Bowing her head slightly, a sign of acknowledgement towards the other sidhe woman and those present the mage held her tounge not for lack of words but because just as her lips parted to speak a familiar voice echoed across the plain. Eyes rolling towards the odd sky Oriana sighed heavily while turning towards the latest person to arrive.

What now Rowan? What now has you racing towards me like the devil himself were after you. You cannot tell me that you happened to hear my fathers call, you who know nothing of the old world save for the stories fallen from my lips. Tell me Rowan, are you feeling adventerous today? It seems there are mountains to explore and answers to find if there are even any answers here. Of course it would be nice to know just why we have all been called here in such a manner...

She looked to her father then, her violet eyes sparked with mild anger and agitation...

You have called us here and we have come, now you stand there as if you havent a tounge, perhaps you should say something father....