[i]"He is more similar to you then you think."[/i]

Alula hadn't noticed the gentle tugging on the end of her robe. She rarely noticed anything. She had grown used to the voice in her head, often telling her things she didn't immediately understand. Even with the gnome gripping onto her clothes she continued to walk, and only stopped when she realized the fabric that flowed behind her was now pulled taut. Alula stopped in her tracks, standing ridged. Someone had grabbed ahold of her robes, someone was pulling on her robes. Her eyes stared straight ahead, obscured from view by the brim of her hat. Unfortunately for the gnome, he was short enough to see under her hat as she whipped around, yanking her robes from the gnomes hands. 

There was a glow to her eyes, but she didn't look particularly angry. Nervous perhaps?

Suddenly her mouth opened, and words poured out that didn't belong to her. "Kept to light the fires, and yet the fire inside never died. Dims, but never dies." She blinked several times, glowing eyes replaced with hazy and distant ones. She took a step away from the gnome, pulling the rim of her hat over her eyes.

"My...robe...wouldn't fit you." She spoke slowly, her words slurring together.