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The man walked through quickly, his eyes not straying from the door he had seen Dune take. It didn't take long for him to cross the crystal chamber, and he was, somehow, unaware that there was even there, as he pushed open the door, and let out a sigh. Fresh air, and a beautiful view, the man walked forward slowly, looking over the forest, drinking in the earthy air. A large smile appeared on his face, as he turned around, looking for Dune, and seeing her, almost, praying, to a window?

Roger shrugged, "Suppose it won't hurt none," he muttered, as he walked through the window, leaning up against it. It took a moment for everything to register. The shadows, the shapes, slowly they came into focus, and the man let out a near silent, "Wow..."

Never had he seen anything like that. The crystal was huge. He didn't think crystals grew that big. And well, wherever the guardian was, he didn't see him. Slowly he turned from the window, walking up near Dune, and taking a spot on the railing, "Why'd that spook ya?"

"You are either talentless or dense." The woman concluded, she hadn't even started at the beginning and had simply made her conclusions known in reference to his question, how could he possibly stare into the - no, he wouldn't understand would he? Shaking her head the woman simply gazed out upon the forests and toyed with the vines between her gloved fingertips.

She supposed that the hermit was rarely startled by something he lived with continuously, he probably couldn't hear or sense it at all and yet when she approached that window she could feel the distinct whispers of the crystal and that gentle tug upon her heart - that tug she had long since forbade to come out for it would spell disaster like the last time it appeared and she could not allow that.

She had been spooked because it had come and it hadn't gone away...more importantly, she hadn't wanted it to go away like she was supposed to have. More importantly, when she had felt like that all her guards had dropped and she became vulnerable - she didn't like that!

Nevertheless, she was still completely unaware of the ghost lurking close by and consider only the two men, the crystal and herself to be the only entities present within the temple.

"Then why the peculiar movements?" She enquired drily, flicking her emerald gaze towards him. Beneath her mask her eyebrow had raised again causing her eyes to glitter with some form of amusement - given the fact that she had now recovered from the initial shock of the new visitor she was no longer being as snappy as the traditional dragon would be, "I would not say you are talentless." She began at last, pulling herself up onto the railings where she sat down and tilted her hat slightly to reflect the sun away from her eyes.

"But I would say you are tactless and lack empathy." She pointed out, shaking her head as she reflected upon his inability to understand how another would feel given the circumstances, particularly when he seemed to judge her so quickly in the past.

Paper watched the two vistors, but paid no real attention to their interactions. She was busy thinking of all the fun games they could play together. The thought struck her, how can they play when she hasn't inrtoduced herself yet? If she was going to say hello, she might as well do it now. Cause what if they got bored and left!? No, no, no, that wouldn't do at all.

Taking a deep breath.. well.. sort of... Paper slid off the rail and shuffled over to the two.

With a bit of concentration, her body slowly materialized into her corporeal state. A gray-haired child wearing large glasses and holding a ragged kitten doll now stood where before there had only been air. The little ghost-child adjusted her glasses a bit, the light glinting off them unnaturally, before putting on her friendliest smile and chirping a high-pitched:

"Hi!!"

Winter Festival Event #2:

A broken broomstick leans against the wall, a note stuck on it that says "property of the Paradise Staff; please return!"

( To redeem your prize, please quote this part of the message in the main thread, ic, and wait for khel to reply to you. )

And Roger, fainted dead away, as the dead popped into sight before him...

he was lying on his back, his mind reeling from the shock,as the voice reached out to him, "I told you..." it whispered in his mind.

"No..." he cried back, but his voice was weak, and drifting away in the darkness of his mind. The voice came out, towards the light...

His eyes opened, and the man seemed, different, somehow. He carried himself with more confidence, as he picked himself up, and looked over at the ghost child, and the woman on the rail, "Who in the blackest hells, are you?" he asked.

"Um... Didn't you just tell me that a little bit ago?" Roger said, laughing a bit, as he took a very large step away from the ghost, and Lady Dune at the same time. He didn't know what had happened, but... something was different. That little girl filled him with dread, and... something else. And Dune, well... why the hell was she speaking her name again...

Slowly the man shook his head, and stopped backtracking, as he ran into the other railing, almost tipping over it.