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[The_gladiator]

Historians note: this story takes place in a world of fantasy where elves, dwarves, and many other races abound. Any and all participants in sexual activities are over the age of 18,
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IC:

a long time ago, in a land in a different world.

year 602, year of the laughing maiden
6th month

The day faded in a spray of reds and yellows, as the sun set backlighting the trees, making their many leaves almost seem to glow as they were given the last lingering glances of light before shaddow would overtake the forest. gaibryn willowwood stood back straight one hand resting on the trunk of one of the huge maple trees that marked the far edge of his garden, watching the sunset. The elf knew it would not be long before his visitor arrived. It was uncommon for such a powerful and well known archmage of the elven nations to meet with a young human, human woman in fact, but judging from her correspondences she seemed to be tallented for one so young, and seemed to have potential. He had a feeling she would come asking for elven secrets, secrets he was none to willing to share. The traditions of elven magic, especially that of which she had hinted were some of his people's most heavily guarded secrets. Humans could not be trusted with such power, for it lead to temptation to abuse it, and although its application might seem benign to the first glance, if one looked beneath the surface one could see how the powers in question could be perverted to serve evil. So many possibilities such spreading of that knowledge opened up. He sighed, such thoughts were troubling, and disturbed the tranquility of the sunset which to that moment he had been enjoying, now summoning back the peaceful easy feeling he had had, just seemed like no more than an exercise in futility.

His cloak billowed out behind him in the breaze as he strowed to the back entrance of his house, and moved to the small fireplace to begin water for tea, he at least had to be hospitable, he had invited this human to his dwelling against his better judgement, and now he would have to see it through, to its conclusion, what ever that would be. Now all he waited for was the knock.

 

[DracnKitten]

Gwynn Whiteborn did not see the sunset behind her, but she did feel it with every fiber of her being. She felt the creatures stirring and settling respectively, she sensed the golden lights as they played on her tan flesh, and she welcomed the darkness that cloaked her road to the Elven home.

Her hair, such a llight blonde that it almost looked white, lay strait down her back, ending jsut before her waist, Her eyes were of a similarly pale color, and her flesh was a dark tan, almost olive colored. She had heard the whispers when she was a child, the mutterings that came with her abnormal appearance. She knew she held similarities to the dark elves, at least in appearance, but she no longer let that weigh on her mind.

Her mother had been a talented seer, even if she had no mystical touch beyond that, and her father had been a merchant. Neither had been well off, neither had even been lucky in fate, but she knew who they were. SHe knew they were not what others rumored them to be. She knew she was pure blooded.

As she came clsoer to the home she stood straiter, setting her shoudlers back and trying to make her meager 5'2" closer to 5'3". SHe didn't bother to check to see if she needed to straiten her silver and red robes, she had been careful not to dislodge tham as she travelled. They ended just before her ankles showing fine feet with long, delicate toesd protected only by worn leather sandals. They were the only thing common about her appearance, the only thing anyone expected a woman of only 23 years and little means to wear.

She stopped before the door of the Elven home and, in the single moment before she knocked, she took a deep breath. She knew it would be difficult to convince this man to give her his secrets, but she was resolved. SHe would have them, she was certain.

Finally she lifted her hand and knocked three times, a soft clean sound.

 

[The_gladiator]

he stood gazing into the flames as the water for the tea came to a boil when there came a knock at the door. Straightening his simple and light weight tan robes, the elf glided with silent grace to the door. He reached one long-fingered hand out to pull the house's door inward. His was one of the few houses that was outside the treetown, and also one of the few that was actually on the ground. It was mostly formed of living treas sang by magic into the shapes needed. His black hair instantly confirmed his high elven status, and the fact that he was of the slightly less common variety of high elves. The high elves tended to come in either blonde haired and blue eyed, or black haired, with green eyes, Gaibryn was no exception to this general rule of thumb. Green eyes regarded his guest from out of the beautiful elfin face. "Lady Gwynn Whiteborn I presume?" he asked in his softly accented common. "I am lord Gaibryn Willowwood, of the united high elven nations." he said formally his posture straight and perfect as his green eyes searched hers. He provided her no familiar greeting, no well met, or "Vedui" the elven greeting, no this was not a meeting of old friends, but of possible adversaries, and certainly reprisentatives of two very different peoples.

 

[DracnKitten]

Gwynn bowed at the waist, low to show the honour she knew she was being paid by being allowed to even speak with the Elven mystic about his secrets. She held the bow for a full five secods before raising herself to her full, yet meager, height.

"Master Willowwood, I sincerely thank you for allowing me to speak with you in person. I know that, taking into account what I have come to ask you, you could have denied me even this time and honour." At the same time as her words were careful and formal, there was no denying that they were sincere. Very few mystics her age, let alone being a woman, were allowed such a chance.

"May I enter?" Yet another formality, but one she knew her people, the h umans, often forgot. Manners were everything, she told herself. She would not let herself come off as anything but a woman conscious of her situation.

 

[The_gladiator]

Gaibryn found her manners almost a bit archaic even for his tastes, but he could she was serious about showing respect. Some of his own people did not insist upon showing the respect sh duely accorded him. He returned her bow of respect with a diping inclination of his head. "Please call me Lord Gaibryn, Lord Willowwood, or simply Gaibryn, you have not earned the right to call me master at this time young one." he said, this was not meant to be rude, but it was not proper to be addressed as master when one was not one's master. As for calling her young one, this too was not meant to be insulting, compaired with the elf who was approaching middle age for his race, he was centuries her senior, to him she was merely a young one. "Please enter, the mage said beckoning her in with one hand as he stepped aside to allow her entrance. The green eyes continued their study of this human woman, not as if they were looking for her to make a mistake, simply evaluating, he rarely took an elven apprentice, and never before a human one, but if she would be brave enough to ask he would give her a full and due consideration, rather than just rejecting her out of principle. "He lead her through his modest living chamber where he kept most of his herbs, and spell components where they dried or were stored, and into his kitchen, where he waved her to one of two chairs. "Tea m'lady?" he asked formally, offering one of the time honored traditions to a guest. A guest should always be offered tea, or water if tea could not be had.

 

[DracnKitten]

Gwynn entered with another small bow of her head, an acknowledgement of his request. She moved through his house silently, taking in all that she could with a liesurely look. She knew she should be anxious, even frieghtened, but she found herself terribly calm. SHe watched teh way he moved, so perfectly, practically flowing.

If only humans could achieve that grace . . . if only humans could achieve so many things his race had achieved.

She sat herself down quietly, her eyes takign in the modest kitchen, and she felt her lips curl into something llike a small smile. When offered tea, she nodded politely.

"Please, I have always hoped to taste truly Elven tea, Lord Gaibryn." She paced herself. Though she wished to ask her question jsut then,s he knew that the Elves were a patient race, and she did not wish to rush her hospitable host.

"Your home is . . . " She searched for the proper word and settled for something simple, "impressive."

 

[The_gladiator]

The elf pored them each a cup of tea and he took a seat across from her before acknowledging her compliment. "I thank you, but my humble home is nothing compared to the royal palace, or the grey elven cities." he waved a hand dismissively, "But I thank you anyway for your compliment."
He drank his tea in small sips and at last spoke again, "You sought me out, so you obviously know who I am, and therefore what I do. As one of the chief mages and mistics of the elven court, I am uniquely placed to both advise our monarch, and the elven senate, as well as helping the priests with some of the cerimonies that make up our peoples lives and livelyhood. I have power beyond many of my peers, and have seen and experienced things they will probably never experience." This last comment might have brought up the question, were the rumors true that he had once dabled in dark magics. "As you must know the elven magi are dedicated to the improving and protecting of our people's lives. Whether that be through healing, or simply offering a kind word to someone, we live to serve the elven people." Most of this was probably stuff she knew, but he thought she should hear it again. "Your peers speak very highly of you, tell me why is this?, is it because of your power? your wizdom? your potential? what drives you in your quest of knowledge?" he asked abruptly turning the information session into an abrupt interigation and he asked not one but two pointed and probably not easy to answer questions without even breaking the flow of his melodic voice, with its almost undetectable hint of an elvish accent.

 

[DracnKitten]

Gwynn looked at her tea for along moment as she htought abotu the answers she would give him. Her long fingers were wrapped around the delicate cup, her hair fell over her shoudlers and framed a serious, thoughtful face. At first she spoke without looking up, as if speaking to the tea.

"I will answer your questions if you will answer mine."

Lifting her eyes to his, she sat modestly in her seat. She spoke with a plainness to her tone, and her words, as if this would reassure himt hat she spoke the truth. It wasn't as if he couldn't read a lie if she told one anyway.

"I will answer your last question first." SHe looked back at her tea for a moment as she began to speak again, "My quest was chosen for me, initially, by those above me in the Order. I could not have backed away from their wishes if I had wanted to." She looked upa gain, "Now I come of my own will, of my own accord."

SHe paused for a moment, then began again, "The Order with which I have been aligned with these last 15 years seeks the knowledge of the races much older than ours, much wiser. I was brought into their fold because of my unique ability to absorb these tecniques, this wisdom."

She sat back and let this information take hold before she went any further, "I am not longer one of theirs. I can say, now, that I am one of my own. I come seeking knowledge, I come seeing a particualr secret, a treasure- if you may- that your people hold dear. But I do not seek for anyone other than msyelf, or for anything but to hold, for my short life, something much greater than msyelf."

She rested her hands in her lap now, abandoning the tea, forgetting it.

"So now I will ask you my question, one that can be answered with a simple word," she gave another pause and looked him squarely in the eye, "Will you teach me this secret? The Secret of Elven Passion?"

 

[The_gladiator]

he was nodding at her words, she was being straight with him which was good. When she asked her question his eyebrows shot up. He snorted, "What makes you think elven passion is even tighed to magic?" he said, "And what makes you," he paused, "A young human, granted an attractive one, what makes you think you could learn such secrets?"
he sat rigid in his chair, did she know what she was asking of him? If she were to learn some of the secrets to elven passion, he would have to teach her personally, and would have to bring her to elven cerimonies, and much much more. Did she realize she was asking to become his lover, not just his apprentice. His questions were almost like he was stalling for time, time to absorb this fact. He had not yet even chosen an elven consort to learn such things. Outside of the cerimonies, he had not taken a lover in near to a hundred years. Others in his order chided him that he should, but it just never seemed right, and now this mere human wanted this knowledge, wanted this of him?

 

[DracnKitten]

Gwynn watched the reaction of the man before her. She had expected as much, even from one as aged as him.

In truth, she was fully aware of what he asked, of what she sought. When at first it had been the Order that had commanded this of her, she had felt the wrongness of it, of asking a man - no, more than that, an elf- to become her lover when he did not even know her . . . when she was but an infant beside him . . . She knew this was wrong. Particularly to do it for the desires of others.

But now it was her desire.

"I do not ask lightly. Of you, an Elder with such knowledge as I could never imagine, with lifetimes upon lifetimes more experiance and wisdom than I could ever dream of having I would ask nothing lightly." She put emphasis on the word nothing.

Somewhere within the time she had been speaking to him she had drawn a small stone from her robes, the same silver color as her hair and eyes with blue veins running through it. She had begun to rub the stone as if in through it she would draw wisdom, as if it could tell her the words she needed to complete her task.]

"If you say no, then I ask only one urther question of you." SHe paused and ran her fingers along the line of one particularly thin vein that coursed through the strange stone, "As I have unalighned msyself with the Order that I have known since I was but at child at my mother's feet I have no mentor, no one to guide or teach me."

She looked up at him with direct eyes, a sincerety that you could not fake, "I have long wondered at teh skills of the Elves. Not just their secrets, but the wonders of even their most mundane magic. I am not openly welcome among my people. They do not like to look upon those . . different from them."

SHe waited another moment, a sigh escaping her.

"Will you teach me, if not your secrets, then something else? Will you just teach?"

 

[The_gladiator]

he considered, "I have seen no evidence that you are worthy to learn the closest of our secrets. Elven passion is much more than magic, it requires a great deal of," he paused as if searching for the right words, "Mundane skill." he said, and was that a hint of blush in his cheeks. He hoped she would not press the issue, he had had an elf seek to show him her skills once, long ago, and yes he had enjoyed himself, but it was really against etiquette, and very sudden. He cleared his throat, "I have not taken an apprentice of any type of magic in years." he said, "I am intreagued by humans though, their ability to learn so much in such a short time. But as I have seen in humans power corrupts. All their innocence is lost, sacrificed in the quest for power. Still I find them ascinating. What reassurances can you give that you would not share elven knowledge with your fellows who might not be as steadfast in service to good as you suggest you are?" he asked, "I sense no duplicty in you, I do not think you try to deceive me in your quest for knowledge. You do realize the limitations that would need to be put on you if I accepted you as a student in any capacity?" he asked his green eyes seeking out hers. "You could nevermore be with your people, you would be restricted to the elven nations, where you will not be accepted, you will always be treated as an outsider. Do you really seek this? Seek to be not accepted by anyone?" He looked deeper into her eyes, "You may be accepted or respected one day, but I cannot say. Elves take much time to trust outsiders, and your life is but an eyeblink to my people. When you grow old and die, I will still be middle aged." he said, outlining things, just so she knew for sure what she was asking, what she wished to get herself into.

 

[DracnKitten]

Gwynn raised her chin, showing pride and even a bit of her willfull nature.

"My own people are less likely to accept me than yours." Her voice was a bit cold for a moment, laced with the weight of having been born between worlds. Unlike any others.

"In any case, I had much time to think about such things, to consider the consrquences of my decision, while I made my journey. If I must seek your trust, if I must prove msyelf to you before you will teach me what I have come to learn then I wish to stay, and serve as your pupil until you find what you seek in me."

She shifted and stood, ehr robes rusting around her. She bowed at teh waist once more, this time standing before the seated man.

"And if I so much as utter a single word, a single riddle that might be unwound to reveal my purpose here, the knowledge you imaprt to anyone but one of your own then you may strike me down for my crimes." She remained bowing through her words, to stand only at the end and look him directly in the eye.

"I swear upon this lifestone, upon MY lifestone, that I will be nothing but sowrn to you and your people for the remainder of my days."

She lay the stone on the, so beautiful and rare, and as it left ehr hand it lost it's soft glow, its silver and blue pigment. Suddenly it became nothing but a dull grey rock, much the same as any you would find beneath the rushing waters of any river.

 

[The_gladiator]

"I believe you to be sincere." he said smiling, "Please sit," he said. He bent a bit closer to examine the lifestone. "I have heard of such items but have never had them explained fully to me, nor seen one up close. May I?" he asked reaching a hand towards it. He was asking permission to examine it more closely. "Could you tell me of it?" he inquired flicking his gaze between the stone and her eyes.

 

[DracnKitten]

Gwynn nodded and sat herself down once more. SHe looked at teh lifestone sitting on the table.

"In my Order, former though it may be, when one has been chosen to join the ranks of true mystics they are bound to a lifestone. The lifestone is kept under the close watch of the Elders. The stones base color, when held by the man or woman it is bound to or one who knows how to unlock its true form, is the same as its partner's spirit color. Mine is silver. An uncommon color for a lifestone, which only served to make me stand out more."

She took a deep breath and sighed.

"The veins that run through the lifestone tell of the person's soul, or spirit. Mine are simply blue, the color of a true mystic. Apparantly, I hold more power than even I can access, an the stone speaks of my affinity. They told me, once, that this was why I could learn to many kinds of magic so quickly." She frowned as if to say that this gift was more a burden than anything else.

"If I were to become corrupt, or my intentions became anything but pure, black veins would begin to appear. If I were to fall in love, a forbidden emotion among that particular Order, a dark, deep red would appear. The same continues for many other such emotions and changes in spirit." SHe looked at her stone, and touched with with the tip of her index finger.

"For mine to be so simple . . . so singularly veined . . . I am not a woman of many emotions or . . .much spirit. Thus far I have been nothing but a tool. As spy glass for those who held onto me."

She pulled her finger away.

"The stone reverts to this when not in contact with its owner or ulocked so that none may spy or take it for theor own purposes. It can not be destroyed in this form. But if it is unlocked and then attacked with will crumble and my spirit will be released, my soul taken away, and I will be no more."

She sat back in her chair and fodled her hands in her lap.

"It is yours to keep if you will but teach me. Your insurance that I am true to my word. Your spyglass into my soul. Whenever you wish to see if my spirit has begun to change you have but to ask and I will touch the stone. All my secrets are yours."

 

[The_gladiator]

he picked up the stone examining it. He could feel the tighs of magic that bound it to her, and to another plane of existance. A place where souls were connected. The land of souls. After considering it, he reached out taking her surprisingly delicate hand in his and placed the stone in her palm, curling the long fingers over it. "Hold onto this. I will not hold your soul hostage in return for my secrets. This is not how my people work." he said softly. "Guard that with every defense you know, an enemy of you could easly use it to manipulate you. Extort you into evil. I would keep it safe myself, but I do not know enough about its magic to feel confident I could keep it safe."
He rose to refill his cup of tea and consider his next words, "I will accept you as a provisional student at this time, we will first learn about each other, what we can do, and so forth, then and only then can I begin to teach. You will of course need a place to stay, and I cannot impose you upon anyone else, but a master i responsability to provide for the student if no family tighs are there to do so, so you will stay with me. The other half of this is you are a direct reflection on me. Any gaf you might make, any mistake, will reflect back upon my honor. I normally would not be bothered by this, but if respect for me falls, so does the rest of my family fall with me, and as I am a distant member of house royal, a distant relative of the king, it would not be good for my family to be disgraced." he turned to face her, "Much rest on your shoulders child, do you really wish to take this path?" he asked. "If so, so shall it be done." he said.

 

[DracnKitten]

Gwynn took the stone back and it took on a glow again s she held it a moment. She silently slipped it into her robes again and nodded thankfully.

"No path to knowledge and wisdom is an easy one, and therefore no path that isuntroubled is worth walking." She looked up at him and for teh first time she smiled. Itw as obvious that his acceptance of her was a great relief.

The smile seemed to light her face, and bring a different light to a face that moments ago had been blank. Her hair suddenly fell about her shoulders as she sank her hands into her robes.

And suddenly her eyes took on a child-like light.

"So what shall I learn first. And please dont' say patience."

 

[The_gladiator]

He smiled at her, he found her excitement very interesting, "Indeed patience should be learned, but you must know this or else you would not have sought my instruction." he said with a smile. He considered, "Tell me of what aspects of magic you are strong in." he requested, as he reached out to hand her her refilled tea cup and he moved to retake his seat. "What exactly do you wish to learn from me?" he asked

 

[DracnKitten]

Taking the tea cup from him she sipped from it.

"You already know what I seek. My end goal at least." She didn't smile as she said that. It seemed that she lost some light when she spoke of magic. SHe had long ago lost the true passion for her mystical powers, that was one reason she had come in search of the Elven secrets. She had hoped that she could once more learn to love the gift that had been given to her.

"Until then . . . " She thought, "I have an affinity for healing, and for sensing and leading the emotions of others. They used to call my a mind mystic."

She frowned.

"But I have learned, with ease, many other things. I am looking fo ra challenge. I am looking something that I can be . . " SHe faltered, as if she was revealing something abotu herself that she thought was better kept to herself. IN the end she changed the last words. ". . . Interested in."

She had meant to say passionate about.

 

[The_gladiator]

he considered her as she spoke, "Very interesting, healing is one of the most dificult arts, few truly master its power. How mages heal differs greatly from the powers gifted to the priests and priestesses of the gods, yet no less potent if applied by a master. Reading and sensing emotions, as well as manipulating them is a very very powerful gift. Empathy can be very key in many things, from simply understanding others, to further arts such as telepathy or telekenetic powers. Have you ever made contact with the spirit world? To either devine the future, commune with a spirit, or summon a being of elemental forces to your call?" he asked curiously as he continued to consider her powers, learning much with each question. "Elves find much joy and love in our magic, it is rarely a solumn occasion. I have seen some elves eaten by the hunger for more power, and lose the happy passion for learning we all share, the results of their lust was always catastrofic." He waved his hand dismissally, "But I believe I asked you a question, yet gave you no chance to answer it, tell me young one, have you ever?"

 

[DracnKitten]

Gwynn shook he head.

"It was strictly forbidden of me. Once, a long time ago, my mother communed with the spirits. She was never the same. I remember her speaking to the spirits at night, when she was alone. And then one day she stopped speaking all together."

"They were afraid to lsoe my gift, to lose me as they lost my mother and her powers as a seer."

She waved the topic away.

"If ever I were to try I am sure I would succeed, but I must say, an insensible fear washes over me when I think of it. Perhaps it isb ecause that is how I lost my mother, to that madness."

She didn't say, but that was how she became a part of the Order.

 

[The_gladiator]

We do not often converse with the dead ourselves, although we do have that skill. We much prefer to work with the living, or the elements. Much of elven magic involves life energy. It must not be used lightly, for each time you draw on the powers around you for healing especially you must take the health or strength from somewhere. Each spell requires balance, as you well know. We are taught to handle pain, to let it flow through us and out of us, so that even if we cannot physically handle healing a wound, we can at least take away a persons pain. If this makes sense." he said considering her, not sure if she knew all this already, but feeling that some of this should be said anyway. "One of the earliest things you will be taught is to sense all the life around you, sense them as a hole, sense the power the tighs them all together. This will help you see what happens when you draw on power to say heal someone, or in the case of black magic, or vampiric regeneration, the causing of injury and rechanneling it into other living things. That is why a vampire or other such creature grows stronger by feeding off a victim, if that makes sense." he said, getting absorbed in his subject, and not even realizing if he was telling her stuff she already knew.

 

[DracnKitten]

Gwynn ndded and tried to look like she hadn't hears it all before. Her eyes, though, were drawing her mind elsewhere. She was studying her new mentor, taking in the way he moved, the way his hair fell, she crystaline clear green of his eyes.

She smiled to herself as she watched his chest rise and fall with breath. Elves even breathed slower than humans. She tried not to let her mind wander too far from wehre it belonged, but she found it difficult. He intrigued her in ways no other man could, and she was drawn to him.

It made it all the more disappointing that she had not immediately reached her goal. But it would make it all the more rewarding when she did.

SHe drew her mind back to his words as she stood and reoved her outer robes. She hoped she wasn't being too dis-corteous, but they were warm. Beneath them she wore a simple white robe that almost perfectly matched the color of her hair. Her breeches were black and ended only halfway down her calf.

Her body was that of a woman who knew how to fight, and how to dance. Her breasts were full and the inner robe curved over them. She had tied it so that it modestly covered the majority of what would otherwise be a large amount of cleavage. The sleeves of her robe ended not far below her elbows.

She listened to see if he wished to continue, to see if he would delve further into his path. She wouldn ot stop him, rather she would listen and absorb. Even when he spoke of things she already knew she found herself absorbing somehting else.

Perhaps it was jsut the calming effect of his melodious voice. Or perhaps she just enjoyed listening to him speak.

 

[The_gladiator]

he watched her remove her outer robe, and took in her body. He had to yank his gaze away from her breasts, no elf was endowed the way she was, and he found them somewhat intreaguing but he was no mere child to be ruled by his hormones. "As we learn to sense the life around us, we soon have power to shape it and change it." he waved at the house, "such as the woodshaping you see here." he considered, "And through this manipulation, we also learn to control certain aspects of ourselves and others." he said, and he wondered if she would catch this piece of information, which was vital to elven passion. "We can gain control of our metabolic functions to some extent, which we can also achieve through meditations we would use to influence or sense the world around us. Do you have experience with meditation or life sensing?" he asked his eyes meeting hers, interested in her response.

 

[DracnKitten]

Gwynn caught, with some interest, that the elf had been drawn to ehr breasts. SHe should not have been suprised, she had seen the paintings of thier women, their tall and slender forms. She was certainly not made like them.

She nodded at his qeustion, sitting back. Her robes strtched around her breasts and accentuated them even more. It was not an intentional move, but she did watch to see if he had a reaction.

"Each morning when I wake, and each evening before I sleep. I have heard, though, that it is a different experiance, to meditate as the elves do. That you contact the life around you, not only within you."
She ran a hand through her hair, pulling a clip from within her white robe. SHe worked wuickly to pull her hair upa nd away from her face, baring her long neck and showing the strengths of her face even more.

 

[The_gladiator]

He did find his eyes betraying his control and straying to her breasts simply out of curiosity of course, or so he told himself. He nodded consentrating. Other than an occasional flick of his glanse or a slight redness in his face, there was no sign that she was affecting him in anyway. He nodded, "Yes, meditating, we can reach out to sense and grow in harmony with the living things around us. And as I said, that is how we can exert force over them or convince them to do things, is by understanding how they work, how they interact. It can be a very intimate experience." he said, "Emotionally intimate I mean." he said and this time his ears did begin to turn pink. He cleared his throat, "Do you find yourself hungry?" he asked, "Also do you need to go get your things?" he asked, "I mean you can't have brought everything you have with you, you had no idea what I would say. You will sleep in my room tonight, I insist, and on the morrow, I will allow you to watch as I sing an addition onto the house giving you your own room." he said with a smile.