A good place to get started

"How about you take a seat? That book looks like it's getting heavy."

Enelya wiped her tears, and gave him a weak smile. She sat down in the seat he had motion towards, and placed the book gently on the table next to her. Archimedes crawled down from her neck, onto the floor, and went off looking for a snack. Partly because he was hungry; mostly because he wanted to give her some privacy, for some reason, he trusted Kotah, which he normally didn't do, only after knowing them for some long while. Maybe this was a good sign.

"I left my home on my own free will. Ot atleast, that's what I like to think. If I had stayed there any longer, I would have gone insane. I lived in a foster home. My 'parents' took care of us and everything, but there were too many kids to give specific attention. Three legitimate kids and six foster kids including me. The house was huge, filled with beautiful antiques and paintings. A lot of inspiration for my artwork comes from memories of that house. I had a lot of time to myself, since everyone else had someone to chill with."

Enelya gave him a curious look. She had never been alone, or neglected, so she wasn't sure what it felt like. But, that didn't mean she wasn't going to try and comfort him, or try and be his friend. She had always had some tree, Archie or other animal, or plant to talk to... Even though sometimes she did feel a bit pushed away from humans, so she suposed maybe she did know a thing or two about being neglected.

"Thats, thats horrible... I mean, I guess they were putting their intents in the right direction, but that many children... I don't think thats fair. Children need attention, like a puppy... I've heard of some babies dying, healthy, because their mother didn't cuddle, or talk to them as much as they needed. Yes, the parent would feed it, and clothe it, and change it's diapers, but didn't give it the attnetion it craved for."

Enelya looked away, she hated hearing these things, people could be so horrible sometimes. She didn't understand it. She geniuely cared for people, no matter what they looked like, what they might have done to her, she still cared. Call her a hippy, but she just couldn't imagine why people couldn't just love eachother and support eachother.

"Well, I suppose you could look on the bright side, you did get out, and well, are you doing better? Do you have someone to err, chill with?" She gave him another one of her weak smiles. She played with her skirt, and drew circles in the carpet with her toes. Then, she looked back at him, listening intently to his response.

"If I were someone else, I'd agree with you completely. However, being alone opens things up for me. The echoes and whispers of the world reach my ears and I realize, for a moment, why I'm here. It tells me I'm meant for something else somewhere else."

Enelya looked at him, and was kinda confused by this. But she tried her best to respond...

"Well, it looks like you've got your purpose in life figured out... I have still yet to figure that one out, I just take my life, day by day. Do the echoes and whispers say anything interesting?" She looked into his mysterious purple eyes, wondering, what was going on inside the mind behind them.

"I just got here and I've found a room stuffed with books and someone enjoyable to talk to. So yes, I supose it is better."

Noticing the absense of a smile, Enelya laughed, maybe lightening him up a bit.

"Yes, I agree, finding someone enjoyable with always nice. And, in a room full of books is always a plus." She grinned. "So, when did you first discover your power?"

Enelya was very curious, especially about other people's powers, and this one, was all the more unique than she'd ever heard of.

"It's probably just me talking to myself, going insane or some such thing. When I start hearing things, I usually reach for my sketchpad. All my best work is done during those moments."

She smiled, and thought to herself, what is he hiding? Or maybe he's not hiding anything at all, or maybe... he just isn't comfortable yet. It's okay though, I was surprised at myself for sharing my few memories with him..

"Everyone has their muse. For me, it's sitting high in a tree and painting the scenery. Sunsets are my favorite, either that, or the stars. Have you ever just relaxed, high in a tree, forgetting the world, just staring at the stars? It's absolutely paradise.." Enelya sighed, it was so beautiful here, it was like this place was becoming more of her home than her village ever was.

"That's why I'm here, actually. I want to study up on it a bit more. I don't know too much about it, but it's fun to use on people I don't agree with."

She giggled. Let's just hope there isn't a temper to go along with that disagreement, she thought.

"I can use my blood to place curses or illusions on people. I only know a few tricks, but one of them causes all sorts of bad luck. Another attempts at scaring them away, using the body's natural fluids like adrenaline." He shrugged. "Maybe I can show you sometime." He added quickly, "Not ON you, of course, but... you get the idea."

She looked at him and gave him a radiant smile, the one Archimedes loved. The one that showed that she was truly happy, and content, even her flowers in her crown grew a tiny bit, without her acutally doing it.

"Yes, of course, I understand. That's really interesting. Did you ever practice on your siblings?" she winked at him, being something that she probably would have done in his situation.

"The moon and stars. Sometime's on a crescent moon, you can see the entire outline in faded gray. It's... beautiful."

Enelya sighed, she knew exactly what he was talking about. It was her favorite time of the month, whenever you could see the dark side of the moon.

"The attic. I know it sounds odd, but back home... I'd go up there and it was mine, you know? No one else went up there. There was an amazing view of the forest, and when it rained..." He smiled again. "There were some interesting things up there, too. My foster parents liked collecting things. Random antiques, mostly, but there were some great paintings."

Enelya couldn't help but smile. It was the true sense of peace, and harmony. She really enjoyed talking to this man, he was, so much like her, enjoying the simple pleasures of the rain, and the stars.

"I know exactly what your talking about. When you are where you love to be, and no one can touch you.. it's almost perfect." She remember the paintings. "Really? What sort of paintings? I love the work of Da Vinci, he was absoltely brilliant, the girls he painted, I die whenever I see them."

He couldn't help the Cheshire Cat grin that spread across his face. "For a while. When they started running into walls and knocking stuff down ontop of themselves, I stopped doing it as much. They ruined a couple sculptures I liked."

Enelya laughed her musical laugh, half from his grin, and half from the pranks he put upon his siblings.

"I know a few things about running into walls!" she joked.

"More than I can count. The hallways were lined with them, some were up in the living room. A bunch were stored away in the attic, sadly. Most of the ones hung in the living and dining rooms were of angels, or scenery. They looked modern. I'm not too interested in classical paintings when there's classical music around. We had a grand piano next to the main stairs. I had the distinct pleasure of finding copies of Mozart's work when digging around upstairs."

To her, living in such a place was facinating to Enelya, little word ever got to her village, so she had only heard of the classical stuff. But hey, everyone has their own tastes! It was like living in your own world of perserved history, right in your own house!

"Wow..." she sighed, "it must have been like living in a museum, with no one to talk to..Mozart? THE Mozart?! OH! You have to play it for me sometime! But, why did they store them up in the attic? Thats horrible, if I had paintings like that I would make sure everyone saw them. I would even show them off a bit!"

Enelya couldn't believe what she was hearing, all these ancient antique things in this man's house, where he lived, it was like a dream, but a strange dream, which he was alone.