[color=8882be][b][h3]Zelginn[/h3][/b][/color]

[i][color=fff79a]Time: Noon
Location: Den of sin
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Zelginn tilted his head to the side slightly as he inspected Azriel, his eyes blinking quickly as he listened to her speak. Looked also like she had some questions in store for him. [b][color=8882be]"Torture? Oh, you are a really, really bad woman aren't you?"[/color][/b] He said with a gasp, placing both his clawed hands by his mouth before lowering them again. [b][color=8882be]"You are awful. You have to be nice to a child? Right?"[/color][/b]

[b][color=8882be]"Xeney, O'Ner and Jack? Not sure if I can remember all these names you know, I can get abit forgetful at times. Maybe it's an age thing."[/color][/b] He gave an awkward smile as he scratched his own neck. [b][color=8882be]"Oh food.. that reminds me I got to go get some of that soon. I'm basically starving. Maybe that dark elf from before will be there to give me some food."[/color][/b] Zelginn reached his small hands down to his belly and rubbed it in a circular manner. [b][color=8882be]"Umber does seem like he has lots of fun doesn't he?"[/color][/b] He said in a giggling manner, his ears perking up as he heard Azriel refer to him as a little demon. What a curious way to refer to him, thankfully his pride wouldn't let that stop him.

[b][color=8882be]"There are those who are born from elves, and there are those who are born from fairies. Then there be us, who come from something else."[/color][/b] The small figure said with a smug look on his face as he crossed his legs on the table, sitting down as if preparing to stay for awhile.

[b][color=8882be]"Know about me? I'm just a lost child, I've been lost for a very, very long time. How old I am? Hmm.. There are things that get born now, there has been things born years ago... like mister Umber."[/color][/b] He said in a pondersome voice, tapping his chin with a finger before placing both his clawed hands down and leaning forwards slightly, close to one of the candles on the table, before continuing. [b][color=8882be]"...and theres things that has always been."[/color][/b] Zelginn said, poking the candle right in front of him on the table, until it tipped over and began to roll along the table, it's flame still lit. The small figure reached out to catch it, before it would have rolled off the edge of the table.

[b][color=8882be]"Oh that was close. Candles can be fun. But best not let them burn too much. If everything goes up in flames there will be no more fun right? Mother really hates fun stuff. Oh oh, I know. How about a riddle?"[/color][/b] He said in a cheery tone, putting the candle back into it's holder on the table and stared right into Azriel's eyes.

[b][color=8882be]"I am always there, my presence sometimes heard. I can be void for some time, I can be full for some time. But cannot stay in either state. I am a lurker and you should know me. If you want nothing to do with me, you will most surely be dead. What am I?"[/color][/b] Zelginn smiled widely, eagerly awaiting the reply. His tail would wiggle slightly from side to side, in a slow rhytmic manner. Like a cat playing with a mouse.