[I'll play Spirit]

Araya walked into the clearing, listening to the rush of her river. She sat crossed legged, eye closed. She tried to block the loud elvin-child aughter and bird song, but her mind dewlt on each sond.

She smiled at each sound, leaning back slightly, so the waterfall of flame red hair brushed the ground. She could hear elven-children gigling and singing. Their chatter sounding like music to Araya.
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Mikhail leaned back in his chair.He sighed, as he closed his eyes. " I need help." He hissed. He stood up, and walked out into his courtyard. "It's no nice here." The winding picked up his silver hair. He sighed again.

Zurai didn't know where he was, and frankly, he didn't care. He enjoyed wandering, and he had others to take there of things while he was away. This place was new to him, but at the same time, so familiar. He'd seen so many places that he was beginning to think nothing would ever surprise him. With that thought, he folded his arms under his azure robes and continued walking, his black hair whipping his as he did so.

Mikhail walked through the gardens, his santuary. He slid his hands in the sleaves of his robes, and closed his eyes. "I've always felt at peace here." He whispered, stopping under the trelis of rose vines.

"It's so beautiful." He whispered again, and sighed. "I wish I could find the Honored. I need help, I can't do this alone." Suddenly, all Mikhail's despair came rushing to him, and he slid to the ground, whispering "I can't." Over and over again, tears swiming in his silver eyes.