Elina climbs up the flights of stairs without much thought, her body and mind now adjusted to the long ascension. Besides she has much more pressing matters to focus on like the fact that Neto was obviously no help to her strange power and quite frankly she should stop interacting with him. It feels more and more like he's beginning to use her for his own gain which she had no idea about. It was annoting her but there was almost no way to escape his weary eyes for as long as she had the choker. 

She notices a small inky wisp in the shape of a frog climb up her leg as she reaches the final floor. With the utmost care she cups her hand and grabs it before purposely losing her focus. The wisp floats through her hand and drops onto the floor, hoping away in defeat. 

This was another thing Neto could never explain,  just how was she able to touch the wisp then suddenly not touch them at all. He had once said that humans could not touch the creatures at all but Irises could and they were the only beings in the whole universe who could kill and touch the wisps. This left Elina with a hypothesis to just what she is. Either she was a wisp herself, an iris, or some form of an hybrid between the two and her mother wasn't who she had claimed to be or her father who her mother never spoke of was not human in the least.  

She draws in a deep breath now on the final floor. She looks up to the skylight above that reveals a rose pink sky  beginning to turn the lobby down below to darker shades as day fell to night. 

After going to the cafe to meet Neto she spent the remainder of the day at the library looking up folk lore of beings who controlled the spirit world in books and online. The closest relation she could find was In Native American and Eastern European shamanism, they attach to people either to live through them, or to whip up the emotions so they can feed off them. 

Although Neto most definitely made her angry as well as impatient at times it seemed as though he didn't do it out of necessity but out of amusement. In fact it was the wisp that fed off human emotions. Well to be more exact they appeared from harbored human emotions remaining attached to their creators until they disappeared, latched onto someone else or until they killed their creators and went without any host. In other words they were parasites. 

Elina sighs unlocking her apartment door. The apartment that was in fact given to her because of Neto who claimed he needed to keep her within an accessible safe place until he knew certain of just what she was, but as time went on she had come to the creeping realization that she was on the bottom of Neto's list of important things to take care of. Where he got the money from, she had no idea but nevertheless she was grateful for the home. 

She strides across the creaking floorboards as she takes off her glasses. In the dim light she can see the house's lonely furniture, the sofa in her living room across from the front door and the kitchen counter right next to the entry way. She slowly places her glasses on the counter before passing the couch to her bedroom that is the first door on her right. She enters the dim room that has one queen sized bed and throws herself onto the soft comforters. Items that were also provided to her on her eighteenth birthday, nearly four years ago, just days after she was kicked out and nearly had to live on the streets. 

She sucks a deep breath and looks up to the ceiling. 

Although Neto was hard to deal with at times he still provided for her items she needed to live and sometimes even gave her extra, like a queen size bed instead of a twin. She had no right to criticize him and belittle his efforts every time he came around. He had spoiled her and even acted as a support in someways. But it didn't change the fact that he took her worries as some twisted joke or at least he acted like they were. Not to mention these were all gifts not things she asked for so in reality she owed him nothing.

She takes another deep breath and closes her eyes, drifting to weightless sleep.