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Angeles blinked at Charlotte before smiling a bit nervously and relaxing, "well yes I suppose that is too broad of a question," especially for the expansive mind of Charlotte. Orrin however answered her question a bit more precisely and Angeles nodded, so I wasn't the only one who felt it, "your hair changes color according to a situation?" he vampire asked curiously, with another smile, "an interesting trait. I have known a few whose eyes change color according to emotion, but hair is a new one. What sort of rules are we speaking of?" she wasn't sure what Orrin was, she wanted to believe he was human, but something told her that that was wrong, or at least, wasn't all of it.

"Not exactly," Orrin answered vaguely, glancing aside. "I have basically two settings, and you are catching glimpses of the other one. So far as what rules...Charlotte is correct, but being vague." He chuckled, patting her frizzy hair lightly.

"There are rules for how the world as you know it works...the cosmic order, so to speak. They are flexible, and allow for change, chaos, and a decent amount of wiggle room. However, there are times when someone begins to see themselves above it all, and break the rules to the point where intervention is required. That may be what's going on here."

She giggled. Being vague was fun,. "Not quite...even gods I've met know their place. But there's something wrinkling. He felt it. I felt it. And now, we want to investigate."

Angeles smiled at the two, "very well, I'm not sure what someone like me would be able to do against something like that, but I offer my help anyway, for whenever it is needed if whatever it is continues to do whatever it was doing," she let out a small chuckle, before becoming more serious, not entirely serious, that was difficult to do with Charlotte being the way she was.

"If the investigation is happening now, I would like to join you in it, if you will have me," she recalled easily that Charlotte had been the one she had been most apprehensive about the last time she had been in the inn. Strange that she was the one she was getting along with the best now. But that gave the strange woman every right to refuse Angeles' offer of help. She would not force her presence on the woman, "if not, I'll let you get back to turning him into a peppermint stick."

"I am always available to help," she said with an incline of her head as her farewell. She would stay out of their investigation, but if something attacked outright, she would act. For now, she turned to head back to her room and caught in her vision a man looking at her somewhat disdainfully, "yes?" she asked to the man.

Honey had nodded with enthusiasm as to if she was okay. She'd. need a drama break, it at least it wasn't hers! And the Angeles appeared Nd held a conference with more people. Honey definitely needed to spend more time with Charlotte and Orrin. They were so... polite to and that lovey. dovey mood rolling off of them was pleasant . When Adam caught Angeles attention, the small girl looked between the both and puffed out her cheeks. She reached out to no one and began reciting from Midsummer Night. Right in the center where Puck messed up the potions.

Kiran nodded. slightly. Unless Malachai wished to go downstairs, he certainly did not but the sound of the girl saying lines pulled him from his happy mood. It drew him from his room, waving Malachai to follow. He way he'd from the top of the stairs.

Adam took a breath and let it out slowly. "...All right." he nodded, pocketing his handkerchief, heading to the kitchen for a glass of water.

Malachai scampered after, peeking out from the top of the stairs. There was...Honey, Charlotte, Angeles, Adam, and Orrin. Yup. Just the people he thought there were. He waved at Honey, happily obilvious.