<b><span style="color: DarkRed">''Rest would be good''</span></b>She said to Foran, with a curtly nod as she lowered her arm back from her gasp once more.<br/><br/>Verita widened her eyes upon hearing the wise voice of Razor reach her ears once more. She could hear a rasping chuckling sound, and despite the fact it sounded so strange and inhuman, it brought a little bit of cheer inside of her. The knowledge that he could laugh and feel joy, even though she regarded him more of a monster. The feelings of fear were still bubbling inside of her, nevertheless they descended further down as she looked over her shoulder whilst standing underneath a tree of the edge of the Wicked Woods. She looked as closely as she possibly could without having the feeling that he would know she was staring at him.<br/><br/><b><span style="color: DarkRed">'' Do.. do you really think so?''</span></b><br/><br/>She asked her words hesitantly, still not able to leave the thought of her grieving father behind. She had no idea what he would do, the villagers would have probably told him what had happened. Perhaps turned the story into an abduction only to enhance the fear that resided in the villagers against strangers. She didn't know, and frankly she didn't want to talk about it either. Upon hearing about Razor suggesting a fire, she smiled brightly and pulled several dead branches from the nearby bushes until she had a reasonably large pile in the middle of the open spot everybody was standing in.<br/><br/><b><span style="color: DarkRed">'' I can make a fire quite easily, so that is none of our worries for the night.''</span></b><br/><br/>And with those words she mumbled softly, feeling the energy from her heart surge into her veins and flowing out of her fingertips upon calling forth the old words for fire.<i>'' Ignisia ''</i>She felt a tiredness reach upon her arms as soon as the small pile of wood started to burn and light up with a luminous bright blue light, turning slowly into the yellow and red flames the world was so used to. With a smile she turned to Razor and pointed at the fire, before realizing he could not see. She felt ashamed of not remembering it, and hoped he could at least feel the warmth, whilst her back leaned back against a tree, her cold feet now being warmed by the magical fire.<br/><br/>She tried her very best not to keep staring at every strange follikel and spike that stuck out of the Ramen's head, constantly comparing him with his brother, so she innocently presumed, only being able to notice more difference then similarities. She had decided that Ramen were just as different from each other as humans were. Each and everyone a single individual in this world, especially since Foran resembled more of a Borderline like, damaged soul that cherished a deep hatred for humans. All the while Razor, bearing the more deadly and intimidating name of the two, was exactly the opposite.<br/><b><span style="color: DarkRed"><br/>
''So.. uhm.. how...'' She started stuttering her words before being able to finish the sentence with a little bit more courage. ''How did Ramen exist? ''</span></b><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>