Alia walked along side her niece, Her hands holding the strange new devices. The chaos of her own mind grew as every ancestor demanded to voice their opinions. They crawled up out of their Pandora's box, no matter how she tried to keep the lid on it, ghostly talons, and warriors hands clawed at her self conscious, demanding their own space in her mind.

Alia closed her eyes and rubbed the bridge of her nose, as if suffering from a headache, dark waves of hair falling loose around her thin, tired face.

"Actually, quite so. IT goes with out saying, this has been an eventful day. Snatched from my bed to find my empire destroyed... Surely you felt the same way... I have only just lost my brother." Alia stopped now, and looked at Ghani a little harder, if Alia had known what her niece knew, she would have know this gesture of deep study was all to familiar to the older teen. "And you where but a babe in the seitch with your brother..."