She remained oblivious to the ire she nearly invoked, looking up at him with awe and wonder. He was certainly the strangest looking elf she had seen!

"You're an elf too? But you look..." She stalled as she tried to think of a way to describe how he looked, "you look like someone took a dragon, and a sheep, and an elf, and a rabbit then squished them all together and painted you purple. A very pretty purple though, I like it." Because she didn't want him to feel insecure for being purple or anything.

"Oh! Right! Magic! Stay on task Merrill." She took a deep breath to prep herself for speaking of the loathed blood magic of her world, "Well, I learned it from a demon- spirit. A spirit. It taught me how to purify an artifact from our past. I only use my blood, but there are other mages..."

She hangs her head and the further she spoke on it, the more quiet her tone became. She knew what her magic had the potential to do, but explaining it felt as though she were fueling the beliefs that it was all evil magic used by evil people, "Other mages use it to manipulate the blood of others. You can control them, change them, summon demons, and not all blood mages use their own blood... it is forbidden in most places."