Welcome to Gaia! ::

Jair laughed again. "Yes, but you just need to add a qualifier so that they know what the heck you're talking about."

Celebrindor tilted his head at the two of them. "So you're from Gaia?" he asked. "Where my grandfather's sister lives now?"

Jair nodded, but before he could speak further, Elia appeared in the doorway. She was quite tall, taller than either of the boys anyways, and her thick black hair tumbled in loose curls just past her shoulders. She looked very much like her mother, but her eyes were like her father's.

"Hello!" she beamed at everyone. "Welcome to our home! You're Jair and Naida, right?" She giggled softly. "Mama said you would be coming sometime, but she didn't say when."

"Then how did you know they were here?" Egleriad asked her.

She laughed. "I could hear all of you. I was practicing in the music room and I could hear all of you, so I came to see."

Elia blinked at Lin, then nodded. "Well ... yes ... Mama knows things before they happen. She's a Seer, like Grandmama is."

"So is Amora," Celebrindor pointed out. "And just as strong, too."

Elia nodded. "So we usually know things before they happen," she explained to Naida. "Sometimes not always, but usually."

"I can't do it, though," Egleriad said sadly.

"Neither can I," Celebrindor pointed out, "and even Elia only can a little bit. But it's a rare gift, the fact that there are already so many in our family who are seers is a miracle in itself."

"Besides," Elia said patiently, "that probably means you've got more of your father's gifts instead of your mother's."

Jair tilted his head slightly. "What are your father's gifts?" he asked Egleriad curiously.

Egleriad blinked at Jair. "Well, when he gets hurt, he heals up right away," he murmured thoughtfully, "but he can't heal other people ... and he's very good with talking with other people ..."

"Well, he has to be," Egleriad explained patiently. "See, he has to talk with all kinds of people, and they're the kind of people that if you make them angry, they can cause all kinds of trouble."

"Not that they ever do," Celebrindor pointed out, "but they can."

Egleriad nodded. "So he's very good at making sure they don't get angry."