To Melia's horror, the large black shadow grew taller and she realized it had stood up.
'What the hex is going on?!' Melia wanted to scream, but felt fear hold her in place and keep her silent. Stretching casually the intruder what-ever-it-was groaned softly, muttering about being stiff and Melia could tell by it's voice that the unknown subject invading her room was a male. This didn't make her feel any better of course. Trying to get her now wide-awake brain to function, Melia's pink eyes darted around the room, searching for anything she could threaten him with. Sure she couldn't hope to beat a full grown man in combat but at least she could try, right? Then the man's eyes turned and locked on her and Melia felt her panic rise a notch as they examined her, thoughts of self-defense being shoved to the back burner. Mildly embarrested under the gaze of his eyes, Melia fumbled to pull the blanket up and cover her body, as she was only wearing a thin
nightgown which was slightly see through. A moment passed before his face contorted and he cracked his knuckles. Melia paled, her pink eyes growing wide as she thought that this was the end of the line; he was going to kill her. She could only watch as he stood straighter (holy crap he was tall...) and walked to her bedside. But instead of grabbing her throat to kll her, he leaned forward until his face was only a few inches from hers.
"How interesting." was all he said.
His eyes were still locked with hers and she could feel them searching through her soul. She wasn't sure how she felt about this but held her ground as any other action may anger him. That was probably the second to last thing she wanted to do.
"Such an unusual color... he stated whisfully, not taking his eyes from hers,
"I've never seen that before. You must be proud..." Melia was confused. Proud of her eyes? That was probably the last thing she was of them. But what he said next twisted a knot in her stomach.
"Such sadness though... hmmm..." His eyes fell lower to her breasts which were nearly spilling from the small nightgown, announcing their feminine presence, before they darted back up the her face. Melia could feel heat radiating from his cheeks due to their close proximity and pulled the blanket up more to cover them, equally embarressed as he cleared his throat and awkwardly blurted,
"Yes." as if reassuring himself of something. Then his eyes trailed down her long, pink tinted blonde hair which she had taken out of their usual braid bindings and let loose during the night. He picked up a lock of her long, silky hair and twirled it around his finger judgmentally before slowly letting it go, watching as it fell back to it's place by her hips and lay on the bed.
Absentmindedly, and perhapes in a meak effort to protect herself, Melia gathered her hair and put it behind her, using the hand with her newly aqquired fish ring on it to hole the covers over her body. She was uncomfortable with him examining her body, and though she loved it when people played with her hair, Melia didn't like this stranger who had invaded her bedroom to do so. Apperently done with his examination of her, the man- no, he didn't seem to be much older than her, leaned back, much to Melia's relief.
"I suppose you'll have to do... not as if I have much choice, ain't that right master?" Melia's mind jumped back to life.
'Ring Master?' Instantly her mind jumped to the box in the attic and the note that had been contained inside.
'Four spirits. No... that can't possibly...' "Well great... you don't exactly match up to me... but I should suppose I can make do with you for now," The boy continued, talking to her, but mostly talking to himself,
"until we find someone more suitable that is to take the ring from you." Suddenly, in a very gentleman like manner, he took the hand on which Melia brandished the fish ring and raised it to his mouth, kissing the top of it gently. Melia wasn't sure now what he was; a gentleman from his behavoir, or a monster like the note had implied. For the moment though, Melia thought it would be safer to treat him as a gentleman and pray that he acted as so.
"My name is Demitri Jayden Triton and I believe as long as you wear that ring I'm bound to you as a sort of servant, or whatever you would call it these days..." He didn't sound pleased and let her hand go as he spoke.
'Well, I suppose I'd better keep the ring on me then...' Melia thought, rather bitterly which was unlike her.
'No sense in getting rid of it. It might insult him and then I'd be in trouble. Besides, the note said I can't let it fall into the "wrong hands". So I guess I'll just... accept it.' Melia took her hand back slowly, almost as if she was afraid moving too quickly would somehow pev him off, which she didn't want.
"Now then may I have your name?" Demitri asked, still sounding rather irritated, looking at her with a haughty demeanor. Melia returned with her own untrusting and suspicious gaze, but slowly took a few deep breaths and the coldness was gone. If this adventure was all her whimsical nature hoped it was going to be, then there was no point starting off so unhappily.
"My name is Melia Clarissa." Melia said, sounding much braver than she actually felt. But hearing her own voice made her feel a little better. "And let me he if I can get this straight." Melia touched her temple, closing her eyes briefly before looking up at him. "So you came out of this ring, because an alchemist from who-knows-how-long-ago sealed you inside. And this alchemist gave you some kind of powers which you use to protect whoever is wearing this ring." Melia held up the ring for emphasis. It almost seemed alive with energy and was warm on her finger. By his expression it seemed she had been right so far. Melia openned her mouth again to mention the whole "don't let it fall into the wrong hands" part but decided against it and closed her mouth again. A moment of silence was held before Melia signed. "Well, I guess it's nice you meet you Demitri. Please call me Melia, or Mel, but not Mistress if you can avoid it, because it sounds sort of strange." As if this whole thing wasn't strange.
Deciding that there was no sense in trying to go to sleep now, Melia got out of bed and searched for her glasses, putting them on and then tying her hair back into a loose ponytail. "Alright then, I guess you need something to eat. I could imagine you being hungry after who-knows-how-long being stuck in here," she said, pointing at her ring. "Follow me." Then she started walking down the hall towards the kitchen. Although her sight wasn't all that great, Melia's hearing was keen and she heard voices from the kitchen. Two of them belonged to Olivia and Jen, but the other two were male. Melia took another deep breath in and out. Melia had almost forgotten; they were wearing special rings too. "Let me guess; you're not the only one to pop out of these nifty little rings are you?" Melia adressed Demitri, and her question was answered when they turned the corner into the kitchen/livingroom, being greeted by the sight of her two friends calmly making breakfast and two other boys, one weilding a dagger and the other holding a staff.
At a loss for a moment, Melia regained her composure. "Well this is an unusual sight." she commented, announcing her presence in the room, still in her nightgown and Demitri close beside her. "Good morning Olivia. G'morning Jen. I guess you've both meet your ring boys then?"