The Writer's Café

Irin had known about GlooMi's Magical ability for awhile, but didn't know what race she was. "If...if you don't mind...what are you?" She hadn't meant to phrase it exactly like that, but she wasn't thinking straight.
 
"Lady," GlooMi replied quietly, "I'm sorry to say that you are completely, 100% human. You could have the potential for small magics but..." GlooMi sighed sadly
 
" As for your question Irin," GlooMi let out a bitter laugh as she formed the next part of her sentance, " I can tell you I'm definitely not an elf."
 
"Elves are creatures of light. They are the heroes, the good guys and therefore are bound by rules. Rules of petty morality. My kind..." GlooMi paused to utter a quiet laugh, " well lets just say we aren't usually the heroes of these tales."
 
"Dang!" Lady whispers to herself, "Uh, just that you know, Im uh, really happy to be here!" Lady says with false cheer. "And that an evil spirit thingy takes over my life when I sleep." Lady says quickly.
 
"Oh I know THAT!" GlooMi exclaimed with a snort. "She happens to be Master's friend's daughter. I've heard you make an excellent host." She finished with a shrug.
 
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