[u]Kirin[/u] "A god?" she echoed Fritz. Clearly the term carried more weight in her mind. The gods of Emanseria were not much more than legends, but legends rooted in truth. They were ancient creatures that had faded from the earth as the Fae and the gypsies had spread across the land. Some said they still existed, and were merely asleep. Eons ago they were the protectors of Emanseria, back when demons and pestilence terrorized the primitive cultures. Having driven the foul beasts from the world, they were no longer needed, and so quietly went away. There were always stories, elves always claimed to be able to feel the presence of the weather gods, or the river gods, as they slumbered. Kirin had never heard a first or even second-hand account of someone actually encountering one though. She watched Aergar make his way through the camp. He'd gotten a violin from somewhere and now children were following him toward the bonfire as he began to play. He didn't look like a god to her, not the gargantuan beings whose footsteps shook the ground. He was small in comparison, and skinny, and no doubt he was a strange fae and she couldn't say with one-hundred-percent certainty that he wasn't what he claimed to be, but to be honest the odds were better that he was a devil impersonating a god. Most likely though, he was only another fae. She tagged behind Fritz. Ada was occupied with someone when they reached her, to Fritz turned to the rabbit woman instead. Duplo? She was another curious creature, and though they were very different there was something about her that reminded Kirin of Fritz. Duplo seemed impatient with him, giving him a short answer that was nothing he apparently didn't already know. Kirin wondered if she was always like this, or if she just didn't like Fritz in particular. Only one way to find out. She stepped up next to Duplo and smiled sweetly. "I'm sorry we haven't properly met," she curtsied, flaring the hem of her tattered skirt, "I'm Kirin Cobb, from Eira, and you're Duplo right? That's such a pretty name, I've never heard it before." --- [u]Aergar[/u] The imp mimed a knife to the chest. "You've struck me deeply, my dear. I may need some assistance pulling this spike of derision from my heart. Is that any way to greet an old friend?" His eyes skipped over to the gypsy man whom he had interrupted. "I bet she didn't say such things to you there." In truth he was hardly a friend to her, though he'd never really been an enemy either. He personally had nothing against Ada or her companions, such grudges were below him. She did fascinate him though, almost as much as that old ghost did, though Ada did have a habit of ruining his fun she had bribed him on a handful of occasions. One of those being the last time Phrenesis seemed to disappear, though neither the spirit nor his pet raven knew anything of the affair. It was probably better that way, for everyone. He had been of help to her on a couple of times as well, though she never really thanked him properly, always something about how he only did nice things if he were to get something out of it, to which he replied that everyone did that whether they admitted to it or not and he was simply being honest about it. "When have I ever wronged you in any way, Lovelace? Hm? You know yourself I've always been more help to you than harm, so I truly cannot fathom your reason for being so awfully rude. That's unbecoming of a lady of your status. Not even a 'hello Aergar', 'how's the forest these days Aergar', 'which way to the crossroads' or 'good to see your cheerful face again Aergar'?" He pouted and gave her a wide-eyed puppy dog look, not a bad one at that. "I've never asked anything of you, you know." That was more or less true in the sense that Aergar never just [i]asked[/i] for something he wanted, only suggested (sometimes with blatant obviousness) what he wanted. He made an exasperated gesture. "Really with an attitude like that it's no wonder your only friend is a rabbit."