Welcome to Gaia! ::

"I'd be interested in learning more about your world," Earendil commented, stopping them at the landing once again. He raised his hand to the wall, and it glowed blue faintly and opened. He waited for the others to step inside first.

"It sounds like it," Earendil nodded, stepping into the passage after them. He closed the door behind himself and raised his hand, which glowed red now. A dragon appeared on the back of the door again, a serpentine dragon of red fire, that went in a slow circle as if chasing its tail. After a moment, it faded, and the passageway sank into darkness.

Earendil held his hand out, palm outward, and muttered softly in his own tongue, and footsteps appeared glowing blue on the steps: his own footprints, and a set of hooves.

"No," Earendil smiled, shaking his head. "That's me using my magic to show our footsteps from earlier. I thought you might like having something to follow, something light, because you didn't seem to like the darkness too much earlier."

He chuckled. "Besides, you wanted to see my magic, didn't you?"

"Sure," Earendil grinned - then he paused. "Well," he amended, "not anything. Most things, though. It depends ..."

He shrugged. "Sometimes, it's not good to make things glow. For example, when I'm hiding, or hiding something. But yes, my magic usually makes things glow."

Of course the reason for it was ... unusual, by any standards. Still, he never regretted his gift. Gifts.

"Do you like pretty things?" Earendil asked eagerly, an idea hatching in his mind.

For all his mature talk and his wide range of knowledge, he was after all still an adolescent boy who liked to show off.

"Would you like to see something else that I can do?"

"Watch," he grinned, holding up one finger and winking at her.

He held out one hand, steadying it with his other hand holding his wrist, and closed his eyes. His outstretched hand began glowing blue, and a moment later, a bright blue flame rose slowly from the center of his palm. It went straight up for about five inches, then started looping in circles - slowly at first, then faster and faster until it became solid in the shape of a five-petaled flower.

He opened his eyes and smiled, then plucked it from the air between two fingers. Despite appearing like a live bolt of lightning in the shape of a flower, it was cool to the touch, almost like the cold metal of a blade. He held it out to Lin, kneeling on one knee so that he would be closer to her height.

"My lady," he grinned as if teasing her, holding it out for her to take.

Earendil was glad to see that she liked the flower. In addition to being pretty, it would also provide her with a second source of light while they were in the catecombs.

"So," he grinned, starting down the stairs once again, "ready to play?"