Day Two
Instead of hovering or gliding around the chandelier, as any other might have, Uru'kaet lands on the thing with her whole weight, clasping her claws around the wrought iron and sending the entire thing swinging wildly in its moorings and cackling lowly as the structure creaks, utterly without caution or any sense of self-preservation. She's immortal, after all, and it would take no more than a few minutes and some crunching to put herself back together were she crushed as that poor unfortunate seems to have been. Clinging to the underside like some kind of demented, fashionably-dressed bat, she cranes her long neck up to inspect the actual attachment point between the chandelier and the ceiling.
Her ears flick back intermittently as she listens to the investigative results of those around her. Fye's and Lovely's words in particular she finds worthy of further consideration. There are no signs of the body, and if there were one it would be bones. That isn't quite right; the pool of possible void below definitely warrants a more thorough look, perhaps with Ka'eshar's borrowed alchemagic kit and all its reagents. And maybe she'll collect a few vials for her own use depending on the results - it's always best to have samples for future reference. But that will be in a moment.
The air around her has become pungent with smoke, and she tilts from her clinging perch to view the small dragon with her head upside down, baring the pale underside of her jaw and the viscous liquid within. Sighting Daphnes, she smiles sweetly, "A sharp blow, you say? It must have been so if it was indeed a twin. As you can see, even my efforts have done little more than rattle my own bones." She bounces her weight for emphasis, sending all the little jeweled bits to rattling and causing the metal framing to groan, but it remains stubbornly in place. Though she's quite certain she could bring the chandelier down with her magic, she currently has no reason to copy the performance of so many months ago. "So sturdy is this one, to unmoor the other must have been quite the effort, premeditated and purposeful."
Then she releases her grip all at once, near free-falling before spreading her wings and flipping upright to catch herself at the last moment, threading the metaphorical needle and not landing on anyone below, though coming a little close for comfort. She tosses a glance in the direction of the Aethers and the others standing about the corners of the hall and quickly dismisses them. The other investi-players have already spoken to them and if they've chosen to share little after such questioning, she doubts there's anything much helpful to be gained from them at the moment. At least until she has more details and can ask pointed questions with no wiggle room.
On the ground level once more, she draws abreast of the fleeting group at the fallen chandelier and turns her eye to the substance on the floor with a critical eye and her brother's reagent kit, pulled from somewhere. It isn't quite clear where she gets it, but it appears in her claws nevertheless. Inside once she opens it are a few distinctive vials of glitter among the other, more familiar supplies. There are also a number of things that defy explanation as well as morality, but each reagent has its purpose. Uru'kaet will determine with thorough testing exactly what this liquid is made of. Is it organic, mineral, other? This is obviously a residue of something, but is it from the poor unfortunate or something else entirely?
It also serves her purposes to bottle a few samples, and she's swift to seal a few untampered vials of the liquid that she'll be keeping. She's nothing if not a collector.
Uru'kaet will be trying to determine if the not-blood is still a biological residue of some kind or something else entirely, and if so, what.
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