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Ærosylle
Ærosylle cocked her head and chewed her lip thoughtfully. "I didn't aquire the gift, sir elf. I have always had it. You have it too."
He frowned at her thoughtfully and said, "I do not understand."
She smiled at him, plopped herself onto the floor, crossed her legs, and said, "Sometimes they decide not to talk to you. Some time ago I made them angry and they decided to ignore me for quite a while. They only just started talking to me again. I have to be very careful to keep on their good side, or else they will stop again."
She swallowed and scratched her cheek. "It gets lonely without them."
The elf eased himself to the floor and asked, "But are you the only one who can hear them?"
She smiled softly at him, her blue eyes slightly glazed. "They speak to whom they choose. If they speak to you and you do not hear them, it is no fault of their own that you did not reply."
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