[Athilea Majiri]

She heard him sit next to her and ask what she was thinking of. That was an odd thing to ask. At least it seemed to to her. It was not the sort of thing her people would have thought a good conversation starter. Never the less, she found herself speaking again.

"I am thinking of all of the people I have lost." Cithien frowned, she barely even noticed him calling her by her first name, though she did notice him stammering over her last name. "Did you forget how to say my last night? It's Eluchíl." She pronounced the name carefully so that he could catch it.

Something in the back of her mind told her that wasn't why he didn't say it. Still the water glowed, ghostly and beautiful. It seemed to have woven a spell around them. Finally, she turned to look at him, dark eyes on his green. "Why do you ask my thoughts anyway?"