[center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/181205/c7cf20dae40f22b5021b3131d6ad097d.png[/img][/center][hr]Ar´oa tensed at Mirithal´s words. He was starting to understand how she saw the world, but found it concerning how easily she was able to detect his emotions, or in her words, his "colors". Someone like her would be a powerful ally against wasteland spirits, no doubt. 

Another resident joined their conversation, one Ar´oa had yet to acquaint himself with. The unique combination of features that her physical appearance flaunted seemed odd to him. It was as if his own features were placed on top of a regular human, leaving him with an odd feeling that he couldn't quite describe. 

[color=d4d691]"He won´t talk about it? What do you mean?"[/color] Ar´oa asked. He realized he hadn´t introduced himself as soon as the words escaped his mouth, but she hadn´t either, so he didn´t worry about the possibility of disrespecting her. Her body language alone made it clear she wasn´t the strict sort of person who would take offense to that. 

If there was a mysterious spirit hidden from even the residents of the Sanctuary, then it was no doubt powerful. Would a being like that be able to help him? For the time being, he´d refrain from speaking about this in front of R and any of his sentinels. It was tempting to bring it up to the owner of the Sanctuary himself, but he'd most likely be brushed off or be seen as someone looking to cause trouble.