This Nymph was rather helpful and polite, not like many of the others she had met in the past. Elowen might not have been able to senses the death magic that washed off the Oracle in waves because of the death and deterioration that surrounded them. It was either that or the guardian was desperate for any kind of help that would bring her wood back to its former glory.<br/><br/>As the woman reached out her hands with the tainted water drizzling between the gaps in her fingers as she tried to hold it up.<strong>"How could something like this happen?"</strong>Zalinka murmured to herself stepping forward and dipping a finger cautiously into the pooling of water in Elowen's hands.<strong>"Odd...curious... "</strong>she furrowed her thin eyebrows together in confusion as her finger was bought to her lips and the tastes of metal and acid danced on the end of her sensitive tongue.<br/><br/><strong>"Usually... If something were contaminated there would be a source, yes...like, garbage of a demon something to go on...? I don't know but you can sense the magic but not pinpoint it? You can sense that what is draining the life from your home isn't natural...can you see the winds lingering?... If I could channel it... Just right... Maybe we could pin point where it's coming from... Maybe get an idea of what we're dealing with"</strong>She raised her hands up and started to chant as she channelled the winds and energies in the area, her eyes flickered shut as she attempted to concentrate. She had felt something similar once before. When she was a young girl and still a student to her art.<br/><br/>She started to turn on the spot her skirt swirling as power surged through her body, her fingers tracing through the air flicking the winds as she attempted to channel the magical traces she could pick up in the air. "Vini jwenn mwen , o majik. Toubiyon nan men m ' , idantifye tèt ou montre m kilès ki kontwole ou" (http://tinyurl.com/zbuw4jp) as she continued to chant images seeped into her mind. A purple cloud floated around her consciousness and slowly started to form a shape. Her brows knitted together tightly as she tried to make out the shape.<br/><br/><strong>"I see something in the winds..."</strong>she grunted as the image started to waver, golden eyes pierced from the shapes malformed and gaseous body.<strong>"But it is too far... I cannot pin it down... "</strong>she muttered her wrists still swirling among the winds trying to form an answer for the desperate woman.