Kiandra was just getting settled into her throne in Atlantis and ready to hear today's issues when a small tremor began to shake the city. With a glare she stood, threw back her hair and strode across the opulent audience hall to throw open the heavy doors and look over the city. The sight there baffled her, Atlantis was sinking. How? This was her city! Shouting out orders she pushed her way through the crowd of Lore beings and to the center of the city. Once there she began to hold back the water. But still Atlantis sunk. All the while the pushing, shoving and screaming of the remaining creatures intensified, the vampires and all others who could trace had already fled. Kiandra felt a tug at her skirt and glancing down she saw a tiny Lykae, not more than two, his eyes turned pure blue from fear. Cursing, Kiandra gathered the small child in one arm and waded through the crowd to the huge fountain that was lay in the middle of the square. Setting down the child she removed her toga to reveal an intricate gold breast plate, a piece of linen wrapped around her to form a sort of skirt and a gold girdle dripping with gems. Handing her toga to the boy she dove into the fountain. There she allowed her power to flow through the water and infused it with the ability to protect Atlantis and hold off the encroaching ocean. As long as the fountain continued to function Atlantis would be safe. Getting out of the pool, Kiandra, wrung her hair and donned her toga then turned her attention back to the tot.
"Where are your parents little one?" By now the child had calmed as was staring expectantly at her.
"Scot-wand" Despite the screams and turmoil Kiandra couldn't help but smile at that. Squatting down so she was now eye-level with the child she brushed some dirt from his face and said.
"I am Kiandra, what is your name?"
"Lachlain," came the proud reply
"Well Lachlain, would you like to go to Scotland?" She inquired. He nodded enthusiastically
Laughing, Kiandra once again gathered him into her arms and they adjourned to Scotland.
