A Curious Meet, Indeed (Aveline)

[Warden Thrice]

A wave of sadness swept through Eorar. "Why remain when others gone?" he asked. Ghosts were sad creatures, and the sudden fact that Eorar could do next to nothing for this one frustrated him. "You... you are lonely here?"

[Aveline]

Aveline nodded to Eorar.

"It gets lonely at times, so I go into the city." She said, looking into his with a little more confidence than before. "I've become strong enough to leave this area after a few years." She added.

[Warden Thrice]

It didn't really answer Eorar's question, but he decided not to press. Her reasons for staying in this life were her own. And his blasted curiosity was getting the better of him again, as well? "Do you know very much about the city?"

[Aveline]

Aveline was glad Eorar had not tried to get any information out of her about her past. She hasn't shared that information with anyone, and didn't want to give it away now.

"Yes." Aveline answered. She felt a long, drawn out answer was unnecessary.

[Warden Thrice]

Eorar nodded, then remembered that he had been digging. He turned his gaze back to the ground and the mysterious corner jutting from it, then knelt back down and began to gently brush dirt away with his hands. "You know what... do you know what this is?" he asked, finding a small sense of pleasure in how fast he was picking up Common. The thing was very dark, looking to be either black or very dark brown. Or perhaps it was the dirt. It looked to be made of wood, but Eorar had not been abovewater for long enough to have the faintest idea of what it might be. But he was an inquisitive creature, and even though it might turn out to be something as unassuming as a chair, he still wanted to find out.

[Aveline]

Aveline floated over to the object Eorar was curious about.

"It looks like it could be...a...music box." She said as she looked at it.

[Warden Thrice]

Eorar nodded thoughtfully, though in truth he had no idea what a music box was. "Maybe. I not stay long enough to find out, though. Night is cold. Need to get back before sun sets." He looked up and took note of the Syna's position. She was perhaps a quarter behind the mountains. He might get ten or fifteen minutes, at best. And he wanted to find out as much about this ghost and this thing in the ground before then. "Do you sleep?" he asked conversationally as he continued to dig.

[Aveline]

Aveline watched him dig out the box. She felt like helping, but if she tried to touch an object, it would leave her open for attack by the living. She didn't trust Eorar enough to take the chance that he would attack her.

Aveline shook her head to answer his question, but realized he couldn't see that. So she spoke. "No. I have no need for sleep anymore." She answered.

[Warden Thrice]

"You do anything special during day? Or night, maybe?" There. Eorar felt a small movement and tugged at the corner of the box. It gave, and he shifted to a stabler squat. He frowned and leaned back, pulling hard. In a spray of dirt it came loose, and Eorar landed on his backside. It was a box. And a very interesting one at that. It was perhaps half the length of Eorar's foot, made of smooth wood with etched flora on the lid. He smiled. There had been things like this in Charbosi. "A puzzle box," he said, almost lovingly. He ran his hands over it, gently testing everything for something that slid or changed, but the engravings and siding made it impossible to detect anything. This box had secrets, wonderful secrets. A chill alerted Eorar to the time. He looked at the sun, almost completely behind the horizon. He stood. He needed to return to the bay. Returning his gaze to Aveline, he walked slowly towards her and held out the box. "You take care of this, please?" he asked.