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Lost's ego was rather boosted at her compliment of his standing being as enthralling as hers. He was the type of fae that took everything with a grain of salt. Facts could be fickle sometimes. What seemed as truth to all one day could be false the next. People were so good at hiding things and strewing misconceptions. He always tried to find out more behind their words and actions. There is a lot you can tell about a person from analyzing them. He found he could get much more useful information from people than he could from books. A book meant you were relying purely on their words, and though they may think they're right, it could very easily be wrong. He would never argue with facts, unless he saw a way they could be wrong, but he also was weary of facts.

He was a little surprised at her asking of his concerns. He never really had concerns of the other fae, or many concerns at all. He would anly take concern as the situation arose and she was currently the only other fae he had any concern about, but her claims of peace seemed genuin. [b][color=f26522]"Well I don't have many concerns of the fae or even myself, but you are very interesting to me. You seem able to balance a jovial nature along with that of a fearful warrior. I must say I have avoided physical confrontations for the greater part of my life. I've seen to many fae fall to something of that nature. In fact I have never seen words kill, just merely ruin. I do agree that physical prowess is very important. I just haven't been sure of when to start exercising it. That's part of the reason I want to join this years hunt."[/color][/b]

The weather began to get chillier as thay made their way away from the Summer realm. Lost began to muse on the Winter realm and their mysteries. [color=f26522][b]"I suppose I'll share a secret about myself. Even though I am around the Summer and Spring realms more often, my hut is near the Winter realm. I don't know why, but I love the scene of fresh snow reflecting the moonlight more than anything else. Especially if the snow is untouched and surrounded by trees. The way they glisten while casting intricate shadows decorating the ground below them. All of it illuminating the night with beautiful, white light."[/b][/color] Lost had begun to wander off with his image. He caught himself once he didn't have anything else to say about it.

He wasn't sure what else to speak of himself. He never really thought of himself that interesting. Most fae were more interested in his music and what he could do for them rather than who he was. He wanted to know more about this woman as well. Who could actually be interested in him. [b][color=f26522]"So what about you Anya? Do you mind if I ask what concerns you may have? Maybe it will give me some to think about."[/color][/b]