He shrugged, not really perturbed by his advice towards her, he was kind of blind to many other people. "Sure. It would be...delightful." His thick spanish accent resonated throughout his words, though he never really saw it.
Enelya smiled, as he sat down next to her, she made the limb rise, giving them the perfect view over the lake, giving it a mystical glow.
"I am...sorry that things...aren't the way...they should be." Raohael thought more on his own past, the past encounters. "No one...here feels...accepted or...or...loved." It was the only thing he could put in words.
Curious of what he meant by this, she replied, "I accept people. It's me they don't seem to accept... They see me talking to Archimedes, give me that 'why isn't she in the loony bin', look, and don't have anything to do with me. I get so lonely, I try and hide it by being optimistic and spirited. But here, it doesn't seem to work, I still feel alone, and the trees cradle me, but it still isn't the same." Enelya looked towards the beautiful sky, wishing she had wings.
He looked upon the horizon and then the world went into a blue and red surrounding. The bright sun melted the sky red while the rest of the world, except for things that had heat on them, were blue. "Adios mijos. Yo no se cuando lo..."
Raphael paused in mid-sentence. She didn't understand. He sighed.
"My mind paints pictures for me...the lights of the world...turn red...and...the silent warmers...turn...azul."
She smiled at him, and studied his sad face. She could tell something troubled him, but couldn't quite put her finger on it.
"That was beautiful, but why does it come from such a sad face?"