Elina climbed up the flights of stairs without much thought her body and mind now adjusted to the long ascension. Besides she had much more pressing matters to focus on like the fact that Neto would obviously be no help to her strange power.
She noticed a small wisp in the shape of a frog climb up her leg as she reached the final floor. With the utmost care and focus she cupped her hand and grabbed it before purposely losing her focus. The wisp floated through her hand and dropped onto the floor, hoping away in defeat.
That was another thing Neto could never explain, how she could touch the wisp and then suddenly not touch them at all. He had once said that humans can't touch the creatures at all but Irises were the only beings in the whole world who could kill and touch the wisp. This left Elina with a hypothesis to just what she was. Either she was a wisp herself, an iris, or some form of an hybrid between the two.
She took a deep breath now on the final floor. She looked up to the skylight above that showed the rose pink sky that began to turn 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 and 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 and remained 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 sighed unlocking her apartment door. The apartment that was in fact given to her because of Neto who claimed he needed to keep her within a 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 strode across the creaking floorboards as she took off her glasses. In the dim light she could see the empty house except for the sofa in her living room across from the front door and the kitchen counter right next to the entry way. She slowly placed her glasses on the counter before passing the couch to her bedroom that was the first door on her right. She entered the dim room that had one queen sized bed and threw herself onto the soft comforters. Items that were also provided to her on her eighteenth birthday, nearly four years ago. just days after she left her home and nearly had to live on the streets.
She took a deep breath and looked to the ceiling.
Although Neto was hard to deal with at times and took her worries as jokes, he had 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 guardian angel 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.
She took another deep breath and closed her eyes, drifting to weightless sleep.
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