Welcome to Gaia! ::

Through tall, ominous black metal gates, there's a stone path, winding through willow and birch trees, a stone bench every yard or so. There are several small flower patches, lots of thick green grass, and bushes. The only sounds are the wind through the trees, the chattering of birds, and the deep sorrowful crow of the raven. Ocassionally this place harbors people, in groups, or people just wanting to be alone.
Scattered through the vast nature, there are several headstones, some tombs, and some family crypts, each one enscribed with sayings of love, friendship, hope, and prayer.
Moving on past the many graves, there are large stone gazebos and pillars, with more of a cozy feel to it, a resting place for the living within the resting place for the dead.
Anyone is welcome to enter, if they are not afraid.

A dark figure pushed it's way through the heavy gates, the iron creaking in the most malicious of ways. The slender figure crept off of the path and into the trees, where it blended rather well.

Why am I such an idiot? a soft voice echoed as the figure continued through the trees. Tristian removed the hood of his black crushed velvet cloak and looked around, making sure a sibling hadn't followed him.

He wasn't sure why he desired to be in the cemetary, because it was, after all, the house of the dead. But it comforted him for some reason. Almost like it's where he was supposed to be. But not in there as one of the residents. In there as the light that shown through murky waters.

He peered out from behind a tree and gazed at the multitude of varying stone shapes. His eyes falling nearly instantly on a decidedly ancient celtic cross looking stone. He wanted to touch it, but didn't want to be seen. He pulled the cloak back over his head and crept out from the trees, his boots crunching the stones deeper into one another.

Tristian gasped loudly as his long cloak caught on a branch, pulling him back twards the trees. He wanted to flip out and scream bloody murder, but paused and sighed as he realized it was just the tree.

I don't know why I'm so jumpy... he muttered to himself as he pulled on his cloak to try to free it.

Tristian blushed deeply as he heard Trance's voice. I...Didnt' want to be seen? He offered. I...was feeling mysterious. he thought he'd try, laughing softly at the way it sounded.

Tristian blushed and shook his head, lokoing down as the cloak disappeared. No...Maybe you can help me, actually...I want to find my real father.

Tristian couldn't help but laugh, shaking his head and looking to his friend. No...I just feel ... like maybe this would be the easiest place to find him. If ... what I heard is true, and he is some sort of 'martian'...Then...Maybe...I don't know... he said, looking down again, as he wasn't sure what he was thinking. Maybe he'll know to find me here.

Tristian blushed deeply and looked down, feeling rather defeated and embarrassed. I..i...i don't t...think I want to find him an...anymore he choked, his throat closing as he wanted to disappear. He was never good at being the butt of jokes, and he felt that Trance thought he was an idiot now.

Tristian continued to blush deeply as he listened to Trance. He nodded softly and looked to her, his blue eyes a vibrant color as the tears glossed them.