Ebhlin looked up at the sky, studying it for a long moment, before turning back towards the man.<em>It's not going to rain... the skies are going to open...</em>she thought as she looked him over one more time as he spoke, reluctantly holding the staff out, balanced easily in her hand.<br/><br/>She tensed as he studied them, his eyes running over first Aisling then her, but she felt no power, no anger from him... only deep curiosity, confusion, and a touch of apprehension.<br/><br/>His questions, as rude as they were to her ears, confirmed that they were lost and alone... and definitely not in Arcadia any longer.  With a slight frown of concentration she answered, preferring his attention on her instead of Aisling.  "I am called Eibhlin.... this is Aisling," she said, obvious reluctance in her voice to give him the power of a name over her friend.  "She is Sidhe...." she answered, watching him closely for his reaction... "I am Unseelie Sidhe..." her accent slowly disappearing as she spoke.