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"Pretty." Kul said in agreement, before continuing, "But fleeting. Have you ever pondered on why all things of beauty are short lived?" He asked turning the flower around in his hand. Krell, of course, did not move from his position, but he had no personality, no life, no... true feelings, so it would have surprised more if Krell had responded then the fact that he did not. "Perhaps the Gods simply despise things that compete with them." Kul said before turning to his, would it be guest?

She looked like an elf, and if someone looked like an elf, said a flower was pretty, and was in the woods when most girls her age would have been playing on their... what did they call them? Yes, phones, then she was an indeed an elf. "Maybe if it lived too long, we would no longer appreciate its beauty. What do you think?" He asked, it had been a few years since he had conversation. His visitors were far and few in between, and he did not venture into the town often sending Krell in his place to get things for the cabin and more books with which to occupy his time.