Kirin wonders how he can confront a man who has been dead for years. He stands stretching. He follows her outside, very glad he won't have to leave this place. He moves to the lake and washes his face. He then goes and gets some of the deer and nibbles on it.

Larissa wades into the lake and walks in circles there. Looking up at Kirin she asks, "Have you practiced anything new over the last month?"

"A few things," He says with a smile as he watches her. "Mostly things with water." With a small twitch of his hand a small wave gently hits her.

She grinned, "Nice. What all can you do with water?

"I'm working on controlling it." He concentrates and using his hands as guides makes a ball of water. (think water bending from the last airbender)

She smiled appreciatively. "You have developed a good skill. It will be interesting to see how you use it."

"Not sure how to use it yet." He says. "Any ideas?" He asks her.

She shook her head, "Sorry. Often it ends up depending on the situation. I'm sure you will think of something." She wondered what she could do while trapped in this human state of existence.

Kirin works on manipulating the water. He focuses but remains as fluid as the water.

Watching him work was entertaining. A part of her really enjoyed seeing how flexible he could be. Another part of her startled. Again, the human emotions and curiosity that could doom the human race. Of course, human emotions had been known to save a few of their hides too. She rose and headed out towards a meadow that was near the glade. Perhaps she could find some flowers to braid into something. At least the idea was something. This human state sucked.

Kirin continues working. Soon he gets hungry and he stops. He goes to where the deer is preserved. He cooks a piece over the fire and nibbles on it when it's done. He wonders where the gryphon has gone.

She had settled with her back against a tree. Braiding flowers together was a mundane activity but it was also an activity she couldn't do as a gryphon. Might as well try something new right?

Kirin wanders through the ruins. He can sense something special and amazing about this place. He stands in the middle just breathing in deeply. He loves the place like no other, and he's happy he hasn't had to leave.

With a sash around her waist of fragrant flowers, she gets up and dusts herself off. Walking back, she looks around. No sign of Kirin. She turns and checks his hut. Nope. Then she walks up to the temple ruins and hesitantly steps into the cool interior. As a Gryphon she could feel the power of this place. Now though, with her magic chained, she was unable to sense anything. Seeing Kirin, she walks over. "What do you think? Neat place huh."

"This place is amazing." He says with a smile. "I can feel the power that is here." He takes another deep breath. "It is intoxicating."

She gave him a startled look. Intoxicating? Surely he wouldn't become hungry for power. He was not like his father. She swallowed and hoped that her face hadn't turned completely pale.

"Don't worry. I won't become my father." He says with a smile as if reading her mind. ::Again my father haunts me.:: He thinks to himself.

She slowly nodded and then looked around the main room. "There are smaller rooms throughout the building. There is even a stairs going down, but I never went there. It was impossible as a Gryphon and I don't explore in this defenseless state."

"We could explore now, if you wish." He said. "I will protect you."

She paused for only a moment, then trusting him she reached out and took his arm in hers and leaned close. Nodding assent, she said "I am curious."

"lead me to the way down." He says with a smile.

She grimaces and hesitantly walks him through the next large room after the main room. It most likely used to have worship services here. Then a small room past there that was seeping with magical currents. It was in this room that a dark staircase descended before them.

"You ready?" he asks. The magic tugs at him as they move through the temple.

Taking a deep breath, she tightens her grip on his arm and nods.

He holds on to her as they descend the stairs. He keeps his senses tuned for troubles.