Welcome to Gaia! ::

Gion nodded inwardly. Or ... I could try to use thought transference, like we do, he realized suddenly. Through touch only, though, of course. I had forgotten about that.

He made a face. Though I would really prefer to use sign language.

Exactly.

Gion raised his eyes as they came out of the vineyard to see that the plantation, unlike the last time he had been here with Triton and Elnara, was a flurry of activity. There were dozens of elves running around, and Gion looked at each and every one of them, learning a little bit about each one based on the colour of their auras.

One in particular caught his eye, a tall, lean fellow with a slight hunch and a black aura.

What do you think of that one, Daemon? he asked, eyes narrowing slightly as he focused on that particular elf to show Daemon.

Black is not generally a very kind colour to those who have it. It could be darkness, depression, sickness.... but it can also represent the senusal, and creative power, becuase black is all colours mixed into one.

He paused studying the lean fellow, elves weren't generally bad people, perhaps.

Maybe sickness? Or something to reflect the fact he's hunched a bit...

Daemon was sorry he couldn't be much more help than that, though he too was curious. Black was a rare colour to have he was sure among the elves, more common to the dark auras of demons and people who practiced strong dark magicks or had the connection to the night, but even then....

Black is not necessarily bad, though it's unusual, back home those that were aligned with darkness at least had some colour to their auras, like dark purples and reds are pretty common among them.

Nadya led Gion into the house. At this time of day, the house was empty, and there was no one about. Well, others would come later. For the moment ... Gion had requested a bath.

"Why don't you rest here," she suggested, stopping in the livingroom and facing him. "I'll draw you a bath, and we can talk later, perhaps."

Talk of course being a relative term. She wondered briefly how awkward things might be later on. She of course knew very little sign language - only a few of the most common signs. Ah well, she would find out.

Gion nodded gratefully to Nadya and took a seat on the couch, looking around the room.

So many memories here, he thought wistfully. Then, returning to the topic at hand, he replied to Daemon: How many years did it take you to start getting instincts about the auras? I mean, I've been seeing them for nearly five years now ... do you think that I might be feeling an instinct about that fellow? Some reason for me to feel wary of him?

I just have a bad feeling about the guy, Gion shrugged. He lay back on the couch, getting comfortable.

But as he thought about Daemon's words, he became curious. Do you mean to say that I might see people with different auras than how you might see them if you were looking at them with your own eyes? he asked.