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Eila listened to the young man's talk of claws and presences and vanishments with minor amusement. He seemed unsure of what it was that he saw, and despite his distress, it relaxed her a touch. He was sincere in his concern, at least, his tone reminding her much of a few of her classmates back at the Academy. He must have been young, perhaps fifteen or sixteen summers, if at that. And yet here he was, alone! And going to the Bounty House, if she took his words at face value. She supposed the state of the world must be worse than she initially assumed if children had to take to mercenary houses for work.

He then asked her about Genesians. [color=palegreen]"What is--"[/color] Eila outright stopped in her tracks as the realization hit her, and she looked back down at the young man in complete surprise. [color=palegreen]"You aren't aware of your type of magic?"[/color] She couldn't help her incredulous tone at all. Her manners teacher would be mortified. Then again, her other teachers would be, too, seeing a Genesian display his magic so casually without understanding.

Pursing her lips for a moment, she thought to herself as she slowly resumed her walk. Aetherborn came wherever the wind blew, so to speak, so it wouldn't be so strange to hear one not entirely aware of what type they could be. In fact, this was a prime teaching moment. The Empress must have seen their paths cross for this very reason.

Nodding to herself, Eila finally gave the lad her full attention. [color=palegreen]"I have studied aether and magic for a majority of my life, you see. I am quite adept at recognizing all forms,"[/color] She explained. [color=palegreen]"Genesian Aetherbon infuse their own aether into either objects or into their creations. Unless your creature has your aether infused through the corpse of an animal, I believe it to be a creation of yours."[/color] 

[color=palegreen]"As for your creature...I cannot say. I believe the tracks in the road belong to wagons and a very large orc, perhaps,"[/color] She guessed, though she thought of something. She walked in front of him and bent down a touch so that they were eye-to-eye. [color=palegreen]"It isn't polite to assume people are monsters, young man. Remember, Iriganis is always watching, his hammer ready to strike after he sees your sins."[/color]

Straightening up, she figured they were overdue for introductions. [color=palegreen]"Forgive my manners, I have yet to introduce myself. I am Eila Aurelios. And you are?"[/color]

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