<b>“Surely, you have not forgotten?”</b>Leara questioned, looking at the man in the doorway with a touch of confused concern. She partially wondered if Dris had been tricking her and that the message had not been delivered to the one called “David Marsh”.<b>“You are Lord Marsh, are you not?” </b>Her lips twisted in a frown as she looked around her. Maybe she’d gone to the wrong building. Following directions had never exactly been Leara’s strongest suit. The way he looked, though….that was enough to convince her that she was in the right place with the right man in front of her.<br/><br/>The blonde scoffed at his statement as he referred to this “Portland” as his home instead of Eldorath. It was obvious that he knew nothing of his kind or how they came to Earth. Leara wondered what stories had been told about the inhabitation of this quiet, uneventful land. She also wondered what this human would think the minute he stepped foot onto Eldorath for the first time.<b>“Eldorath is unfamiliar because your ancestors did not tell you about it.”</b>Leara understood his offer to join him inside, and she stepped through the threshold into the entrance of the cabin.<b>“They truly were a bunch of lazy fools. Tradition was never important to them. Pity, really.”</b><br/><br/>Looking around, she noted some unusual things inside the dwelling.<b>“Your homes look odd.”</b>She muttered, more to herself than anything as she approached an end table to examine a light. With a shrug, Leara picked up a television remote control off the table and turned to wave it in front of David’s face.<b>“What is this? A weapon? How does it work?”</b>She grew bored with it quickly and Leara followed his lead. She sat on a bench that was padded with enough cushion to make it as comfortable as her bed. She’d later come to find out that it was not a bench at all, but something called a “sofa”. It would become something she would talk of often.<br/><br/><b>“I do not know what you mean by ‘prank’, but if you think this is some form of jest, I am afraid you are mistaken.”</b>She folded her hands in her lap properly, still somewhat aware of the outfit she wore and how ridiculous she looked and felt. Leara was anxious to get back home and into her normal dress, but her duties required her here until David was prepared to journey back with her through the portal. Hopefully, it would be sooner rather than later.<b>“You received a message 3 days ago. It was delivered to you in the form of this book.”</b>Leara tugged forth her version of the same book he’d had, tapping the leather cover with her finger tips.<b>“I told you that I was coming. You were to be prepared, but obviously…”</b>Leara raised an eyebrow and motioned toward his confused demeanor.<b>“You are not.”</b><br/><br/>Her disapproving look appeared and disappeared just as quickly. Instead, she continued, attempting to explain her purpose.<b>“You will be coming with me – to Eldorath, of course. You are needed, more so now than ever, and if you do not come with me, there will be others to come for you soon.”</b>Leara rubbed at her eyes wearily as she sat there, enjoying the comfort of the seat around her.<b>“Others that are not as kind and warm and friendly as I. Others that would not let you come with your free will intact, for our world, Eldorath is in danger of losing the very thing that makes it special, and you, David Marsh are one of the only beings in existence that can help preserve the essence we strive to save.” </b>Her tone, initially curious, molded into one of seriousness at the gravity of the situation she faced at home.<br/><br/><b>“Worlds like this one are good at suppressing it.”</b>Leara muttered, moving to the edge of her seat. “<b>But <i>magic</i> is the creator of life, and ours is being drained by a terrible foe that I am afraid cannot be beaten without you.”</b>Leara pulled the book open on her lap, flipping through a few pages until she landed on one that was only half full.<b>“The story stops until you make a decision or act upon the information I have just given you. Please,”</b>Leara looked from the page back up to David.<b>“I need your help.”</b><br/><br/>Tag:<a class="username" data-user-id="82" data-username="@Manaan" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/82/">@Manaan</a>