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Gion chuckled silently at Lore. I have to say that it's completely out of the ordinary, there's never been anything like that in this world before. Your world is completely different from ours, despite the similarities that I've been told about.

He was amused at how confused the man looked, though.

Seeker giggled. "Your voice sounds funny, too, it sounds stronger when I talk to you in the sword."

She was looking over Daemon, to see if there were any other differences between the image him and the mind him.

Daemon tried to think of a good reason for that, but there was so much about his situtation that was new to him, he couldn't really think of anything that was based on books. So he shrugged and replied back.

"Maybe because I'm out of the sword, I'm not really here, or..." he looked down at himself, "All here."

"Ah... yea...." Lore agreed now that Gion had put it in those terms.

Daemon probably had to be quite careful he was capable of talking to people, exactly who he talked with. Which was quite sad, but he was sure it would have happened back home too unless there was a priest, spiritualist.. whatever that knew better.

"Though I think Seeker is very... interested."

Gion chuckled silently. Seeker's always liked talking with Daemon, even when she couldn't see him, he explained to Lore. One of the reasons she took the name Seeker was because she was always looking for something more, something she hadn't tried before, something she didn't know, somewhere she hadn't been. It's not only her Sight.

Seeker grinned. "Yeah, it's really weird," she agreed. She pulled her hand back and folded her hands on the table in front of her. "Do you feel the chair you're sitting on? Can you put your hand through the table, too? Would you fall through the chair or are you actually sitting on it?"

Daemon blinked, he hadn't gotten that many questions since Seeker first began talking to him. Only before it was along the lines of, what was it like to be stuck in a sword. In that case and in this one, he really couldn't come up with a good answer for that.

"Not.. really, but I do think I'm sitting on the chair."

At least he thought so.

"That's.... a big answer," Lore chuckled thinking about it, "They're so many and so different. Celebor is very active... he likes to do things is pretty much sums it up."

Kind of like Seeker he mused, only Celebor was in the here and now, no waiting, as if life was going to run away on him.

"Serenity is the artist, and she's quiet, calm... shy," he added as an after thought, "She's not as shy as she once was, but she's still is wary of strangers. Skye is the opposite even though she can't hear, there's little she's afraid of and always askes for names and who people are... you can't tell she can't hear though. She has a very sensitive sense of touch, which makes up for it... for the most part."

Those were the first three, and he could remember them, but he couldn't forget the last four neither.

"Then there are the twins, Storm and Starr. Magically gifted they're very eager to learn, well.. it's how they view the world. They see magic in threads, so it's kind of tempting for them to touch. Storm is logical, well both are, but Storm is to the point where he could possibily nearly argue himself out of trouble. Starr is almost like her brother's keeper, almost but she does go along with his adventures."

So many children.... Lore couldn't help but chuckle.

"Wow... let's see Idhril was the youngest until Silvrendir, she questions a lot. Kind of like Seeker, it's generally hard questions, but she's a curious one, and helpful. She likes to be helpful," he made him grin remember the whole sugar thing, "And Silvrendir is now the youngest. He is quiet in a different way from Serenity. He isn't shy perse, he's just... a quiet boy."

Nadya nodded at Lore. "Quiet like Galdor," she suggested as a comparison for the man to use. "Speaks well, but chooses to remain silent most of the time."

Though she had to admit, Galdor had his moments ... he could be quite loud when he wanted to be.


Seeker grinned at Daemon. "I see right through your legs, just like the rest of you!" she told him gleefully. "I can grab the chair right through you!"

She wanted to know if he was really sitting on the chair, though, and in her eyes there was only one way for her to find out. She reached through his legs and pushed the chair away from the table.

The chair of course weighed very little, since Daemon didn't technically have a weight. Seeing as he wasn't at all there at the current moment. Still, the action caught him off guard and he nearly fell through the chair, but was able to stay on. Sitting, somehow solidly on the chair as he moved forward to keep himself from falling off.

"Eep!"