Mindrun walked along the beach,bored out of his mind."If only they were here now..."he said.

Varila sat a little farther down the beach, wearing a thin, dark green skirt and an off-white blouse. Her cloak lay next to her in a muddled heap. Scrunched into something like a ball, she gazed at the stars, hoping that something could make her forget what she had done that day. Slowly, as she heard someone talking, her silent gaze fixed on Mindrun.

Not noticing Varila,he began crying."Where did you go?"he said outloud."Why did you leave...."

Varila turned and smiled, saying, "How do you know that they did go? Were you spawned from something inhuman? This possibility isn't ruled out just yet." She smiled and looked out to sea...

"Wha...What are you talking about?You don't even know who 'they' are!"He said,sounding confused,and somehow angry.

She smiled at Mindrun's confusion and threw back her head, allowing her brown hair to stream in the sea winds. Her skirt danced around her ankles playfully as she simply stood there. "My apologies," she said flatly, "But I assumed that 'they' are your parents? Are you not the spawn of some inhuman creature? Thoughts play inside your head, so here, look into this." She held out a mirror and colors began to swirl within it. "Go ahead, child. It will harm nothing, simply look into it." She watched indirectlyas shapes in the mirror began to form. ((he'll see something from the past, you can dictate what...))

Baha Mut sees the two of them and walks over to them. "Hello. What's wrong?" [dragon]

Pelor had been following Bahamut, disguised as a plump old woman selling flowers. "5 for a gold" She croaked. He had been changing his disguises periodically throughout the day. He saw Varila. Uh oh, he thought. Varila has the uncanny, no, unexpainable ability to tell me even in disguise. He used telepathy on her to see if she was going to reveal him. Or if she even saw him.

Varila turned to Pelor with a smirk on her face. "Well, look who's come to preach to me again. Mind your own business Pelor, I'm warning you..." Confidence swelled within her as she stared at Pelor fearlessly. "Some people don't like babbling old men..." With a laugh, she looked at Bahamut and focused her condescending glare back on Pelor.

Pelor blinked away to a spot he saw far away. He would have to remember to ruin one of Varila's disguises later on. "It doesn't matter.", he said to himself. "There are plenty of other newcomers to consider and more are arriving everyday. With this thought, he walked away.

Varila smiled in a satisfied way, and looked about. If the old fool was anywhere nearby, she swore that she would simply show him that she was no woman to be tampered with, like some kind of metal. Upon seeing him off in the distance, she ran over there, ready to draw her glaive at any moment.