Simoro walked back and forth through the room. Waterfalls flowed from the walls, around the edges, and out near the door, and he was impressed overall by the presence of soothing he felt.

The older elf had left him, and he was waiting for this "Islandazi." His brain still worked to remember the signifigance of the name, the "Ceremony," and "Dragon Rider." But it still felt as if his brain was in a mirror, showing only itself, and the same things thousands of times. He strained one last time to remember anything before he had found the elf in the forest. He thought of the visions of the white dragon and the cloked figure, and of the bond that he had sensed so strongly. He also thought of the feeling of status he felt everytime someome called him Sir, and the feelings of longing he felt when someone asked him about a dragon. He hoped this person that he was meeting could help him understand.

Finally someone walked in. Or came in, possibly some other way as it was her greeting and worried look that had alerted him. He hadn't seen her come in at all. She was very beautiful, and he felt a feeling, almost like one would when reunited with a mother. But he couldn't place why. After studying him for a while, she sighed and spoke in a clear, crisp voice.. "Sleep now, Sirom... Simoro? You are permitted to be exempt from your role today." And so she swept herself, silently and briskly, from the room, without even a word. And he lain down on the bed, that he hadn't seen before, and felt almost if someone was pulling him to sleep. And he slept for days, waking once a day to eat. Every time, the elf maiden who brought the food would ask him who he was in the past. He always replied the same. "I don't know."

A week later, maybe more, Islandazi came back in. She said something about magic and his memory, and it would hurt. Magic? Hah! "Go ahead." He said as he almost laughed. She was silent after this. And then, suddenly, she uttered a single, incomprehensible word. It felt like his brain was pushing itself out, against his skull, untill the skull broke or the brain broke. This kept getting worse. He tried to scream, and found that he couldn't. All he could do was sit there, pained beyond reality, untill something changed. And something did change. He felt as if a ring of energy broke loose in the center of his brain. Memories flooded him, and he felt as if he remembered everythind he needed to. But the elf didn't stop. He percieved she was looking, looking for something. And then he decided, or as best as he could did so, as the pain doubled, tripled, and became unbearable. But then something broke. He saw the dragon, and the person beside it. He saw it move. The person took off their hood, slowly... And then he saw it. It was him. Then the pain stopped, and the memories poured like the waterfalls. He saw his life before him, down the last speck of sand. He remembered it all. But he got to the recent past.. There was pain.. His own dragon had died, and of his own foolish ambitions. He had escaped, by some magic that he couldn't recall. He had been led through a realm of trees, which he had promised himself to come back to. He had a purpose in life again. But he didn't know how he could do it without his dragon. Islandazi said that Gallabatorix's forces had stopped after he had attacked, but apparently they were all working on research to find his words. If they found it... They wouldn't. But how did he know that? Nevertheless, he did. The memories stopped, shortly after leaving the woods, and wondering aimlessly to the elves. He knew something else, though. He felt more powerful now than he ever had. Then he looked at Islandazi, though he felt as if it was through someone else's eyes. He uttered a word, short and sweet. It poured like honey from his tongue. A golden fog surrounded the Elf Queen, and she seemed rejuvenated. After, she looked at him wide-eyed. "Where did you learn that?"

"What?"
"That word.. err.. What was it?"
"I... don't know... It didn't even feel like me that said it.."
"You are free to go now." She said in a voice, one that sounded as if years of charismatic excercise had just been forgotten.
How did I do that....
Don't worry about the how. You did. Said a voice. He jumped. His brain wasn't linked with anyone's.
Wh.. Who are you? He stuttered mentally.
I am... part of you, you could say. Part of you that was... awakened when you lost your.... my.. ...our? dragon. Just don't ask.
Contented with this confusion, Simoro walked out into the woods. He was meditating when he saw feet walking towards him. He sensed that they were of no harm, but he didn't recognize the mind. He waited for them to speak.


OOC Whoa.... i htink i could do a whole RP topic to myself if i kep that up and someone please take the person who walked up, im having a sudden urge to RP.

OOC- do you mind if I join? I can't exactly write an essay like your's, so it might seem a bit short lol

IC- Lyla stopped. She liked it as a human here- she was... taller. It meant she could see more, and she liked it. Of course she didn't have the grace of the elves, and often felt belittled and humbled alongside them. She soon dug her way out of this stressful feeling, she liked to be chilled, not disturbed. Lyla was a werecat- a statement that rung status throughout the mind of any intelligent erson- even the elves in all their beautiful glory respected her. She could not allow herself to feel as low as a powerless human near them- she constantly needed to remind herself of that encouraging thought. Her green dress flapped about her ankles as she looked down upon the rider. Was he a rider? His mind certainly gave of the magic like one but he just seemed... incomplete. Not to mention quiet, and maybe a touch depressed- maybe confused. A soft breeze ruffled the lush green leaves, and Lyla thought she could pick out the sound of gently relaxing wind-chimes on the breeze, as though hanging, crisp and clear yet muffled and distant at the same time. Maybe it was her imagination, perhaps it was the magical atmosphere of this wonderful place. Her raven black hair blew forward over her shoulders so the wavy locks hid her ears and some cheek on the left. The man didn't look up. She waited patiently- maybe he would be curious enough to take a look at her- he couldn't go on ignoring her for ever.
Then again, she realised.
He seems well practised in meditation. She peered at him. His head twitched slightly. Lyla grinned, and waited again, rocking gently back on her heel as though at ease. She knew he had noticed her.

OOC - whth your flaming sig its hard not to
IC - Simoro had been aware of the presence for quite a while, and had tried to the girl, as he could now confirmed. But she just stood there, and his patience slowly etched away. He opened his eyes, and simply said. "Yes?"

OOC wow this one looks short... lol

OOC- lol, I'm sure your first one makes up for it

IC- Lyla grinned, showing her ivory white, unnaturaly pointed teeth. She knew how impatient people tended to be these days, though did not comment on this flaw. She had known he would acknowledge her sooner or later- perhaps out of sheer curiosity. She debated for a while about whether to speak to him, but came to the decision that it was too good an opportunity to miss, if her suspicions were correct. She made eye contact with her piercing green gaze, and replied with her mind.
Just wondering. She told him bluntly, not bothering to explain what she meant or who she was, or even why she was disturbing his meditation. He didn't seem to know anything about her, and it suited her just that way. Lyla had a habit of being all too secretive. Then distant wind chimes fell silent as she spoke, and the breeze died so the forest became rather humid all of a sudden, and even a little dry in the air like it always was outside of the Elven cities. Lyla smirked in her pleased way as she waited for a reply, hoping he had heard her. How could he not?

Simoro, who had noticed the teeth first thing, chose to appear normal, for the time. Just wondering what? he asked. As he did so he closed the part of his mind that was outstreched to her, and added an extra level of protection with a silent spell. She hopefully knew less about him than he did about her, and he chose that it would stay as such. But nevertheless, he let a small bit of his energy escape.

OOC: btw what happened to your dragon :O

OOC- decided to try a new character.

IC- Lyla scratched the back of her neck absent-mindedly, appearing completely relaxed.
Oh, not much... she reassured him.
Just who you are, where you came from, why you are here... where your dragon went. She eyed his expression as she made the last remark. It seemed she had hit the nail on the head- a lucky guess. Lyla moved her feet awkwardly, and then decided to sit down- she felt far more comfortable on the floor. Carefully, she crossed her legs, tucking the end of her dress underneath her front legs so it was flattened neatly against the ground. It seemed even more quiet than before, no breeze, no birds, no wind chimes and no voices. Even though the temperature of the air didn't change at all, it suddenly seemed quite stuffy in the area.
Of course, this is probably private information that you do not wish me to know- perhaps you don't even know yourself. She pointed out wisely, still making strong eye contact. She continued.
But I am filled with natural curiosity...

"I see." he said. "To satisfy your curiousity, I will telll you that my dragon is either dead, or very close. The rest... well... nevermind..."

OOC <.<; very short post ; ; sorry