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"Oh yes! I think it gives a nice light to the place and I for on am very pleased with it." the last time Namesiwa had spoken to someone Avaleur was at war. He wonder about its status. (have they met lol I don't think so but I can't remember)
Post by Namari Lovelle on May 3, 2012 17:52:52 GMT -5
At this, Namari smirked, trying to hold in a laugh. It was fairly hysterical to see an old man ghost dance around and yell out in happiness. "Yeah, that's about how I feel as well!" she placed her hand on her hip.
The old man calmed down and he had a few tears of joy, "Sorry that was very childish of me... No, no never mind. I am not sorry. There was a day when the people here could act childish without worry of anything." he sighed, "Times no are so dark... But!" he cheered up, "Perhaps now they can begin to return to that way."
Roe hadn't gotten a chance to respond to the elf maiden, but he had taken her in fully. He laughed to himself, deciding on whether to go into further detail about her dead giveaways. Then he looked at the ghost carefully, and furrowed his brow in surprise.
"I've seen you somewhere before..." Roe said, trying to remember. Then he turned to Namari. "And how long have you been in love?" He asked out of the blue.
Roe smiled. Off guard, the funniest time for any elf. "Dead giveaway there Namari... The way your eyes sparkle compared with the rest of your race... The way you move, you speak, you act... Love. Maybe a frowned upon member of society, hence your reproachfulness at my question? I can also tell you care deeply for those you consider your friends. The angle of cut from your arm suggests that it was in defense of somebody, and from the way you stand it appears as if you're ready to jump in and save somebody. Maybe an instinct from war, but I'm guessing it's most likely from caring. Am I correct on my assumptions?" Roe asked, hoping he wasn't freaking the young elf out. He had grown... Blunter, less elegant over the past few milennia.
Roe smiled. "No. That was just my first impression of you. I try not to delve too deeply into elves... Too different from each other, yet so similar." He said. Then he turned to the ghost.
"Anything about what?" namesiwa asked as the question was a little out of context and a huge subject changer. Now he was very confused. 'Rememeber anything about what?' He thought.
Roe laughed. "Maybe you aren't him... Nevermind my ghostly friend." He said. But he would swear on his life that he had seen the old man somewhere before...
Roe shook his head clear of old memories and turned to the elf. "So, how fairs your motherlands?" He asked. He knew that one day he'd have to visit there to remind the royalty that the Bloodeye's did still exist.
Namesiwa was trying hard to remember but he was not sure what the elf spoke if. It hadn't helped that he didn't clarify. "Perhaps it will help if introduce myself. My name is Namesiwa," he smiled trying not to interrupt the two too bad.
