Prometheus couldn't help but to feel a bit satisfied as Emory so excitedly agreed to come along with him to the forest. At first, he was certain she was going to say no, as there were things in that forest that even the humans were weary of. As kind and bright and alive as the expanse of trees seemed to be, it had its own dangers. So, after the initial take off, him in lead this time around, and her trailing slightly behind him, they take off towards the old forest.<br/><br/>And old it definitely was. The entire expanse of the world that Prometheus had known started with the forest as the focal point, the very center is the capital city of the Woodland Elves, Solaris. He'd visited a few times, mainly for military means, gaining information, giving information, and the like. He'd also met one of his very best friends in one of the skirting little villages that surrounded the Capitol. Prometheus wanted to see if that little village was even around still, or if even the towns and cities that were related to Elven-kind had been obliterated as well.<br/><br/>He had heard her speak up, saying that she had friends, and she'd even lost friends. Hearing that come from her, he looks at her for a moment, seeing that she too was watching him. Observing, just as he had observed her earlier. Was she watching to see how he would react? To see what he would do? What his face would look like as he spoke? Had she seen the sadness in his eyes earlier? Most likely she had...why else would she be looking at him with such...pity in her eyes...when she went on to say that she probably hadn't lost as many friends as he had? He turns his eyes, focusing on the trees that were ahead of them, taking a deep breath and sighing softly. It wasn't that he minded her compassion, it was just he had never really been able to talk like this with anyone who wasn't Elvish...and definitely not a human.<br/><br/>All he could do to respond to her suspicions of not losing as many as he was shake his head, seeing the smile that she had given him, unable to smile in return. No...she probably had not. He had many friends, companions mostly, and only a handful had been what he would consider close to him. And oddly enough, each had been from a different Elvish Tribe. Glancing over at her, he wondered just how much she knew about Elves. She apparently knew a little, if she could somewhat speak the language, and it was pretty hard to learn. And since they had quite a bit of time before they would even reach the skirting edge of the forest, decided maybe he would try asking a few things, of her and what she knew. Usually, he didn't do this sort of thing, but for this time...he thought why not?<br/><br/>Clearing his throat slightly with a soft cough, he then speaks again, though his eyes were focused on their destination ahead of them. "Mana ilya care- tye sinte abti elves? Ini lambe tye seme ana sinte a titta -o, mal mana ese? Care- tye sinte i difnet trobse? Oh, sey. Wharen di tye hir ilya sina anywaime?" He didn't know if she would be able to pick up on all of what he just asked her, though there was really no other way that he could ask her these things. The language of humans didn't come easily to him, and even though he was learning at a fast pace...didn't mean he could just learn in it a few short hours. He knew others that could learn that quickly, but not him. It took a lot of  time to learn languages, and that was time better spent doing other things. Or at least, that was what he would have thought back in his own time. Now...maybe it would be a good idea to at least learn the basics.<br/><br/>Once she had answered to his first question, he continues. "Ni am -o i Firefox trobse." He places his hand on his chest, forming a fist, a proud look in his bright eyes, a confident expression on his face. He seemed to almost shining in a way, shining in pride of who he was, and where he was from. "Ni am a ohtatimeáro. Tye probablime care- vamme sinte limbe, sincie -yes na-... Wies...a muinavet nosse -o elves." He takes a another deep breath, now staring quite intently at the forest that was much closer to them now than it was about ten minutes from when they had started walking. He was fighting the urge to yell, he didn't want to admit that he might be the last elf alive, that his whole world was gone, that he was...alone. He would do what he could to figure it out...he wanted to make certain, no...he desperately hoped that there were others. From the magic he'd sensed back there on the field...it had felt familiar. Extremely so. That was why he wanted to check the woods.<br/><br/>Once he was calm enough, he looks to Emory again. "Tell me...about you..." He says, choosing his words carefully, hoping that was how one said what he had hoped to say. He wanted to change the subject, away from himself, at least for the time being. Until they got to the woods anyway. What was it about her...that seemed so different? Maybe it was the fact that she was sticking around him, and not being like all the others and staying away from him like a curse.<br/><br/>(What all do you know about elves? The language you seem to know a little of, but what else? Do you know the different tribes? Oh, yes...where did you find all this anyway?<br/><br/>I am of the Firefox tribe.<br/><br/>I am a warrior. You probably do not know much, since it is...was...a secretive clan of elves...)