[color=aba000][b][h3]Elthrael Vol'Kerno[/h3][/b][/color]

[color=aba000][b]"Oh pleasure is all mine~."[/b][/color] The forest fairy had replied when Zephyrin had introduced herself. The presence of the male winter fairy so far south was an uncommon thing, but to encounter yet another one and a female at that so soon after was even more a rarity. While Elthrael had considered that they could had been servants of the lich king, it was no use dwelling on such possibilities. If they would turn out to be such later, then he would deal with it as he did most other things. Like his old mentor had taught him. He had to remain flexible and able to adapt to his surroundings. Of those in the company, the most suspicious was the male elf who kept to himself still. The female elf not as much, she was too aggressive. Or at least that's how he viewed her. It was the silent types which generally had things to hide, after all the less you speak the smaller the chance of you saying something that could arouse suspicion.

Elthrael had nodded in agreement to Bowyn's invitation to join them to eat, overall the male winter fairy was the least suspicious of the bunch, with his merlin companion sitting on him. Would the moth fairy not have had access to his plant magic, this merlin might have very well been dinner. Though it appeared as the pair was quite inseparable. The fish having been caught was not of interest to him however, after all he didn't know if they had been poisoned. To allow himself to fall prey to such a thing was out of question, to offer others a piece of food however or take some from his own grown plants was far more appealing. As they sat and ate by the campfire, the girl had begun to move closer to Bowyn. Were she feeling cold? The moth fairy allowed a very soft chuckle to exit his lips as he moved closer towards the girl as she gradually made her way over towards Bowyn.

[color=aba000][b]"Enjoying the little swimmers are you? Yet whilst such be good and all, one ought to not forget to have something sweet aswell."[/b][/color] Elthrael said in a soft tone, followed by a wink as he watched the girl eating up her fish swiftly. It didn't take him long to lift up his both hands in front of himself, twirling them in slow motions and forming a single capsule, or rather a seed inbetween two of his fingers. The moth fairy held it out towards Zephyrin to have her look at it.

[color=aba000][b]"Everything begins with a seed, yet with enough time, warmth and care it slowly begins to grow..."[/b][/color] He softly continued, as his magics began to open the seed and create a tangling vine, which began to gradually spread more vines and flowers would begin to decorate it. The moth fairy allowed the vines to dig into the ground, then the creation began to take the shape of a small tree with green apples on it. The fairy ceased his channeling momentarily, reaching out and unhinging one of the green small apples, placing it into one of his hands before resuming his magic to cause it to grow in size and colour. Becoming a very tasty looking red apple.

[color=aba000][b]"...until it reaches it's peak."[/b][/color] The moth fairy held out the red apple towards Zephyrin, while his other hand swiftly created a red rose. [color=aba000][b]"Yet like everything else, it someday will also become one with the earth again. The natural cycle of things."[/b][/color] He softly smiled and formed his mouth into a 'O' shape, blowing the rose petals from the rose, causing them to fly up into the hot air created by the campfire before raining down.

[color=aba000][b]"Yet a red rose, does not have the clarity of a pure white one. Nor the rarity, as a diamond amidst the coal or the moon in the starry sky."[/b][/color] He softly murmured as he began to regrow the top of the rose-stalk and making it into a white rose. The fairy soon after snapped the stalk and reached out to try place the rose in Zephyrin's hair.

[color=aba000][b]"Life may be sweet and juicy just like these apples, yet it may also be rotten and barren. What decides it? Your choices does. There is an old saying, that if one were to eat the gift of the gods, a gift like this one, one could someday become just like the gods themselves. Powerful, wise and all-knowing. Perhaps this is nothing but an old humantale, told to us faekind as a lullaby. Yet curious nontheless don't you think? People ought to pay more respect to fairytales overall. Especially those of the olden days..."[/b][/color] He set his golden eyes directly towards Zephyrin's ruby eyes, his smile soft and beckoning.