<div class="floatright">(http://fc06.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2012/049/2/4/dragon_boy_by_sakimichan-d4q2z34.jpg)</div>Liltahyanda immediately jerked back his hand.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: decorative;">"I am deeply sorry, miss. Though I may argue with you about that 'all life is sacred' bit. After all, must life not consume life to live? If I do not eat plants or animals, my own life will flee from me. So in the sense that life is sacred, only the sacred can give life."</span>He stepped away from the flower and bowed.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: decorative;">"But I would never dream of eating something that can talk to me or destroying something so beautiful. I would not have killed it for no reason, but would have taken it and planted it elsewhere, or perhaps have used it in a potion. But since you do not wish it, I will refrain. If you are the voice of the flower, then I am glad that my music pleased you, and apologize for my attempted harm. If you are the voice of some lovely creature in the forest, I will offer my apologies that I sought to pluck what is precious to you, and ask that you may show yourself."</span><br/><br/>After saying this, he looked around, then thought for a moment.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: decorative;">"Though I suppose I should introduce myself first. I am Arahaeldir Liltahyanda, a traveler seeking knowledge."</span>He wondered what type of creature had talked to him. The longer he had lived in this world, and he had not lived very long, he was barely more than a child, the more he realized that the world was a strange and marvelous place where practically anything was possible. So it was not unreasonable to think that the lovely voice came from the flower. Or the rocks. Or a nymph nearby. Or a spirit inhabiting the rocks and/or flower. Whatever type of creature it was, he was anxious to meet it.