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Idhren sat down abruptly on one of the couches, arms splayed out to her side in an attempt to keep her body upright. "You were messing about again, weren't you?" the elf said accusingly, although an observer would have noticed there was no one else around.

My apologies, Tilion replied, sounding a bit uncomfortable. I find I move more naturally when you're not watching. The god paused for a moment, amused. Not being under the watchful gaze of a teacher, I suppose. Idhren let out a short, gaspy sort of laugh.

"Some habits never fade," she said whimsically, content to rest here, oddly at peace with her surroundings. Normally the woman spent as little time downstairs as possible, although Tilion was a fair bit more brave and had been venturing out while Idhren slept, but lately she'd become more accepting of the situation and the pair had been spending extended amounts of time, especially after finding food. Idhren had actually been on her way to do just that when her strength played itself out and counted herself fortunate that there had been a nearby couch to land on.

Tilion's attention wandered briefly away from Idhren, and his mental prescence perked up a bit, causing his host to look about worriedly. "Something wrong?" she asked in a low voice.

No, nothing wrong. Just felt someone that I feel I should know, he responded absently, worrying at the sensation in the back of his head.

"Mmm," was Idhren's only reply to him, although she swung her head towards the staircase when Crispin spoke. "Ah, hello," the elf said, swinging an arm up to wave back. "Come on down, the weather's fine?" she said, uncertain as to the meaning of the joke she'd picked up from a more recent book in the library. Tilion snorted in the back of her head, quickly quieting down as he waited for the other to draw closer, wanting to indentify who it was that felt so hauntingly familiar.

Idhren blinked in surprise at the question, then began laughing helplessly, letting her other arm fold, thus allowing herself to fall backwards. Excepting the first person she'd met upon arriving here, no one else had reacted with anything other than acceptance, which had led Idhren to believe that elves weren't an uncommon sight. "Forgive me Crispin," she said after a moment, sitting up again. "I don't think I can explain my laughter, so I'll just answer your question instead. Yes, I am an elf," Idhren said, slipping part of her hair behind an ear to fully reveal it. "My name is Idhren. You've never seen an elf before?"

Obviously not, Tilion remarked dryly, amused as well.

"I haven't seen a vampire or dragon yet, but I think I've seen a pard," Idhren said, tapping her chin with a finger. "And thank you, I think?"

At the introduction, Tilion came to sharp attention, pushing a bit at Idhren's consciousness. No, thank you, you've done enough. Perhaps later you can come out and play, his host said firmly.

Then give Shaiming my greetings, Tilion instructed, sounding slightly petulant, which caused a brief smile to curve over Idhren's face.

"Greetings to thee, Shaiming, from Tilion, Chariot of the Darkened Skies," the woman intoned, equally as formal as Crispin had been. "That's the Moon, by the way," she added with a lopsided grin and a whimsical tone.

And where did you pull that from?

Give me some credit, please. I didn't spend most of my life teaching History of the Gods for nothing.

"It wouldn't surprise me at all if they did know each other," Idhren replied, folding her hands in her lap. "And here I'd just told him to wait his turn," she continued, frowning slightly. She wasn't sure Tilion was up to this quite yet; he had just been doing something earlier with her body.

I'll be fine if I stay seated, Tilion reassured his host, teasing his way back into control.

Oh fine, she grumped at him, fading back and becoming an observer in her own body.

"It is good to see you, even in such a state as this," Tilion said once his control was firmer. "It...reassures me to know that you have returned." A faintly bitter tone there, as if the Lunar god disapproved of something in the current circumstances.

"I find mine useful enough," Tilion replied dryly. "She knows her way around a library far better than I will ever know, and that is quite convenient right now." The elf's features looked momentarily thoughtful. "Yours seems well suited, however." Raising an arm to hold it out in front of himself, Tilion eyed the appendage somewhat critically. "Although I suppose we all choose those best suited for us." He let the arm fall back down, resting the hand in his lap.

"How have you fared, here in this world we find ourselves in?" Before Shaiming could offer a reply, the elfin figure bent itself double, as if in great pain.

"My apologies. I think our last meal was beyond the realm of edible," the god gasped out, quickly allowing Idhren control of her body once more in order to beat a hasty retreat back upstairs.

"I hope we meet again," she called over her shoulder, speaking for both souls within the body.