It seems her timing was a bit off as usual, but Mirabelle cleared her throat as she listened to the conversation. However, when Solomon said “do nothing” Mira’s brows narrowed in ward as she walked past the others now to be face to face with the King of Magic. Her eyes where amber, as the Falcon’s Eye, the signature threatening eyes of the Hayabusa burned bright “You’re kidding, right? Your telling me, us, that while we go look for them, to simply stand by and do nothing? My father taught me before he died, that taking no action is the worst kind of action one can do” she said folding her arms. She was disappointed in her former mentor, but she had nothing more to say to this. Perhaps his words would have more weight when the situation comes, but right now in this moment it seemed like nothing more than rubbish ideology. “Please, carry on. I have some preparations to do before we head into the battle zone…” she said finally stepping back.For years the King of Israel practiced benign neglect, actively choosing to take no action, intervene in no situation, in hope that it would resolve itself. It was a policy that King David, Solomon's father, actively practiced and passed down to his son when he acceded to the throne. And it was a belief that constantly brought Solomon in conflict with the King of Demon Gods, his familiar, sealed within his body. Unlike Solomon, Goetia firmly believed in intervention; and so as Solomon prepared his response to Merlin in his own head, the Demon God King shifted angrily within. A sensation that even Solomon could feel, though one that he had become very capable of ignoring.
Solomon! You must take action. Goetia snapped from within, breaking his usual loyal demeanor and lashing out at his master. But the Mage King ignored him; the two often argued, but now was not the time.
"No, Merlin, I will be going. But I must ask you all..." Solomon paused for a moment, thinking of how to word what he would say next. "I must ask you all to do the most difficult, and that is nothing." He paused for a moment, waiting for their inevitable protest or concern. But the King of Mages had his reasons, and he would resolutely stand by them. Memories of his father telling him to stay his hand rather than act echoed in his mind, reaffirming his resolve. He waited for their questions or protests.
As she did, she sat down on the ground, as she began to mediate and draw in the natural energy around her.