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Jao complied to Ichnel's request, gathering his things together to walk out of the shadows and into the sunlight. He kept his eyes focused just beyond the other two, not wanting to come off as too aggresive. It was paramount to his mission that he maintain the appearance of nothing more than a clueless traveler.
He came to a stop before the elf and human with an apprehensive smile. "Good morning Ichnel, and to you," Jao added with a friendly nod towards Valerye. "I never had a chance to thank you properly for your kind hospitality. I am indebted to you." He continued softly.
Standing before Ichnel felt very much like looking into an unsettling mirror that reflected only opposites. Jao's long black hair was mirrored in Ichnel's face, as was his pale skin colored across the other's locks. Ichnel's eyes looked on clearly with a steady white, while Jao's never settled in a shameless display of his emotions.
Jao resisted the urge to stare at the ground. It was never comfortable to be reminded of Shalondia, and looking at Ichnel was the equivalent of a slap in the face.

Before long, Luke appears at the door in his full glory...well, not exactly. He's in his boots, pants (thankfully), his doublet, and his sword belt. That's pretty much it. His hair simply sits on his head as if it is simply content to not be messy. It's not short enough to actually mess up, long enough to simply shake back into place, yet not long enough to tangle in his sleep. He grins and steps out, popping his back with a nice stretch. He looks over at Marael and grins, thinking about Gabe.
"Rawr."
He says quietly, to no one in particular.

Jao opened his mouth to introduce himself to the two girls when the scent of old blood caught his attention. He focused in on Marael's arm, unconsciously finding himself irrisistibly drawn to the wound.
"Please, if I may?" He asked, presenting her his hand with the palm facing upwards- a universal sign for offering help. As a master of the healing magick, it was important for Jao to ask before lending his services. Socially, it was the same as poking someone with a spear, or the tip of an arrow. His magick was at the level of a weapon, and using it without given consent was majorly offensive.

Ichnel mentaly sighed. Yet another elf to flinch at the mere sight of him. Although, he could hardly blame Jao, what with all the atrocities his people have commited.

Ichnel was glad when Marael joined them and pleased to see that most of the humans were awake. It almost startled Ichnel when Jao offered to heal Marael so suddenly. How was she injured? Her arm was bleeding where Gabe had bitten her in his efforts to wake her up.

He raised an eyebrow when Marael turned down the healing. Sure the wound would be healed in a day or two, but if she didn't stop the bleeding and let the wound mend, even her fair elven skin would scar. Most elves weren't keen on being disfigured for their long lives and Ichnel was fairly sure Marael was no exception to that.

Ichnel rumaged through the pouch he kept tied to his belt, pulling out a little, sealed clay jar and handed it to Marael.

"Rub this over the punctures. It will stop the bleeding, although I am afraid it does not smell very pleasant," Ichnel said.

He hoped Marael would at least accept this form of healng. At least it would let her heal naturally without scarring.

Jao gave a sort of noncommital shrug when Marael turned down his offer, and had lowered his hand to let it drop beside his side once again. He was a little disappointed to leave any wound unattended, no matter how small, but it was Marael's choice. Though a strange choice it was. Did she really not mind leaving the bite to mar her skin like that?
Unconsciously, Jao lightly traced the deep scarring along his right forearm. Even for elves whom's magick was that of healing, some wounds never really faded...
Jao almost smiled at his own foolishness when he realized what he was doing, shifting his arm so the drapings of his sleeve covered the scar once again. Let the past remain where it belonged: in the past.

((What is taking them so long... ))

Seeing that several of the others had already gone outside to wait, Emmia and Terra shared a glance before they they both moved for the door, deciding to join them as well. Emmia gave a last sweep of the room where Haylin, Jeni and Lae all seemed to still be getting themselves together while Terra slipped out the door.

Terra was simply anxious to see what the new day would hold. With Noren at her ankles, she started down the stairs at a run. Again, her fingers traced passed the bark of the ancient tree, leaving a string of flaming red buds behind. They wasted no time and the petals opened, revealing their white-ish center. Terra was still oblivious and simply hurried over to Valerye's side, wanting to know what the topic of conversation was.
"Morning everyone." she said softly with a grin.

The mid-day light welcomed Emmia in stride and caught in her flame colored eyes in a flicker of bright orange. Her silver hair took on the light as well and tossed lightly as she made her way down the stairs. As the human girl had dashed in such a rush before her, she had noticed the odd sprouting of flowers. It took a moment for it to click that the girl's touch had been the cause. She watched Terra as she joined the group, surprised by what potential these humans seemed to have in magick. Making a note to inform Ichnel later of this discovery, Emmia found her pace again. She glanced up and saw the whole of the small group congregating a few yards away, near the thick part of the forest. Six... three elves and three humans. Wait. Three elves? She looked closer and went through the names in her mind. All matched up except for one elf with long hair, the color of cinders after a flame had taken the life from wood. She grinned as she gazed at Jao and made her way over.
Emmia moved, first, to Ichnel. Business first.
"Lae is taking care of the other two. They should be coming any moment now..." she said, glancing back at the tree home before resting her eyes on Jao with a warm smile.
"Glad to see you found your way. How was your night, Jao?" she asked, pleased to see he was somewhat more comfortable than the night before. Though, she wasn't sure of what to think of the flightly feeling in her own stomach.

Jao's irises flushed a deep green as Emmia approached the goup, watching the way the sunlight carressed her hair and ignited her eyes in a mesmerizing display of color. He returned her smile with one of his own.
"Very pleasant, thanks to you and Ichnel. You both have my gratitude." He replied politely. Jao could feel himself starting to grow slightly anxious now that Emmia was there. Embarrassing, but she made him nervous.
The neckruffling feel of magick rising from Ichnel gave Jao noice before the loud crack that resonated from the tree house. His smile broadened into a small grin. That certainly should get the others going.

Marael smirked as she felt Ichnel's magic, followed by a snapping inside Lae's house. That should get them moving. She thought. She was regarding the newcomer's reaction to Emmia when Valerye's question caught her attention. She turned to the girl in surprise.

"I thought you would have figured that out by now, my friend. Elven eyes change with their moods." She informed the human. "It varies with each individual, but generally speaking, each color is one kind of mood; anger, happiness, embarassment." Her eyes flicked over to the new elf, so fast it was hard to catch, then back to Valerye. "It can be equally convient or annoying." She smiled. "I find it so interesting how human eyes do not change with your feelings." She admitted with a smile. "Very interesting."

((I hope everything there is correct...if not, tell me and I'll change it!!))