Koda wasn't one who judged others. In fact due to how much he was judged and misunderstood he had sworn to never be the one to do that to another. He heard Momma Christine in her work studio. Whatever she was working on was important to the woman he had caught a look of last night. The woman who spoke to Momma Christine like a fond old friend or acquantince. He wondered about the history between them two. About what the story was behind Momma Christine and the woman who seemed different from any person he had ever seen. The night before he hadn't gotten a good look at her but he didn't think she was human. He sat in the graveyard talking to the ghosts. This place was his home. Living with Momma Christine he felt loved and accepted. His mother hadn't loved him really after she decided he was "crazy" when he wasn't. His father agreed with whatever his mother decided. So life at home hadn't been very family oriented.<br/><br/>There he sat in the graveyard talking to seemingly thin air. Nodding his head every so often or shaking it depending on what was said. Though if you looked carefully the rising moonlight and almost entirely gone sunlight made some of the ghosts shimmery and transluscent. Much like a prism that casts a rainbow of colors to the surface it was pointed at when light of some sort hit it. Only there was only shades of white and grey. Then it was gone for the most part. He heard the footsteps of the other guest. Turning his gaze to her when the ghosts scattered mostly and she entered the graveyard. He studied her and for the first time saw her pointed elven ears. So she was elven. Then why did she have blood on her mouth? If she was expecting him to be shocked or horrified by this she would be sadly disappointed. Though seeing as she hadn't even offically met him it was unlikely she thought anything about him.<br/><br/>"Can you see them?" He asked her in a soft and sweet voice. Can you see them was refering to the ghosts. He looked at her and noticed the blood on her face. "You have blood on your face." He said in a nonchalant way. It was quite humorous the way it was put. Like it was not a big deal that she had blood on her face. He saw all sorts of ghosts and spirits so what would horrify most merely was a fact he could deal with. He pulled out the rag he used to shine up the metal plates that covered some of the tombs and mosuleums in the graveyard. He walked over to her and offered the rag to her. He didn't say anything else for quite a long time. The ghost named Peter Hallowell called out to him.<span style="font-style: italic">Wonder if she is a vampire. Never heard of an elven vampire. Only vampires end up with blood on their face.</span>The ghost said. "I don't know Peter. I don't know the answer to that." he said in a soft voice. Looking back to the woman.<br/><br/>"Are you an old friend of Momma Christines?" He asked. He had something to say right now. Hence why he was talking to a "living" person. His eyes connected with hers and stayed there for a moment. She had pretty eyes. She was very beautiful but then again most of the elven race was naturally beautiful. "I'm Koda." He added then feel silent. Unsure of what else to say and decided there was nothing more to say. The spirits and ghosts began regathering. Little spirit orbs known as will-o-wisps began to visably form and swirl around him. Then fly around and dance like they were trying to speak. He was trying not to stare. He looked back to the ghosts. Going and sat back down on a step to a tomb. Shushing some of the ghosts that were talking ninety miles per hour. Sometimes he wished there was an on and off switch for this magic based power of his. Alas there was no such luck about that.<br/><br/>He looked back to her. Could she see them? Could she sense them? You couldn't smell a spirit but maybe she could "feel" them. He waited to see if she said anything to him. If she didn't back to talking to seemingly thin air.