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Nelphean felt his heart sink again, and he turend towards the window to look at Rakka's blood. Why does everything he say make me hate him more... Nelphean laughed, not knowing what else to do. He laughed softly, like a child at a surreal joke.

((Long time no type....sorry about my absence...I back now though. he is nice big post, make up for time gone.))


Brown hair shimmered in the light streaming through the forest trees, the majority of wich was pulled back in a pony tail, though bits and stands hung forward in to a darkened face, though by dust or by tan, it was hard to tell, and probally a little of both. Green eyes, like tha of an elves', flicked a pericing gaxe across the landscape before them, appearing as if they could see through anything and evrything that stood before them. It was a young woman, that those eyes belonged to, tall and slender, with an equally slender and elegant blade on her back, and a quaterstaff in her hand, which was, at the momen, being used as a walking stick. She wore her share of scars, most of wich were paler than the rest of her skin, untanned. A glimmer of recignition flashed across her face, as she stood on the edge of the forest, looking upon the Manor, leaning against her staff, one hand on a dagger at her side, its mate glittering black in the light on her other hip.


She turned and looked at her companion, a large beast of a creature, scales of emerald green, and eyes like the inner fire of a pair of blood rubies, long lihe tail swaying behind this gargatuan beast, this dragon.

"Isn't it good to be home, Larie?"

The girls voice was soft, deadly, but held a wuality of unfathomables softness and light to it, one would think she actually was an elf, although her body was that of a human woman, around her late teens, or early twenties, with an unmeasureable wisdome flitting behind bright green eyes.

The She-Dragon nodded slowly, the top of her head brushing tree branches as she did so. "'es it is Mother....'ow 'ong d'you think we've been gone to them? a year, maybe more??"

the girl shook her head, shrugging nonchalantly, brushing her tousled dusty hair out of her face. "I don't know Larie...I'm not even sure if any time has passed at all for them...I suposse the best we can do is hope it hasnt been so long that no one is here anymore, eh?" She laughed lightly, jumping from her perch on a rather large rock, and walking up to the steps, the She-Dragon right behind her all the way. "I guess the best way to find out is to go and see." She smiled, and held up her hand to knock, pausing slightly, before hammering on the door firmly, causeing a loud baning to echo through the halls.

His eyes moved up immediatly, as any slave would when given a command. he opened his mouth to say 'yes master' but closed it before that came out, saying what the keeper used to say to the master.

"As you wish."

"Riddles. Why do I get the feeling that those are all I'll get from you? But doesnt mean I wont try to get more." Nelphean was still silent and best left to his brooding for a few minutes, so Aurah garnered his full attention. "One thing that hurts you is gone." Saradin repeated cautiously, trying not to step on the pain. "If its gone and was the source of your pain, why does it still hurt?"

"Thieves often speak in such terms." Then she looked to him as his tone grew serious. "It still hurts because I feel a fool for letting it get to me in the first place and letting myself believe something that wasn't there." Her attention shifted slightly as Nelphean's hand touched her shoulder, and also that little burst of magic. That's right, that's why she never truly gave in to it all. She had them. Aura then suddenly shook her head and put on a smile for them both. A look up to the elf behind her. "Coffee. Careful, it's addictive."

"Nice." He said softly, not very keen on joining them, Saradin rubbed Nelphean the wrong way, "I'll look in the friginator for something... other." He said, using the joke he and Rakka had for the almost magical device in her kitchen. Nelphean loked upon all of the devices, and guessed the tallest on was the legendary fridge.

Yes, that was Saradin all right. And then she let her mind go for a moment, under their comfort. "Friginator...that's an almost frightening way to think about it." Aura shook her head and gave a laugh. "Or to the point where you forget what time is altogether."

"Orange juice. I prefer the orange itself, another lovely addiction of mine to compliment the coffee." Aura watched as his senses comflicted with himself. It smelled bad to him, yet he liked the taste. "You remind me of Ecara somewhat in your senses." While he drank that she still tended her copy. Seven was almost gone, and eight seemed like it was going to creep up.