<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Ilian</div><div class="spoiler_body"></div></div><br/>" Half?" Came a questioning tone that was almost like a merry chirp, a acorn dropping to the ground as a  strawberry colored, short-haired Faerie poked her head out of the thick foliage. Her skin has a hint green tint to it and those eyes were crystal clear blue, peering down at him with a bit of disbelief at seeing him.  Soon, a blue haired fae with white skin dropped down, her gossamer wings a blur in motion that almost looked like a soft glow of her aura was extended to flight.  Hovering above the ground, they didn't seem to trust him as they kept their distance, but this one before him mirrored his golden eyes with a lighter, more yellow set.<br/><br/>" And a male. A cute one!"  She chimed, smiling a little at his caution. " It was just a game, like you never been bored, neh?.." Attempting to ease him, faeries can be rather unforgiving in their pranks, searching for amusement, but that's what got a lot of them killed and almost wiped off the face of Aeris.<br/>" He can also see glamour.. That's unusual.. I think. I don't know. I don't think I met a... What are you mixed with?.."<br/>" I think he's a Falarii."<br/>" Really? A human-bred fae? Ha, irony."<br/>" Nature has its' jokes, guess he's the butt of that. Hehee, still, nice meeting you.. I'm Kiyo"<br/>" I'm Avo." The one in the tree murmured without much care, slowly slipping out of the tree canopy  and come to land upon the ground with a soft mur of consideration. " I really don't think you'd end a game with me. Her, maybe." Though the little teasing remark seems to bounce off Kiyo as she nods in agreement. " Either way, would you like to make a wager with that challenge."<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Liltahyanda</div><div class="spoiler_body"></div></div><br/><br/>The sound of the lute was barely heard over his own lute and song, it stands to reason the other one singing might not hear him.  As he stayed on the path, he approached the flower, at least it seemed to enjoy his music. It almost seems a little brighter, more vibrant somehow. As he spoke, there was no immediate answer, yet the moment he touched it, there was a slight aggravated and slightly commanding tone despite it's sonorous feminine yet disembodied voice.<br/><br/>" Stay thy hand! I do mind, thank you.. " The voice echoed softly, perhaps someone lived under this pile of stone, but the voice wasn't muffled. There seemed to be no one in the tree above and no one around. " Hath you know heart to feel that all life is sacred?  Would you wish this young one to die so early and wither such lovely petals in that cold hand?" The voice softened with certain admiration of the flower he also covets. Was it the flower that was talking to him? No, it couldn't be a nymph somewhere  around here?  A spirit of the woodlands of Archlen? Well, he was in the northern lands, so perhaps that would not be a strange idea to think so.