Welcome to Gaia! ::

*Jowett dropped the ukelele then stood up, realising he wasn't drunk at all, the absinth hadnm't fully fermented. He smiled, and walked outside for a breather, noticing that the lights form the stars seemed to be bending due to the absinthes effect, but Jowett closed his eyes, and cleared his mind with a technique he had been taught, and his vision was once again undisturbed except for certain spirits, wind spirits, that were transparent in the night sky.

~Hawk walks back in~
Merry Christmas people!

*Jowett stared something he could only sense, not knowing what it oculd be, he could rarely sense a spirit, and had only managed to do so 3 times in his life, so it shouldn't have been that, it just seemed to him like there was something wrong.*

~I don't like spirits...~

*Jowett walked outside and headed to his cavern. He could see some wind sprits, however these, unlike normal spirits, were only creatures formed by the wind and not the souls of the dead.*

*wakes up and sees she's been locked in the house*

neutral

*looks around*

hmmm, not again...

Anna sat on her couch and stared at the gold medalion that she had took from the thief leader. She had already returned as much stuff as she could and the pain in her arm has weakened to a mere throbbing. Could she really have a brother? She had wondered in the woods so long that she had forgotten her family, her friends, everything. She had to trust the man in the bottle. Otherwise she would never learn the truth. She went into her room to put away the medalion until the time came to deliver it.

Anna walked along her street towards her house. No one had been at the bar, no that that had been suprising, and she had decided to come home. She was passing her next door neighbor's house when she saw the blood on the pathway. She rushed up to the front door and saw Jowett lying there, bleeding from the head. She dug in her bad and withdrew a bottle. She poured the contents on Jowett's head and ripped a strip of cloth from her cloak, which she wrapped around the wound. She opened the door and dragged Jowett inside, laying him down on the couch. She ran into the kitchen and brought out some water and poured some into his mouth. She then went outside and found the rock which he had been hit with. "What the," she muttered and she brought it into her library to test it. She took down a few books from the shelves and after some testing found that the rock was enchanted. It was meant for someone. Perhaps not Jowett, but someone. It was going to fall on whoever knocked on the door first. "There has to be a motive," she whispered, running her hand over the stone. She walked into the living room and searched Jowett's pockets, but there was nothing. She then went into her bedroom to sheck on the medalion. It was still there. She was about to leave when she turned back andd looked at the medalion closer. It didn't have the writing. It wasn't the medalion.

Jowett! Are you okay? You're safe now. Do you remember what happened? I need to ask you something if you do.