the tome once more opened before her she continues with the dark spell she was casting. Still with what was happening much of the essence that she was sending was being devoured by Oblivion. Even with Orion using his magic to try and stop the inevitable from occurring, it was still proving to be a daunting task.
About this time Both Orion, and Yumara, felt their strength starting to return. Yumara continuously feeds the essence of many into Izzabelle. She wonders what her screams would sound like if Orion wasn’t blocking her from feeling the pain. Yumara is quite certain that she would be in pain. The way her flesh was boiling, bubbling up before bursting, then rotting away. the rotting flesh peeled back to reveal younger newer flesh. The last spell cast would hide her unnatural nature from those unworthy of seeing it. having her switch into a Aranasi, Fel’dorai, or silithid reaver, wouldn’t bode well.
This place feels strange to Yumara, her connection to Jericha while still existent. seems muted. She is no longer suffered herself, from the condition Jericha was in. She looks around the room and spots a young female Elf curled up under some ratty blankets. Gliding across the floor she halts before the make shift bed. Bending down she lifts the unconscious women up out of the bed. This Izzabelle was rather thin and underweight, a testament to her street rat life. She nods to Orion who carries their Izzabelle over and places her in the bed in this ones place. She listens as Orion asks Master to remove the food that Izzabelle had eaten. She grins she has been with Master long enough to know that he isn’t simply going to just vanish it.
Yumara still holding the other version of Izzabelle turns to Orion and nods her head. Orion knows what it is she wishes to do, with a snap of his fingers an hourglass appears above the Izzabelle Yumara is cradling in her arms. In a flash the hourglass starts to spin, as it does the young lady Yumara is hold starts becoming younger, and younger. Soon she is in the body a new born child. It is then that Yumara’s chest spreads open, revealing the never ending forest within her. Vines, roots, branches, etc, wrap around the babe pulling it into Yumara’s body. Just as she once carried Jaseiah, she now held this version of Izzabelle. “Master will have to cast the spell to tie the two Izzabelle’s together, so this one can live through her.” Yumara says her hands gripping at the soft fabric of Masters robes, as the hole in her chest closes once more. From here on out unless called for they were to be merely observers. Well perhaps pushing things in the right direction, unseen of course, couldn’t hurt things.