A Curious Meet, Indeed (Aveline)

[Warden Thrice]

Fall 27th, 511 AV Eorar was in the in-between. He wasn't inside Zeltiva, but neither was he quite outside of it. He was strolling along the base of the mountains, able to hear and smell the great city but not see it. At least, not the living part. The place he was in had once been part of the city, but some long-forgotten fire had leveled most of the buildings, stray poles and walls and corners reminding the world that they were still there. The past few days had been exhausting, but also illuminating. He was starting to get a good feel for Zeltiva, and though it had its flaws, nothing was perfect. He was, in all honesty, starting to grow fond of the place, and knew that once he settled down it wouldn't be as hard assimilating as he'd imagined. His horizons had expanded radically in a short period of time, and the world suddenly seemed so much bigger. Sighing, Eorar sat on a large stone that might have once been a brick, worn smooth and comfortable by years of enduring. He closed his eyes, and if his face had been capable, would have been smiling.

[Aveline]

Aveline was floating around the burned remains of her old house, not bothering to make it look like she is walking. A flood of memories washed over her as she passed through the remains of her living room. She gazed at the burned couch in the center of the room with a look of pain.

Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted something blue. As she turned to see what it was, she was met with the sight of a fish looking creature. Curiosity took her over as she floated on closer to it, only to suddenly stop and hide behind a still standing corner piece of wall. She peered around it to look at the creature a few times, only to go back into hiding.

[Warden Thrice]

Something flickered in Eorar's peripherals. He turned and looked, but there was nothing there. He watched for a few more seconds, but nothing happened. Disregarding it, his gaze wandered and fell on a strange-looking shape in the dust. He tilted his head, then stood and walked over to it. It appeared to be the corner of something. He knelt and started to pick at the dirt surrounding it. The flicker again, from the same place as last time. He turned and looked, and again there was nothing there. Eorar turned his head and gazed at the wall intently, but there was simply nothing to stare at. He eventually went back to the corner of something, gently scraping dirt from around it. He tugged at it, and when it moved he started to jiggle it around to loosen it. The third flicker assured Eorar that there was indeed something there. Eorar frowned. Should he say something? Was he just imagining it? There didn't seem to be any harm. If he said something and nothing was there after all, then there would be no harm done, and if there was then he might coax them into the open. "Who there?" he asked. Wait. "Who is there?" he corrected himself.

[Aveline]

'Has he spotted me?' Aveline thought the first time the creature had looked in her direction. She immediately shook her head, not believing he had. The second time she thought it was nothing as well, but the third, she defiantly knew he saw something.

Aveline slowly moved from out of her corner, glancing from the creature to random objects around her. "H-h-hello..." She managed to say.

[Warden Thrice]

Eorar blinked and squinted as a girl emerged from behind the wall. So there had been someone there, but... something was off. She looked inhumanly pale and fragile, almost frayed. He squinted some more, until... "Sterr," he said softly. It was a ghost. He had heard many tales of them, some good and some bad, but had never seen one for himself. He stared for a good long moment, then regained his composure. "Hello. Who you? Er, who are you?" he asked, catching and correcting himself again.

[Aveline]

Aveline continued to glace from the blue creature to other objects around her in a shy manner. "I...My name is...Aveline." She said.

[Warden Thrice]

oocCareful not to go into a one-liner, there "A-ve-line," Eorar repeated, rolling the word about on his tongue. "Hello Aveline. I am Eorar." His Common was inproving. "Are... are you a ghost?" He facepalmed. Of course she was a ghost. "Stvet srk," he apologized.

[Aveline]

"Stvet srk... is that, 'I'm sorry'?" She asked curiously. "And yes, I am a ghost..." She answered his earlier question, with a hint of pain to her voice.

Aveline was becoming less shy around Eorar as they spoke. She was now looking into his eyes longer than before, occasionally looking down again, feeling awkward.

[Warden Thrice]

Eorar nodded. "Yes. Sounds bad up here, better underwater." He looked around, trying to place this young girl in the burnt out shells around them. "This your home?" he asked.

[Aveline]

Aveline was silent for a few long seconds, looking around the place her home was once standing.

"Yes, this was my home...before the fire." She answered.