Zel was right on the verge of figuring out just what the heck was going on... when Sigrun invaded his thoughts. He looked to the knight, utter disbelief on his face that she'd said such a thing. Sure, the knight was exceedingly talented at being random, but<span style="font-style: italic">honestly.</span>"Sigrun," Zel said, in a carefully measured voice, "It's not a reading lamp, and this isn't the time. Please contain your random outbursts for a moment."<br/><br/>Turning away from that annoying development, Zel tried to bring his focus back to where it had been. These glowing creatures definitely seemed intelligent, considering they could speak. Usually one would see such things documented somewhere. But he hadn't read anything about them... And this was where he left off last time. Hmm... hadn't read about them... or had he?<br/><br/>There! That was the realization he'd been looking for. And Origin; he remembered where he heard that name. It was a story his grandpa told him... Curse that bastard, but at least he'd done<span style="font-style: italic">something</span>good.<br/><br/>Origin was one of the six holy spirits, and if that was truly Origin, then... He was staring two of the six holy spirits right in the... light.... This was what he'd been waiting for, right? Surely it was, and yet, for the first time in his life, he was not only silent, but speechless. Eventually, he realized that while he couldn't think of anything to say for his predicament, there was something he could voice on Larea's part.<br/><br/>Zel cleared his throat, hoping the spirits were okay with him talking to them. "Um, excuse me, Spirits?" He remembered the names that had been spoken and thought it more polite to clarify, "Origin, Sylph? Could we have some explanation here...? Why is Origin inside of Larea? And, if you would, what plea are you referring to?"