<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Talt</span><br/><br/>Heavy fog settled over the still water, little orbs hidden and hovering in that mist like multicoloured stars strung in the sky. Here, the banshee's bewitching voice could be heard, floating over the desolate, dark plane. Eerie and faded were the notes she sung, slightly dazing the ferryman as he watched the shore draw ever closer.<br/><br/>He stood in a handsomely crafted gondola, the edges decorated with those precious multicoloured fireflies who helped illuminate the even more handsomely crafted man. White wisps of hair hung over his face, some partially covering those haunting lavender eyes. A mask lay at his feet, a gift given to him by a friend that he would some times wear when ferrying souls into the depths of Hell.<br/><br/>Today he was making a trip to Earth in search of a particular soul he sought to collect for his own agenda. Upon reaching the shore, the man stepped out of the gondola and approached another man, wading through the calf high water, docking the gondola on the shore. A cheery smile crafted the form of the ferryman's lips, making him look some what foxish, "I need you to explain to Sirenia that I have other plans for Ronové. I doubt she'll be too thrilled about it, but it's better to give her a polite forewarning," he said, "You will most likely find her around here, but be wary, I suspect that child-God and his pets to wander through here as well..." With that, he handed the mask to dark haired man.<br/><br/>He left the realm of Limbo and entered that of Earth. He'd always been fond of Earth- the colours and creatures, all the senses to be explored. Nothing seemed more magical to him than Earth. With his cart, which is suspiciously similar to the craft of the handsome gondola, he set forth on his journey to seek out the wayward soul that had called to him, their link ebbing like a pulse, growing stronger with each step nearer he came to her. Foxish grin painted his lips and eyes glimmered upon setting his eyes on the dark haired beauty. He could feel that soul of hers creeping into every crevice of his flesh and stirring the breath inside his lungs, prickling at his skin, ringing at his ears.<br/><br/>He peered at her, chilling intentions masked with cheerful grin, "Fireflies are said to be the keepers of souls," he purred, "It is easy to find a firefly who glows like a beacon in the dark, that is the nature of a soul, to guide even in shadows. But to find a firefly whose glow is that of a black abyss, now that is quite rare," he says, "Succumbing to the dark is only natural, but accepting it is unheard of." With a light bow and a cheery gleam in his eyes, he introduced himself, "I am called Talt."<br/><br/>Opening his cart to show his wares, little fireflies were caught within various glass jars, all of different colours, "I've been searching for a firefly like this for some time, but I have yet to find it, though I do feel I am growing ever closer..." He pulled a small glass vial from some where within the wagon, "Here," he murmured, "A gift," he handed her the small vial, a tiny golden firefly captured inside, "What colour do you think your firefly would be?" he asked curiously. "If you would wish for it, I will travel with you until you have reached your destination," he says with a cat-like smile, "I follow the trail of my black firefly, though I believe she has led me to you," he said, "I think I'm to make a deal with you,' he says cheerfully.