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She has violet eyes... The elf looked upon the woman, who's fear and pain was very evident, as she burned with these emotions. The elf's pale blue eyes were sad, but his emotions seemed to be locked away from Nailah. Those blue eyes lacked the luster of the brillient and bright eyes of the Nelphean Nailah was acustom to, but they remainded the eyes of the elf nonetheless. Introductions were necessary, but that might have to wait.

"I am suffering from a deep loss, and my heart cries from the pain of that loss, feeling as though a fiery chain has ripped my soul from my body, and left nothing but a cold, lifeless shell." Nelphean walked slowly towards Nailah as he spoke, and whe nhe reached her, he slowly grabed both of her wristes, and stopped her from bashing the keys.

"I can sense your feelings, and have felt these things as well."

Nelphean sat down beside Nailah, "I am not who you think I am, but be your friend I can."

The amulet glowed slightly, for a moment, but nothing happened.

He was slightly held back by how she reacted to his touch, had Nelphean tried to suduce her, or rape her... Perhaps he should be turned into goo.

Nelphean looked upon the piano keys, but caught the reflection of the jewel. He looked at the armlet, and put a hand over it. "This is attached to your soul," He wave his hand over it, and the armlet suddenly became lighter. "Perhaps you are freer now..." He turned in the chair, he looked at the piano. "Miss, I don't know how to play this instrument." He looked very dumbly at the keys, but he did have the correct positioning when he rested his hands upon the keys, "I haven't seen one of these in quite a long time, I believe I used to play..." He turned to the woman, "I am not the Nelphean you think I am."

He's arround somewhere...

"Once upon a time, an evil woman decided that she wanted her own elf. A man gave her the elf she wanted, but not the one that she had expected." Nelphean couldn't really describe much more than that, "I was a toy for a very ungrateful woman, who held a deep hatred for an elf who disobeyed her. I was to fill her mind with..." He stoped, noting how he changed the subject away from the girl's streaming emotions.

"How does it feel, not to feel?"

"Rakka, she was from this manor... In a way..." Nelphean frowned slighlty, he placed his fingers ontop of Nailah's and followed her around the keyboard, slowly being able to pick up how to play, but he wasn't ablt to becasue of any talent, he was simply following her fingers, because her fingers knew where to go.

"She was my friend, she wanted to come... here. I helped her." Nelphean's expression didn't change, he was greived, "She died, I brought part of her here. She now rest above the fireplace mantle."

"The one who gave you that armlet is a mage of considerable power. He can change his shape." He watched Rakka in...

"He did many, bad things."

Saradin had nearly drifted off to sleep, but when he was only half there something crept out over him that shot him to attention. But beyond that he only had a headache as he sat in a chair somewhere in the library. Books were of interest, so he had buried some of his time in selecting a handful. Though the pox that hung over his head made him forget the stack sitting near him on the table as he climbed from his chair and left to wander again. Reclaimed Soulforge hung beside him, after yesterday it seemed better to keep protection by your side in this place. The strains of music drew him like a moth to fire however, and it wasnt long before he drew to the door of the music room and stood there listening to everything within.

He said nothing, only snarled lightly, and moved to the piano and lifted up the cover, and in a swipe of his claws severed the piano wires, and he let the lid drop back down with a thud.

"Music brings only pain. pain of memories. Pain of things you want and will never have. and what would you know of not feeling, false elf? and you.." Turning on Saradin " Last time we smelled you it was your blood mixed with the den mothers and eclispes from some battle you instigated. we are not overly fond of you right now either."

Oh yes, he was in a most foul mood at the moment.

Nelphean's hair started to float, his cloak started to flap as well, as the energy within him started to augment the air. "I have been tortured for the last fifteen years with a friend. Plus many many years before that as well!" Nelphean's eyes showed his rage, but he did not allow his emotions to carry through, locking them away.

"Cat, I think you should leave before you find yourself six feet shorter."

Saradin could only stare blankly in response. It hadnt quite clicked the way it was likely intended to, fight Aurah had not meant FIGHT AURAH in his head. But judging by the way he described, there was little other possibility. Thankfully he did hold it true that whatever had happened she had forgiven him for it. "Umm..." He said eloquantly. "Just how badly did our... ecounter... go?"

Leaning back against the manor itself, which the stone was slightly warm from the sun, she drank at coffee. Nine. Maybe one more then she would hold off on the magical liquid, go into caffeine detox for a few hours. Aura sighed, letting her mind drift once again and not think on one thing or many things all at once. It was a relief on her headache that she didn't want to agitate further. Finishing off her mug she let it drop gently from her hand to the grass.