A New Life

[Ella]

Callista Fae

"Hahahahaha~" A small creature in the high beams of the inn tavern burst into laughter at the scene before it, along with the rest of the crowd in the room. An unlucky, drunken grump had just been her victim of the hour, finding his ale in his lap and his chair tipped over backwards with him still in it. It might seem to all the others in the room like it had been his own fault, but Callista knew the truth. She had seen that it would take only a little of her help to make it happen, otherwise the chances would not have been one hundred percent. The faerie enjoyed knowing she had played a part in making so many others laugh.

Whoever had said that humans were horrible beings must have been a drab, grumpy fae. These humans were not nearly as bad as she had been told. They were a riot of laughter. They were perfect for pranks. Of course, they were still scary. All larger beings were scary, though, and Callista Fae had no choice but to dwell in human lands for the time being. She still did not know a whole lot about the world outside of the faerie lands she had grown up in, having just recently been exiled, so she still did not even let her presence be known most of the time that she was in public places. Even though she could make her form larger and closer to human size and hide her wings, she was uncomfortable being among them.

After nearly falling off the ceiling beam from laughing so hard, Callista repositioned herself and looked to see what the man was doing now. He had risen from his fallen chair, leaving the chair the way it was. His face was red and he was ranting about something that seemed totally unrelated to his "accident." A pair of large men were making their way towards him and the faerie leaned forward eagerly to see what was going to happen. As she did so, she felt the dim sensation of being watched. Callista brushed it away, caring more about the events unfolding below her.

[spoiler]This freeform roleplay is to introduce Callista to the guild. What happens in it depends on who joins in her story.[/spoiler]

[Throndir]

Annia Siadon

The warmth of the inn's fireplace, the friendly barkeeper and staff; Annia always loved this particular inn. It was only a few blocks away from their guild hall, and if she wasn't on a mission, sparring, or elsewhere, many times she would be found relaxing quietly in the tavern sipping away at a cup of plain apple juice. At times she would be talking with the barkeeper, or exchanging news with other people, but most of the time she came there to relax. The location was nearby, not out of the place, and if anything was happening in any of the nearby areas, Annia knew she would be quick to make her way to where she was needed.

Annia had to admit that such a place wasn't all perfectly fitting for a knight of the order of the Golden Dawn. The temples, or even standing guard at some important location would have been more fitting: a castle, some gates, or standing by where there was known to be trouble. It was, after all, the daily tasks that Ania became used to and had done when she had been part of the order. She still wore the golden-hued armor from her station there, but she has since removed the sun-shaped emblem of the Golden Dawn, replacing it with an emblem of the Guild of Galas'nor. Though at times she would think fondly on her days at the temple, she eventually managed to tell herself that leaving the order was the better choice. It was strange for her to admit, but the variety of the members of the guild was something that had become intriguing to the paladin. Not only did it satiate her curiosity, the company made keeping her own so-called "evil" katana that much more acceptable. At least compared to the temple.

The tavern was usually a quiet place, well, usually. So she kept her eye out on the larger and louder bunch that had come in sometime ago. Annia understood taverns were a great place to relax, even though some individuals had their own view of what "relaxing" was, different from Annia's which was to simply sit and drink apple juice, she knew that it wasn't her place to decide how one should spend their free time and what they considered to be the best form of relaxation. Nonetheless, Annia didn't quite look too fondly on those who drunk alcohol to the point of being obnoxious or loud. She furrowed her eyebrows at one particular man, who was rather exceptionally obnoxious and loud. He was telling a story of one his adventures sailing, waiving his arms wide to explain the dramatic points of his retelling, increasing the volume of his already loud drunken voice at the times where the story built up to its climax, and even rocking his body and chair to more explain the large waves and the shaking felt upon his vessel. It didn't last too long however, as soon enough, the man found himself tipped over; his weight just barely enough to unbalance the chair.

This of course was met with a roar of laughter from the patrons of the tavern, and even Annia had smiled slightly from the scene. Yet, there was something that seemed off to the perceptive knight. Mixed in the roars of laughter was a light higher-pitched laugh. As two larger men made their way forward to the fallen drunken man, Annia had seen the source of the laugh; it was a small humanoid-like creature wearing what looked to be... a mushroom dress?

She rubbed her eyes, making sure it wasn't just her eyes playing tricks on her, but the creature was still there peering down at the situation that unfolded down below.

W-what is she?

[dehydromon]

Gandin, son of Gehin

The first light that could be seen over the hill was that of the inn, which the young dwarf couldn't be more relieved to finally lay eyes upon. Gandin had taken his leave from the previous town at dawn and had been journeying eastward that entire day, not stopping for anything aside from meals. He had run out of food by lunch, though, as he had believed he had enough food to last another full day before there would be any need to acquire more. He was wrong, and now he was growing hungrier than he had been in months, making the sight of the inn that much more alluring. The first meal that came to mind was a delicious salted pork plate served with corn and mashed potatoes with a pint of ale to wash it all down. His pace quickened as the image formed in his mind.

His person consisted of more belongings than most people would be able to find a place for on a journey like his. He had enough weaponry to fend himself off from quite a large group of enemies; weapons like a crossbow for long-range attacks and a battleaxe for hand-to-hand combat and everything in between, he would like to believe. On his back, he carried a sleeping bag large enough for two of him; a small bag with all his cooking and eating utensils, namely a pan, a fork, a knife, and a medium-sized plate; a warhammer; a walking stick; and his empty sack of food, all of which buried the shield he couldn't ever recall using in the battles he fought in. On his belt was a small knife he would have used for gutting a meal that day if any animals would have been found, a pouch in which he carried his money, another pouch for his pipe, which had run out of tobacco by that time, and his quiver full of arrows. Anyone passing by him along his journey might think he was homeless or traveling salesman of some sort, but his business was his own and he didn't care much to share it with anyone else.

After another five minutes or so of moving the quickest he had moved since his day began, he found himself at the door of the inn and made his way inside to be met with such an inviting sight that he barely even noticed the drunkard who must have just tipped his chair over backward, or the laughter that filled the room because of it, or the higher-pitched laughter of the faerie above him, or the rubber chicken nailed to the wall in the far corner. No, the first thing he noticed was the counter sitting in front of a doorway labeled "kitchen", which he immediately made way for. Luckily for him, there was nobody in line, which meant less waiting for him before he could fill his gut with his favorite foods.

It was a delightful moment when he stepped up to the counter. Or rather, it was until some jerk decided he just had to get there first and got to the counter barely a second before Gandin did. He was tempted to just grab his knife and stab the man in the neck on the spot, but something told him that would have got him thrown out of the inn and possibly sent after by the authorities, so he resisted the urge, albeit with some difficulty. The person was very scrawny, most likely a man as he stood about as tall his one and a half Gandins, and looked like he could be knocked out with one suckerpunch to the face. Gandin simply tapped his foot and glared intensely at the man until he finished. It seemed all he wanted was a mug of whiskey, anyway.

[Ella]

Callista Fae

It seemed as thought the two bigger men had been tired of the drunken man's antics. They grabbed him by his upper arms and roughly escorted him out, telling him to go home and sleep off his drink before coming back again. Well, that was no fun. Callista was sure that she could have gotten another good prank out of him if he had stayed. Now she would have to find another victim. That, or retire for the night. She had made herself a cozy little bed out in the stables up where they kept the straw bedding for the horses. She had gotten the idea from a boy who seemed to work in the stable as a stable hand, as he also seemed to sleep up in the straw on the other end from where she had chosen to nest. But Callista was not tired. It was not even that late into the night.

Plopping herself back down on the beam, the faerie contemplated what sort of prank she should play next. Another on one of the customers or one on one of the workers of the inn? She was a little bit hungry, maybe she would make the inn's cook believe the "ghost" was making food disappear again. 'Or maybe,' she thought, eying a dwarf who had walked in and looked hungry and impatient for food, 'he might be a more fun option for the disappearing food prank.' Who knew, maybe she could get this ghost thing popularized. It might make the inn famous! But how to go about it? Shrink her body down to the size faeries seemed to be known for and sneak about? Use her magic to make herself invisible? Or she could make her body bigger so that she looked like a young elf child and try to pity him into giving her food.

Eh. That last option should only be a last resort for if she really needed food. Sneaking about in just her smallest form might get her squashed like a fly by the strong-looking dwarf. Going invisible it was, then! She decided to shrink her form anyways, to help minimize the chances of collisions with moving bodies in the room. Using her faerie magic, Callista made her now tiny form invisible. This was going to be a blast!

Lifting off from her perch, the invisible faerie flew down to where the dwarf was. Since the dwarf had not yet received any food, the faerie alighted on the large pack on his back and sat down to wait. He would probably find a place to sit besides at the counter bar, so it would be easier to just have him take her than trying to follow him around.

[Neko]

Aria Falavir

The night was young, and Aria had spent most of it sitting quietly in the Guild courtyard. Her body seemed completely relaxed, while her head lay straight back. She had watched the entire sunset in complete silence, and had continued to sky gaze until the moon rose. A few had attempted to speak with her, but she gave them no response. Not because she was upset with any of them, or upset in general, she was simply much too focused to conjure up a response. The way the clouds seemed to constantly shift and change appearance, it was greatly entertaining to the elf. But, as her neck grew sore from staring up for nearly five hours, she thought it was time to find a new activity.

Aria strolled down the city road, occasionally glancing at the moon as she did so. ?Where to gooo?? The elf wondered aloud. While she had met a couple of guild members, she considered few of them friends. It was hard for her to get close to anyone most of the time. In fact, sometimes it felt as if people were actually avoiding her. Those thoughts didn't cloud her mind for long though as the laughter and voices from a nearby inn caught her attention.

Aria entered the establishment, swaying as she walked. One might have wondered if the elf was already intoxicated. She stood in the middle of the room for a moment, her deep purple eyes looking for either a familiar face, or something fun to do. ?Oooh.? She spotted Annia then, a pretty paladin clad in golden armor. Aria had met the woman once or twice before, and she couldn't help but find herself drawn to her. She had what Aria considered to be a friendly aura...She also couldn't shake the feeling that she was drawn to the girl for other reasons as well. Aria took a seat beside Annia, noticing the paladin seemed momentarily distracted by something. ?Hmmm? What's so interesting? I saw a lion today you know. Oh, and a dragon. Mhm. Pretty pretty.? The animals Aria had been referring to were actually just shapes she had seen in the clouds, but the elf had no intention of adding that in.

[Throndir]

Annia Siadon

"Aria!" Annia said as she recognized the elf who had come walking into the inn. Annia had only encountered the elf a few times, and save for the elf's awkwardness and her name, Annia knew little else of the lady. The elf seemed to be gentle and pleasant enough too, so Annia was glad when the woman made her way to Annia's table, taking a seat beside her. Annia didn't always have someone to spend time with at the inn. The few times when random strangers would gather enough courage to approach the armored lady and attempt conversation, Annia would always be pleasant enough, the conversation lasting not all that long.

So it wasn't that surprising that when Aria took her seat besides Annia, the knight had smiled widely, glad for the company, and especially for the fact that it was another guild member. This of course resulted in losing track of the fairy Annia had spotted earlier, and when she looked back to attempt to scan for the creature again, she could no longer see it. There as a part of her that was dismayed at the lost, and more than once she wondered if she was simply seeing things. Perhaps it was some sort of illusion someone had conjured up? She narrowed her eyes again attempting to find any evidence of the creature she had seen, but it was to no avail.

"Hmmm? What's so interesting? I saw a lion today you know. Oh, and a dragon. Mhm. Pretty pretty."

"I thought I had seen a... well, nevermind. A lion? And a dragon?" Annia blinked a couple of times, her curiosity from the fairy moving to how or where Aria had seen such creatures. She knew lions were usually only found in zoos or far off lands, while dragons on the other hand were a rare sight, most of them keeping low from would-be dragon slayers.

"Were they big?" Annia asked her eyes in wonder with a tint of fascination in her voice.

[dehydromon]

Gandin, son of Gehin

The dwarf waited, tapping his foot very impatiently as he waited for the man who cut him off to notice there was someone else in line, but it was to no avail. Much to Gandin's bother, however, the filthy man in front of him lent no gaze to anything but the man behind the counter, who was now reading the labels on the barrels of assorted liquors to find the one the man had ask for. Gandin consider kicking the man in the back of the knees for a moment, but again came back to the realization that he might never get his meal if he made a scene, so he instead glared even more. Eventually, the bartender returned and handed the man a pint-sized mug of the bars "finest whiskey" and sent him on his way. Gandin was a bit dismayed that the man had never noticed a dwarf tapping loudly and glaring intensely behind him; unlike the less antisocial crowd, this dwarf actually relished in the discomfort others felt when they looked upon his angry face, and he was proud of the fact that people were almost always made very uncomfortable by him when he wanted them to be.

When the man finally left with his whiskey, Gandin stepped up to the counter, which came right up to his chin, and looked at the bartender for a moment before interrupting his usual "What can I do for you?" greeting.

"I want the salted pork," Gandin seemed to blurt out, his stomach rumbling as his hunger suddenly grew, "with corn and mashed potatoes on the side."

The bartender appeared only slightly annoyed the the dwarf had waiting until he just barely started speaking before interrupting, but years of dealing with rude customers had made it easy to hide his distaste.
"Will that be everything for you this evening?" he asked.

Gandin thought for moment, thinking there must have been something he forgot in his order as it seemed a bit too small for what he usually had in a meal. He looked the bartender in the eye. "Double the order," he said. Even so, he was still sure something was missing. The bartender looked as if he was just about to close the order when the dwarf suddenly realized that he had forgotten one of the most important parts of a meal: the beverage.
"And a pint of ale!" he finally added.

The bartender nodded and left for the kitchen, where Gandin assumed he would be telling the cooks to start on the dwarf's meal, and then returned. "Your food will be finished shortly. Until then, you can wait at the bar." He pointed the dwarf to a group of seats situated right in front of the counter his left. The dwarf complied and sat in the seat nearest to the counter. The rest were full of other people, all of whom appeared so drunk that Gandin wondered how they were able to stay on their seats.

[Neko]

Aria Falavir

Aria?s head had tilted slightly, confused as to why Annia had jumped past the question about what she?d been so interested in. But, she was more than happy that the paladin actually seemed interested in conversing with her. She couldn?t help but blush slightly now that Annia had directed all of her attention toward the elf. Aria?s expression had remained rather emotionless though, despite her glee. ?Oh yes, very big,? She held her arms out wide ??and fluffy, too. Yup yup.? Aria explained. The elf?s eyes began to wander a bit then, noticing a dwarf who had just entered. She looked past him though, to the wooden counter he sat himself at. The texture of the wood was greatly intriguing, and she focused on that for quite a bit before returning her gaze to Annia. ?I want to visit the biggest tree in the world some day. Mhm mhm.? She suddenly stated. Her stomach growled then, reminding the elf that she had completely forgotten to eat that day. Aria had no idea what kind of food the inn offered though, and instead sat there with her arms wrapped around her stomach. "Food food..." she mumbled.

[Throndir]

Annia Siadon

Fluffy lion? Fluufy dragon? Fluffy lion-dragon? Annia eyes went wide attempting to imagine what a fluffy lion-dragon looked like. She imagined that the creature must have looked majestic, and of course fluffy.

As she thought about the gracefulness a lion would have, combined with the sheer power of a dragon, she couldn't help but be completed fascinated at it. The mane, the agility, the strength; she wondered if she would ever get a chance to see one. At that moment, Annia made it a point that if she ever seen one, she would try pet it. She wanted more than that of course, such as having it tag along like those wizard companions, or even something like riding it. Oh that would have been absolutely wonderful. But she knew a knight shouldn't get too carried away with their own personal desires, so just petting the majestic creature would have to be enough.

Annia bit her lip, but again, focused her attention on Aria. She mentioned something about visiting the largest tree in the world. Annia had quickly thought about it, but her mind was still filled with images of feathery dragons, that in the end Annia had only smiled. Seeing the largest tree and the fluffy lion-dragon would be grand.

"If ever you decide to venture out to find the largest tree in the world, be sure to look for me! Now let's see what we can do about food. Do you want anything in particular? I'm about to go and order something." Though the knight had been content with her cup of apple juice, it was true that the mealtime was well on its way. Annia looked over to the counter near the kitchen, and noticed that the line was empty. True they had barmaids to obtain orders, they were usually fast, but it was quicker to simply go to the kitchen and ask for whatever food they have. Annia wasn't entirely picky, the temple foods that she had been given when she was in training were all meager, in the attempt to teach the students humility and frugal living.

[Ella]

Callista Fae

The dwarf seemed to have gone from impatient to highly annoyed as he waited his turn in line. 'Kukukuku~ This was going to be great!' The longer he had to wait, the more loudly he tapped his foot, and the more the small faerie felt the bounce of the pack she sat upon. Callista was tempted, oh so tempted, to open her mouth and listen to her voice bounce, too, but she knew that would give her presence away.

Finally, the man at the counter moved away and the dwarf stepped forward to make his order. Salted pork? Eh... It was not the faerie's favorite, so she guessed she would let the dwarf keep that for himself. The corn and mashed potatoes would be good, though. Oh! A double order? Awwww~ How thoughtful of the dwarf, buying her her own plate. This would make it a lot easier to filch food; as the dwarf worked on one plate, she could work on the other. Maybe she would take some of that pork. Of course, there was the chance that the cook would just pile it all on one plate. That was not cool, but Callista could not do anything about that.

Callista clung to her seat as the dwarf moved over and sat down to wait for his food. Waiting was boring for the faerie, but she guessed it did help build up the suspense. It would certainly build up their appetite as they smelled the food coming from the kitchens. That was good; it meant she would eat more and put a more noticeable dent in the dwarf's meal.

[dehydromon]

Gandin, son of Gehin

It was a short while after Gandin lost track of time before a barmaid emerged from the kitchen with Gandin's double-order and a large mug of his favorite alcoholic beverage, much to his relief. He stomach already felt like a vacuum when he arrived at the inn and the time it took for his meal to finish felt like days because of that. The thought occurred to him that he probably should have ordered an appetizer or something small too sink his teeth into while his salted pork was being salted and porked. But since it was clearly too late to ask for that, he simply watched with a face the wasn't quite grumpy, but wasn't quite entirely happy, either. It was more of something that showed how glad he was that he would finally get some food in him.

And then he wanted to tear his own heart out (hat or barge into the kitchen and demand that they work faster), as the barmaid was carrying two dishes. Neither, as it turned out, had the salted pork, mashed potatoes, or corn that he had asked for. The meal was intended for the two other men sitting in the last two barstools next to the wall whom he had not noticed until just now. They must have finished ordering their meals just before he entered the building. He rolled his eyes in utmost annoyance as he turned his gaze back to the kitchen and glared at the sign that read "kitchen". Unfortunately, the sign didn't have feelings nor could it tell that he was glaring at it, but it still made him feel better all the same to think that sign had just made a powerful enemy. His battleaxe looked real nice right about now.

He was so focused on how mad he was that his meal hadn't been the top priority of the chefs that he barely noticed that the barmaid had disappeared back inside the kitchen, so it came as something of a surprise to him when she came back out again only a minute or so later with two more plates. Both, he was delighted to find, had the same meal. As she approached him, he grinned so slightly that only elf eyes might be able to catch it. He took a knife in his right hand and a fork in the other as he watched her set the plates one after another onto the counter in front him and the pint of ale to the left of those, hardly noticing at all that the barmaid had said something to the effect of  "Have a nice day, sir".

By the looks of the meal, perhaps it was worth the wait. His mouth watered as he immediately stabbed the slab of pork on the first plate and cut a rather large piece off and shoved it into his mouth. It was great; perhaps worth even three-quarters of the wait. The ale and potatoes would make up for the rest.

[Neko]

Aria Falavir

Aria had continued to look at Annia. She could see the knight getting lost in her thoughts, something Aria could easily relate to. "You would really come with me?" Aria questioned. Despite joining the guild, the elf tended to fly solo most of the time...not that she exactly enjoyed doing so. "I really do want to go you know, mhm mhmm." She had no idea where such a tree was actually located, but now that her mind was on it, she'd be sure to find out later. Someone in the guild was bound to know such information. Or maybe, taking a visit to the library would give her the answer. Her eyes seemed to glaze over for a moment as she played out the adventure in her head. Together with Annia! She imagined it would be wonderful~. Another blush washed over her. Aria pulled her hat down slightly to hide it.

At the mention of food, Aria was brought back out of her thoughts. "Fooood...Hm hm. Do you think they have rabbit?" She wondered. She imagined a little bunny then, sitting beside her chair. It was white and fluffy. Could she really eat something so cute?...But, she had done so before, hadn't she? The rabbit tilted its head at Aria. "You're really cute, you know. But tasty too~ yup yup." She had spoken to her new imaginary friend aloud, not thinking for a second that it might seem out of place to anyone with her.

[Throndir]

Annia Siadon

Annia smiled at Aria's antiques. She had seen her enough times to know it was expected. She knew there were others who were really perplexed from the strange character, but Annia had thought of it as something unique and almost like a curiosity. It was fascinating. Annia thought as she continued to look over Aria's actions. The elf enjoyed the moment, and was capable enough of finding her own mirth and joy in even the smallest of things. True Annia herself would be drawn towards the unexpected and curiosities of the world, but even she did her utmost best to not conceal her inquisitiveness to the outside world. Aria on the other hand was completely free about it - not worrying about what others thought, or even how they reacted. It was something Annia couldn't always do, she was after all supposed to be a knight.

"Of course Aria. An adventure to seek out the largest tree in the world... That would be grand." She wanted to suggest more, a somehow intense curiosity springing up within her. She wanted to suggest seeking out dragons, finding a portal that would lead to the world of fey, playing pranks with faeries, search for the fluffy lion-dragon, to name a few of the ideas that were going through her head. But in the end all the knight did was bow gracefully.

Annia watched as Aria talked with someone invisible beside her, apparently some sort of bunny? Annia instead took that as a hint of what the elf had wanted. After she made her way towards the counter, she quickly asked the bartender for some salad, two cups of apple juice, and "a bunny". It wasn't long until the food was prepared, and Annia made her way back to the table. She sat beside the elf again as she handed her the rabbit and the cup of apple juice.

"I hope that was what you wanted. Apple juice is pretty good too..." Annia said. She was entirely sure if that was what the elf had asked for, but she realized one couldn't go wrong with apple juice. It was always something she drank, and she had never knew anyone who had any particular disliking to the drink.

[Ella]

Callista Fae

As she and the dwarf waited, Callista looked around the tables once again. The table the dwarf was seated at was near a pair of girls. One looked like a human knight, the other looked like some kind of elven witch or something. Callista couldn't be sure. Their conversation seemed rather random, first talking about going somewhere, then talking about food, an then the elf looking down at the ground and told something that it was cute and tasty. What in the world was she talking to? Was it some sort of invisible creature? The faerie thought she could see most things that were invisible to others' eyes. This thing must be something new, something different that she had never encountered before.

The human did not seem as interested in this invisible creature as the elf and Callista were. In fact, she had decided to get up and order food. Maybe she knew of it as well? Rising from her perch, the faerie flew over to investigate. She slowly moved forward, towards the area where the elf had looked, with her hand outstretched. Slowly... Slowly... Until she realized that she was exactly where the girl had looked and still did not feel anything. Could the invisible creature be a ghost? Able to let things move through it as well as be invisible? She pondered the idea for a while before realizing that the dwarf's food had already arrived.

'Oh no!' She was going to miss out on her meal and prank! Callista quickly flew back up to the table and, after looking over the feast, plopped herself down in front of the plate that the dwarf had not yet started on. She was happy that the cook had put the double order on two plates instead of one. Reaching over, the faerie took a piece of corn in each hand, making them go invisible before lifting them from the plate and beginning her meal. She continued to eat the pieces of corn, scooping a handful of potatoes every now and then and leaving small craters in the mass of mashed potato that she hoped would catch the dwarf's attention when he finally pulled the plate forward to begin on it. After all, part of the point of choosing him to share her meal with was to see his reaction to missing food. She just had to make sure she was ready to fly out of the way if he got angry enough to flail about.

[Neko]

The elf quickly nodded, agreeing with Annia. Yes, juice was amazing. Refreshing, sweet, she adored it. Carefully taking sips from the glass, Aria?s eyes wandered about the room, eventually falling upon the dwarf she had noticed once earlier. The meal he had received looked absolutely delicious?of course, the meal Annia had delivered was going to be ten times more amazing ? Mainly because Annia had been the one handling it. Just as she readied to continue her and Annia?s previous conversation, something caught her elven eye??W-what?? The dwarf hadn?t noticed yet, but Aria certainly did. She watched carefully as pieces of food went missing, as if vanishing into thin air. Was the dwarf using some form of telepathy to eat? Maybe she was just seeing things again? She shook her head, telling herself it had to be some weird illusion. Quickly turning back to her meal, Aria took hold of her fork and knife, carefully cutting the rabbit into tiny pieces. By the time she had finished, the meat had been cut so perfectly, one might have wondered if the chef had done it. ?A-Annia?? Aria began, a bit nervous. ?Do you think you ever see things?but they aren?t really?things??? The elf asked.  She shifted uncomfortably .