Mid-Winter Art and Music Soiree

Very few things surprised Fe, but this revelation did. Although, she was not one to become overly excited about things either, and so Fe quite simply quirked an eyebrow questioningly when Purity mentioned he was a singer.

"Really? That's rather interesting," she remarked casually, "And just what do you sing? Jazz, pop, folk, opera?," she asked very curiously, having a somewhat difficult time reconciling the idea of this nervous soul to one that sang on the internet.

@Lain

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"It is also a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Morey," Zoraida remarked politely, pleased that he appeared to know who she was. "And no, we have not met before," she said as she took a glass of wine from a waiter who stopped by them with a tray of refreshments.

"It's curious that you mention Grovefire Manor," she admitted pleasantly. "I had been looking at a property closeby, but ended up buying something a little closer to the ocean," she admitted. "Actually, it's right on the coast," she chuckled.

Taking a sip of her wine, Zora motioned to the sculpture, it was of two handpainted winged fairies dancing near a sapling. It seemed, for some reason, not to be quite his style. Something in her suggested a deeper darker association, but there were so many people in the room at the moment, Zora's sense of evil and darker things was on high, and so she had chosen to ignore it altogether.

"Were you looking for anything in particular?" she asked Colten curiously.

When Colten mentioned being a demon, Zora just looked at him calmly, and then nodded once in quiet understanding. Also, hiding the fact that she had, a) heard the various rumours surrounding him and Grovefire Manor, and b) was surprised to hear that they were somewhat, if not all possibly, true.

"I am afraid demons are not the only ones, not all witches find large bodies water calming either," she admitted mildly, referring to the history witches had had over the last centuries with witch hunters and their insane theories of drowning witches or submitting them to trials by fire or water.

Glancing at Colten as she continued, "however, it's the element I am most aligned with, and I find its presence rather comforting."

Zora chuckled when Colten admitted to hoping to see something of a darker nature, giving him a small, if not amused, smile.

"Come with me," she said then as she placed her wine glass on the tray of a waiter passing by. "What you are looking for is over here," she told him as she led him to a brightly lit, but somewhat out of the way, alcove. The bright lighting was to counter the effects that the three pieces gave off so guests did not feel the effects of each piece that badly.

"Dead Man's Folly," she explained, gesturing to the statue of an old gnarled oak tree that had been hand-carved from jet that gave off a sense of loneliness and despair if one got too close.

Then she gestured to a painting, "Emily," she stated, shivering slightly as she gazed warily at the picture of a hauntingly beautiful raven-haired woman in white. Zora had no idea about the piece's history. She only knew that when she had first touched it, she had almost fainted in pain.

'And that there," she said, eyeing Colten while referring to a tapestry of a young knight fighting a wolf, "was donated by one of our patron's," she explained, having to step back from the tapestry itself as it emitted - at least for her - a clear sense of grief and sadness.

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"Ethereal and haunting?" Fe said as she eyed Purity with something akin to confused understanding. She had definitely not expected that out of him, and yet, the more she looked at him and considered him as a singer with talent instead of a non-talented person, the more she could see it.

"I think I get it," she finally admitted. Her sirin songs were somewhat otherworldly too if she sang them as they were purely meant to be sung - which she rarely did for fear of hurting others and as much as she wanted to succeed, she was not about using her music like that to get there.

"And do you always sing alone?" she asked him. "Not even for friends or family?"

@Lain

Fe sipped at her drink quietly and listened without saying much while Purity talked. She, herself, couldn't quite imagine a world or a life being isolated from others. And while she didn't have a big family, she liked to surround herself with friends, fans or admirers... she thrived on attention, and she knew it.

"I love to sing for others," Fe told him earnestly as she placed her empty glass on a tray of a passing waiter and helped herself to 2 glasses of champagne - one for herself, the other glass she handed to Purity.

"I live for it. Singing is part of me, it's, like, in my blood," she told him as she moved away from the wall and leaned against a table nearby. "I am a sirin, and music just calls to me," she said as she held her glass in one hand.

"Have you never felt the urge to just sing, express yourself, no matter where you are or who's around?" she asked curiously.

Zora stood back a little more from the objects and politely let Colten inspect them, and while auras did not usually affect her, non-living things that held some sort of evil or melancholy nature did.

Glancing at Colten curiously when he mentioned the objects gave him inspiration, Zora listened raptly to his ideas. "That is quite the story, Mr. Morey," she remarked, pleasantly surprised at how he had linked the three pieces together like he had to create a story out of them.

At his question, Zoraida nodded in understanding, "The objects are not cursed like many take the word to mean," she explained guessing that he knew what she meant, but proceed anyways, just in case. "You won't die or have bad luck if you own or possess them," she said, having taken great care to make sure the pieces were not dangerous.

"However, they do exude..." here she stopped for a second to find the right word, "a certain darkness or presence. It's sort of like if you are too long in the room with the artifacts, you feel a sadness or a darkness that is heavy on your heart after a while and want to leave."

"The painting," which was encased in glass, "Is really the only one I'd worry about somewhat," she told him.

"I suspect something bad happened to the woman or maybe the painter, and now its imbued with that. Those that can feel or are affected by these type of things could be hurt if they touch or get too close to the painting, but a normal person, I'd suspect would be fine around it," she said to Colten.