[h1][color=aba000][u]Leval Lamrue[/u][/color][/h1]
[@The One]
Exiting the area surrounded by dangerous mystical, technical, spiritual and unknown beings did quite a lot for the state of his mental well-being. He let out a large sigh relief regaining some of his composure. The spirit, Soul, followed after him and resumed the conversation Leval had started. Leval could not help but feel bad for the lost spirit. To have been gone for so long you lost all memory of your identity sounded like one of the worst fates Leval had heard of. He shivered still, as Soul circled around his head still spreading an icy chill in the air.

[color=aba000]”I’m sorry Soul, that sounds like a difficult situation to say the least. There do seem to be quite a few different ability users here though. Maybe one of them has an ability to help you regain your lost memories? If that is what you want anyway.”[/color]

Leval noticed a girl, younger than Rose even, standing by herself and caught #the last few words her lizard had spoken. Any other day a talking lizard would have seen like quite an amazing thing. Today though, while chatting with a ghost? Not so much. Leval frowned in annoyance at the lizard. Wanting to comfort the girl but not interrupt Soul in what was probably not an easy conversation for the creature to have, Leval sent out a few strands of illusion magic out through the bottom of his staff. The invisible lines of mana snake over to her before taking shape. In front of Leval’s eyes a red carpet would roll in front of Shelas feet from a distance and not too quickly lest he frighten the anxious looking girl. At the other end from Shela was a small doorway not large enough for even Shela. The door opened and four stuffed beaver toys came out each looking almost exactly like the one she held except for one distinctive difference on each and they were movingg on their own. One had a purple bow on its head, another a different eye color, the third had a tiny backback, and the last one had a small lizard toy in it hand.

The toys began to somersault in unison, moving forward and then hopping up and raising their cute, stubby arms in the air in something akin to celebration. Then, they climbed atop each other to form a tower of four, the top one jumping off and flipping in the air, sticking the landing. The stuffed beaver toy illusion continued to do adorable feats of acrobatics. Their faces did not change, but their bodies were expressive. They seemed to be having a fun time. Leval hoped the antics would help to set the girl more at ease.