Ann
Cradled a meager youths four foot body nested within the crook of a trees' outstretched length a playful stray leg idly swayed toward the beat of his clacking orangish fingers' playing across the twiggy instruments body; a delightful little smile splayed upon the youths' gaunt cheeks contrasting a trickle of orange cutting across skin which no longer shone vibrant splashes of pinks or reds' no longer bolstering life within its' unending snow white sea. Frisky the youths' head danced a merry jig along with its' merry romp against the drizzling rain which begun to spring from the looming grey clouds which loomed amidst where the young flora crowned prince whistled an alluring tune its' tune infections with the faded memories of merriment his ears' submerged within their tired memory... A memory which none would recount ever ocuring fore they whom had witnessed it were likely no longer with the living only a faded candle bolstering his orangeish light would shed upon tales of merriment and woe from the sea of the deceased. 

Shunned the youths' horrendous scars which were beheld for all wove a horrendous misdeed which had ended his life abruptly ages ago, etched into his skin made to forever be a part of his body upon the day he breathed life once more. Despite what hardships the youth had trudged through by the hands' of his own kin... Humans' the ones he believed were his flock the sheep he was meant to feel safe near bore not but irksome feelings toward the exuberant youth whom simply yearned for companionship feeling hopelessly lost within the writhing sea of time itself sweeping boy with cascading pallid locks a tumultuous distance from the land he had once rested within. A place he wished to revisit by emitting a tune which crept from another's' instrument attempting to caress his ears and ease them within their vibrant melody; distant a memory of lost love someone whom he had

Once looked up to throughout his early childhood believing he could carelessly toss his very life within their hands.

Winding down the youths' fingers began to slow nearing the melodies climax, little was the boy aware his musical notes had been breadcrumbs which led a mousey individual near his isolated canopy seeking shelter from a mob he was nearly certain had come to banish the 'holy abomination'. Something within the youths' own beliefs he began to think was some sort of blessing from the earthen mother to aid him within his selfless quest which lay riddled with uncertainty. Caught within his own melody the boys' head nearly turned toward where he believed the melody sung from, his eyes' sparkling with a dim grey light expecting to see his blonde braided locks standing below where he sat bearing an reassuring smile toward the lad... Yet what his eyes' cracked open to wasn't the land where his memories had been privy toward countless days' whittling them away with frivolous play. Dampening his spirits' the youths' smile nearly deflated realizing it was only in his head that he had felt he was within his parents' fields; yet another noise caught within his ears making the boys' heart nearly skip a beat along with his head which jolted up flashing a gleeful smile his voice singing out what his heart desired. 

"Claes!? T'would that be thine blundering oafish steps tearing upon thee dirt that mine ears doth bask within thee splendor of hearing...?" Dainty a faint voice which sounded as though it would be carried against the wind its' source didn't seem to come from the lips which carried out their anxious melody, cracking

Through tears of amber began to sweep across his trembling smile anxious to see the one he called Claes; for his memories were riddled with uncertain doubts their relationship hadn't kept healthy through the years since his parting. "...It t;would be a boon upon mine ears to grace a tune of merriment f-fore it has been ages! N-Nay decades Claes... Since we last spun notes betwixt thee flutes which create such bliss." Throwing his arms up to exaggerate his point the youth seemed lively within his gestures exaggerating just how long it had been since he and Claes had played their wooden fifes together, little did the ancient boy quite realize whom his ears' had heard betwixt the dribbling rain was naught he whom taught him the gleeful melody that however wouldn't cease the youths pleasantly hopeful smile believing within the words he spoke, listening toward the melody of his emotions and not logic itself.
Chi
*This young elf knew not of an individual named Claes, nor was she said individual. She had neared close enough to see the player behind the fife and she was surprised to see it twas a young man, no older than herself... She had also seen the amber that made up small swaths upon the boy's body, an odd sight but one she hadn't really cared for. There she had stood, not too far that she couldn't be seen, but not close enough that she could be seen well either for getting closer would be a fools move and she was no fool. Had she not have her green cloak as her attire, it would have been far easier to see her pale feature upon the gloominess of the forest, but though she may have been fair skinned and bright... She carried her own gloom with her upon her shoulders. She had heard the boy calling out this person's name, a person she hadn't ever met but one that she could assume was the others friend; she had but only one friend, it hadn't ever left her side ever since she had fashioned it out of foraged materials... To place her friendship in such an object as a staff was a sad thing, but she had nothing else nor no one else with her.*

*She had known that it was only she and the boy were the only two there, and though she knew that she wasn't Claes, she sought it best that she didn't stand there and let this confusion stand. She had to tell this boy that she wasn't the one that he was thinking of, she had to use her voice to convey that she was the nobody that had stumbled upon him... She had to talk for the first time in what seemed like forever, and with these words was information that was no doubt going to disappoint this odd boy. She had noticed his odd dialect, she had seen the amber that made up his arms, she had realized that this boy wasn't normal... Yet neither was she. She was a young maiden of only twenty, someone expected to have a light and twinkle within her eyes, a hope for the future to come... But there were only two pits of sadness that were her pupils. There was no smile upon her face either, there hadn't been one for years and there was a a near nothing chance that a smile would ever appear upon her lips, especially on a rainy day like this. She was dead but also alive, she had very little to live for but she still breathed, she had been to hell and yet here she stood in the middle of these wilds, unscathed and unscarred on the outside... But heavily damaged on the inside. She sought it best that she made it known that she wasn't this Claes person before she took her leave, she'd rather remain an unknown nobody than become the person that wasn't who another was looking for, and with that she spoke up.*
"I am sorry... But I am nought the one you speak of for I do not have such a name or such ties with you. I am but only a nobody whom shall remain nameless, lest I bring hardship upon yourself"

*Her voice was as soft as a gentle summer breeze, but it was filled with such sadness and melancholy that it would be fitting best for a loved one's funeral instead of an encounter in the wilds. Once again, she had no reason to portray joy because in doing so would be her lying to herself, she had but only a soul of sadness and pain that caused her to dislike others. Maybe she could abandon those ways, but such a task wasn't something she could do on her own... For it would be like climbing a mountain without any legs, it was simply impossible for her to do on her own which only saddened her more.*
"I mustn't waste your time any further... I'll take me leave now"

*And with that, she started to turn away*
Ann
Sprightly brimming with a vibrant grin splayed across his face he could hardly hold his eager body aback; not giving his mind a moment to even suspect that perhaps his conclusion had been wrong it wasn't Claes here to twine their melodies' together bringing back long lost memories. Caught in-between feeling nervous to see his dear 'friends' blonde locks shimmer against the wet dew which trailed against his bleached white hair, no longer certain if they still cared or only if they would pretend to still adore the freak of nature his body had degraded into toward young Fithora it was a battle he ever fought attempting to accept whom looked at him through the mirror no longer did his eyes' burn with a soft blue his hair shimmering a gorgeous golden blonde a color drained from his hair since the day he felt life's gentle touch. Without reason without sense the youths' sparkling eyes' urged his hands to propel his body from where he rested sailing his body down upon the grass where a slight "Unf!" Erupted from his lungs not a single second went wasted his toes began to pick up running wildly forward reaching out his arms out anxious to see Claes's form tower over his own a reassuring simper forming against his lips as he watched the lads' body propel forward a delightful chuckle erupted from the boys' lungs whilst streaks of orange washed against a corpse which longed to reunite with the ones he cherished granting little chance for whom actually romped through the wood to show himself.

Foolish for the youth to toss himself into the fray if he weren't cautious the very life he lived now could very well be torn away from those eager outstretched arms; wishing beyond doubt that the world still shone brighter than the dreary day he found pouring against his matted locks of hair nearly did his body prepare to pounce upon Clease filled

With jubilant beliefs that his song did indeed reunite him with his friend. Ramming his body into hers' he barely saw a flicker of blonde hair within his eyes' he nearly believed it was him seeming to playfully push against her body his voice booming through the wood. Though the boys' stout form only reached her lower waist"Hark, a laf one whom I doth not believe t'would be here... It tis you mine dearest of kin t'was a jewel which had been l-l-lost o' wherefore had you left. I-I doth thought... You left thee bumblefoot long behind dear oaf." Pressing his cheek against her hip the youth caught up within his emotions hadn't realized his folly quite yet his eyes' locked shut whilst sparkling orange tears flowed against the boys' boney cheeks pouncing nicknames they shared between one another it appeared Claes called this lad 'bumblefoot'. "F-fore I nearly doth believed y-your pedals hath wilted... I-I twas' most worried that I t-t'would be lost without naught of mine kin still pressing their toes upon thee grass i-it was most harrowing to feel alone. Hitherto this day you shall stay led upon m-mine melodies strings."

Relief rippled through the boys' lungs believing he had discovered a person within a world which felt ever so lonely not a single soul there to ease the boys' troubled mind; being left without a single memory upon where his friend had gone it felt nearly as though he had been forgotten by all a distant memory ever fading within the ceaseless cascade of time. Blubbering sobs erupted from the youth whom had clasped himself upon the stranger only once her voice began to dance within his ears' would his cheeks begin to glow a vibrant mellow orange; shutters which lazily opened wishing to deny what truth began to unfold within his mind would shy

Away from her slipping his form free from someone he knew little of reeling his arms against his chest the boys' head shyed away from hers' his embarrassed tongue flopping about in utter dismay "T-tis naught... Oh I doth... Graced mine arms upon a-a stranger. T-twas the tresses which grace to and froe... S-so familliar a laf I doth harkened toward Claes's own h-hair." Awkwardly rubbing his hands together he felt embarrassed embracing a stranger with such fervent affection. Bashfully looking up toward her his face laced with utter befuddlement he understood not what she spoke of and instead felt it was his own fault "N-nay I understand thine wishes... I-I doth seem to be a most ill creature bashing mine form against thine own. It t'was a mistake naught even a empty headed bafoon t'would enact." Near where she stood a stifling scent of tree sap could be smelled radiating off of his solid rather rigid body, for once she felt his touch it carried no warmth his skin felt as though touching a stone. If one were to look upon his amber encrusted wound all they would see was bone. However not a trace of innards his chest seemed hollow and yet he still breathed, still lived twiddling his thin flute between his fingers.
Chi
*She had expected to be disregarded when she had turned, to be ignored, to be cast off... But she was almost taken down by an unnoticed force, one smelling of the earth and giving the feeling of a cold stone on a winters day. She had not expected this stranger to dash after her and embrace her as if she was known, she had not expected this cold person to near her at all or even give her such a hug that was for a close friend... Not an unknown person such as herself. She had stumbled from the impact, though it only took a firm step for her to regain stability, she had gone blank up until this young man had released her from his teary embrace. She still had yet a clue on this Claes person yet it was obvious that they were important to this young stranger... Sadly she wasn't said person, she wasn't ever going to be important to anyone and she knew that. The words that had spilled from the other had been noticed by her and she heard how he spoke so ill about himself, as if he was an unholy monster that a hero would be sent to slay... Yet when she had turned to get a better look of this stranger, she saw not a monster, she saw not an ill creature, what she saw was a person whom had made a mistake. She couldn't dare say that she liked the sudden embrace as hindsight came to fruition, but in the moment of that cursed embrace... She had felt a warmth despite the coldness that made up this boy. Dispite how much she had a hate, a fear of others, something that fostered ill will at the sight of someone else... She couldn't find it within herself to hate or fear or hold ill will against this stranger, she could see that he wasn't a normal person... She could see through the amber that made up part of him and she could see bone, she could see the lack of entrails that this stranger had... But she didn't run or scream, she had no fear at this moment despite what stood before her.*

*She stood there, her staff within the grasp of the soft skin of her palm, her gaze cast upon the strange boy with a look of understanding, not of disgust nor fear or hate like it would have if it were someone else. A million thoughts ran through her mind as she thought of what she should do, should she go? She had said she would. She needed to do something but nothing came to mind, her mind was blank and from this void came words that bypassed her mind and spilled out of her in a costant and even tone, a tone of softness and understanding that she had yet to ever use.*
"I see no ill creature before me, I only see a young man whom was excited to lay eyes upon someone they know. You have no need to apologize for such a thing for it is my fault for intruding upon your playing of your instrument after all"

*There was nothing that would make her think that this wasn't her fault, she was the one that approached the source of the music after all. There was one thing though that continued to pound on her mind after she spoke though, she had just one more thing that she wanted to tell this boy before she changed her mind and eneded up fleeing like she usually would... But in doing what she wanted this time around now that she was thinking about it became evermore difficult, saying these words that she wanted to was slowly equating itself to pushing a boulder up hill, she was but only a meek elf after all. Somehow though, by luck or just determination, she had found her voice and began to speak once again.*
"I am not Claes for I am Lyva... I am sorry that I am not the one that you held with such high regard. I do wish you best regards in finding those who you search for though..."

*And just like last time, a look of utter saddness washed over Lyva as she flipped the hood of her cloak over her head, thus concealing her bright blonde hair, before turning once again from the boy. She had hesitated on taking her first step away though, it had been forever since she had spoken to another and something within her very being was telling her to stay... But she feared what would come if she were to stay around this boy... She had no hate though, for it was only fear etched deep into her heart that governed her actions like so*
Ann
Intertwined golden fingers laced across its' thin worn shaft; a faded old oaken fife wrapped in the very same tattered cloth he draped upon across his torso a futile effort to obscure what wounds shone naked toward the living world etching the lads' woeful tale into his very body. Drooping as the flowers upon his head the youths once endearing smile washed away with the downpour of the coming storm which splattered its' form upon all whom were present against its' gradual build eventually drenching the lad without a hood draping his wet bangs' over eyes' which simply glowed through the faded locks of hair. Draping down as though curtains as the lad bowed his head baring his gaze upon a etched scribble upon the wooden instruments' form may seem as though mere scribbled scrawls something not written within the English tongue his effervescent light seemed to dull feeling shame riddle against his bones' erupting a rude pronounced sniffle. 

Gracing his arms upon a stranger was unacceptable behavior something he was all too certain his ears would garner a lashing from the stranger such lively touch was meant only for those he loved... For the people where his body had learned and grown throughout those pleasant years within a village strewn across little humps of green a place where he would gladly pounce upon all and any

Becoming loved by many within his home to feel such earnest feeling stripped and torn away from his bones just as his entrails had been left the boy destitute. Uncertain of just whom he were to trust... For those he could be able to adore and share this world with it was something his fingers which clutched upon the wooden instrument sought within life. Yet he felt a lump begin to press against his throats' walls leaving his body strained worried she would treat him as many had before treating him as though he weren't human, but a unholy blight upon their perfect world tightening his throat the lad braced himself for a hand to graze across his head tossing him against the muddied earth. 

Contrasting the lashings' of an unsympthetic individual his whole body tensed locking into a tight ball of nerves only to hear a gentle voice as silky as butter melt into his ears bringing the youths' bright golden cheeks to peak up toward her; his face locked in astonishment he hadn't expected her to forgive his actions' "N-nay... You doth not raise a hand to cause leave welts upon mine b-body...? T-tis a plump boon... Which only s-swells mine stomach with feelings of ghlee. I-I understand naught why you t'would f-forgive such... Sudden gestures meant to show.." Tucking his head away the boys' feet began to

Wiggle within the dirt seeming a tad bashful upon his rather passionate embrace she was truthfully lucky she hadn't fallen over into the wettened earth below which was likely the scrappy boys' intent. Pursing his lips awkwardly the boy struggled to speak any other words' feeling flustered after his impolite gestures "...N-nay you have naught to forgive the tender taunt of a melody t-tis a-a difficult allure. W-why I t'would daresay thee words you speak f-flatter me... I doth naught believe mine melody t'would be worthy of ones feet to be ensnared upon its' notes." The youth insisted feeling a sense of warmth wash within him her words began to ease him, making the boy comfortable enough to attempt and break the discomfort with a little humor. "W-why you're words of mending are as blundering as mine fattened tongue... I-I doth wrestle with tis a fat plump hog of a beast. I shal wrestle till it tis tamed toward a s-smooth flow!" Crossing his eyes' the boy pretended he was wrestling with his tongue visually sticking it out to playfully twist it about a passionate visual display, enjoying something else he could concentrate his mind upon instead of his current blunder doing his utmost to reassure it wasn't in the slightest her fault. 

Although his efforts were admirable it would bear little fruit as the boy foolishly continued to wrestle about with

His tongue; eventually slipping it back into its' cavern the boy was dissuaded not hearing a single chuckle from the despondent person standing before where he stood. Surreal the youths' empathetic senses were something many had noticed throughout his life he could practically feel her sorrow rub upon his bones gazing deep into empty eyes' which seemed as lifeless as his own grey which bore no pupils its' energy seemed to radiate within the boys' own his playful smile faded as his own eyes' seemed to droop staring intently into her gaze till she tore them away from his own. "Tis naught thee matter... I doth care little if thine tittle is Clease or name of an ill impish fiend. A-as mine mother doth sung tis a hard sought dawning of thee sun to find a wilting bloom; t'would ones careful hand raise its' head..." Squinting his eyes' for a mere moment the boy tried to wrap his tongue around some of his mothers' wisdom he struggled to remember the exact words, but pressed ever forward "...Only then would thee see its' rare vibrant bloom... I-I doth caused thee to wilt w-with mine being. I am a mere shepherds son mine mother t'would whack mine head if I doth naught caress the wilted bloom. M-mine title tis Fithora of thee Kitalos clan and I shant let thee name fall toward decay." Passionate the youth began to awkwardly stumble after her et upon helping her fore he felt he had caused her to 'wilt' leaving her upset little

Did he know the roots of her sorrow ran deeper than he ever imagined; burying his head against his arm as his toes splatted against the wettened earth attempting to rid of his own sorrows which brimmed from his eyes' truthfully he hadn't met someone so forgiving within the world he found himself within... There was more than honor which made his feet bound along near her own it was a stiffiling sense of loneliness for he doubted he'd find the ones he sought simply muttering. "...T-t'would be a joy to see mine mother or mayhaps Claese upon those hills once more, b-but her heart t'would likely stop to see mine... Wilted state of naught but decay." Sociable in truth the youth could talk on end for hours to come without an end in sight if he let his tongue loose upon this unsuspecting stranger not quite directly asking what plighted her.