[Carnëiach]

The wind sprite floated through the forest. The basket was being floated with great effort by one finger of air. *If this continues Im going to have to go corporeal and man i hate that.*
She had no idea how anyone had found her home; how would anyone know exactly which part of a certain tree she happened to be residing on which particular night? She was going to be sure to do one of two things; Congratulate him for finding it, or kill him for taking away the mystery of her existence...she wasnt sure which...
The sounds of a party carried along her silvery form and pleased she rushed forward, ignoring the gapes of astonishment at seeing a floating basket. The life energies of the being flitted all around. She saw one of indetermite form and drifted towards him. The wraith sat at the bar, seeming rather depressed.
"Good day sprite."
The wight greeted the elemental as if she was a land crawler! This must be the one who had left the basket with her. He didnt seem at all menacing though, especially for a wight...
*Good day, sir wight. I-* She started the introduce herself but then realised that the wight was squinting at the air on his opposite side. She laughed, like a summer breeze and his head shot around to that side again. She switched sides and gently tickled his ear. Once more he turned sharply, with a look of frustration on his face. The sprite went to his other side and allowed her corporeal form, which was like that of an elf, shimmer out of the air.
"Sorry my dear wight. I couldnt resist. Especially as you found where I live and yet are unable to see me!" She found it impossible to be angry at the slightly bumbling wight. He turned swiftly to face her again and jerked slightly as he saw the beautiful young woman who sat there.
"Are you...you werent there before..I-" He stopped and took a breath, although it wasnt of course nessesary. "Youre an elemental arent you?"
"A wind sprite, yes. And you are..."
"Im a...wait a minute, how come you havent fainted yet?"
"Well I seem to have caused enough faintings of my own when people saw a basket flying through the air."
The young (well, he looked young anyway) smiled and seemed on the vereg of giving a small laugh. How can I be mad at him? Hes very sweet and obviously not much more at home in that form that I am in this...although those are fantastic clothes...excluding the cat hair...
She smiled back at him, pouring herself a drink. Soon they fell into easy conversation...