Pass The Wasabi Please. (Quelen)

[Gloria]

Timestamp: 4th of Summer, 511 AV Having arrived only moments ago, she was clueless about where she should head towards now. Eventhough she was a manipulative and cruel being, she was also a way too impulsive one, which in turn caused for spur of the moment-decisions and improvised scenarios going on. Fortunately for Gloria either humans and the like, were incredibly naive and stupid, or she was just that good of an actress. This time was different however, thanks to not being able to instantly find her prey in her, supposedly, magical habitat. She counted herself amongst the lucky ones for having heard a tale of an intelligent yet pacifistic and very artistic creature, not belonging in Mura yet making a home out of its Silver Lake. After having, later on, possessed the man who had spoken of the one-armed Charodae in his drunken stupor, she had cleverly awaited for him to be alone at his appartment, waited for the opportune moment to possess him without too much force or drawing too much attraction to herself. Just seconds before the man would have fallen in a blissful, drunken sleep. Gloria possessed him and cleverly played in on the man's shambled drunken psyche, weaving in words to grow seeds of doubt within the man's mind. Eventually resulting in the man stumbling towards the bathroom, splashing water in his face and staring into the mirror, which proved to be quite fatal. Gloria mezmerized the man through his own reflection, hypnotized him into telling him the actual truth involving the Charodae and nothing more, nothing less. He confirmed that the story was true and that the Charodae should be in Mura's Silver Lake still. The man started to realize he was being manipulated by outside forces and started to fight back, propelling Gloria out of the host's body and out of his psyche. Quickly retreating Gloria cursed her lack of experience and skill, granted, the mission was a success...but he survived. Which was not good enough for Gloria, she made a mental note to find that man someday again and finish the job. Cackling with her hands spread and slightly positioned towards the sky, she soared through the night, over the roads, gliding at running speed towards her precious little prey's assumed current location.

[Quelen Dran'Sora]

After her conversation with the Charoda from the Suvan Sea Quelen was much to excited to sleep. After restlessly spending half a bell curled up in the little coral alcove where she stored her things and slept she finally gave up on attempting to sleep and swam towards the nearby shore. She wanted to be on the land, like Yaruai had spoken of, and maybe see if she could find someone else interesting this night. Maybe she'd even get to see Cilaes again?

Walking out of the water Quelen smiled at the feeling of the dry sand against her feet, and turned her gray eyes skywards. It was a beautiful night out, and the sight of the stars and moon above reminded her of a song she had learned with Dlight from his book of music.

Opening her mouth wide Quelen began to sing the slow and sad song in her native tongue of Char. The original song had been in common, but Quelen had enjoyed it much more in Char. Though the language was not nearly as elegant out of the water she doubted it would bother anyone, as she hadn't noticed anyone else nearby on the beach. The shrill cries and whistles of the song danced mournfully through the air as Quelen's body swayed to the time of the music on the sandy beach.