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Eoliaf found the food and at the sight and smell of it Rice began to come out of her shell. A moment later she came out of the pantry with the food in her arms. She paused in the entrance to the living room and glanced cautiously at Felix before coming in and sitting down on the floor spreading...

Eoliaf sighed tilting her head back to look at the ceiling and stretching. "I suppose every one has some selfish reason to do anything, no matter how good they claim to be. For instance, you seek to find your own salvation through the act of saving others. Tmooma's motivation is he wants to kill...

"Nope, still me," Eoliaf said floping up onto one of the chairs and hanging her legs over one of the arms. "Rice is still a bit overwhelmed by everything that just happened, she would rather I take care of things for her for a while. After all, she is still a child. It would be unwise to leave a...

Eoliaf sighed and rolled her eyes "Alright, ignore me. Your loss," she said with a scowl. When the wagon came by she climbed up into the back, crossing her arms and brooding. He made her feel so helpless and she hated it. Though she recognized his authority. He was strong, even in his current...

Tmooma paused for a moment thinking, then shook their head. "If I was in my usual form I could easily carry you. And if it wasn't for the girl's sake I would offer you some of our own blood. But as it is there is not much I can do... Well... there is that" He continued mussing, rubbing their...

As Felix released her Eoliaf coughed and staggered back holding her neck her eyes fixed on Felix in a vehement glare. But she didn't speak or take action. Tmooma dashed forwards catching Felix before he faceplanted in the dust. He moved draping, Felixes arm over his small shoulders so that he...

Rice heard Felixes desperate words but she didn't quite understand. She peeked her head over her knees casting a fearful glance over at Eoliaf before hiding her face back in her skirt. "Don't exhaust yourself son. You can let go now. I will make sure she doesn't do anything. At least for now...

At the flash of light, Rice gasped and fell backward raising her hands over her head as if shielding her face from a blow. "Please don't, you'll make it worse." She cried. She didn't really want Eoliaf to keep hurting her but this was all she had ever known. She had been told so many times that...

The spectral image of Rice looked up at him, hugging her arms to her chest, but didn't speak. She only glanced at Eoliaf. Eoliaf waved her hand in the air dismissively "I find your mentality limited. It seems I overestimated your intelligence. I am not interested in her soul. And she can't...

She let out a piercing laugh. "Light, darkness. Arbitrary concepts. I am surprised a powerful being such as yourself still ascribes to such ideas. And Monster is just something mortals call things they don't understand. Monster is something poor Rice has been called many times by the very adults...

Her tension eased a bit, she felt more comfortable talking about Tmooma. "Um, well, his full name is The Mighty one of Many Ages, but that's too long so we just call him Tmooma... when he's not sleeping he mostly just yells at Eoliaf or goes on about the war... Some times he takes over when I'm...

"Do they bother you? hurt you? make you do things you don't want to?" Rice stared at him her breath caught in her throat. How did he know exactly how she felt. Oh, sweetheart, you know I protect you, I wouldn't let anyone hurt you while I'm around. And if you're a good girl and do as your told...

Rice was ready to bolt but he didn't try to hurt her or start yelling, he just tiredly glanced down at his leg where she had stabbed him. Then he offered her his wrist and explained why her spell went wrong. She stared at his wrist blinking before cautiously move closer and taking his wrist in...

Rice froze. He said her name was nice. It wasn't exactly the name her parents had given her. It was just what Eoliaf had called her ever since she could remember. It was what had stuck. She had called her an insignificant piece of rice. But this man said the name sounded nice. Ooh, young lady...

"Rice," She muttered still staring sidelong at him. Eoliaf had promised not to kill him but that didn't change the fact that she was still bleeding. She needed to find a way to make it stop. He had been nice to her so far, he hadn't chased her away yet, she didn't really want to stab him. But...