"I'm learning Klingon...Or trying to, anyway," she answered, looking slightly embarassed, "I don't really have anything else to do with myself just at the moment... I guess I'm still getting used to everything." "That's why I'm here," Grayson replied, I wanted to see how you're adjusting." "I'm doing pretty well. Learning new tricks... Oh!" Revena abruptly stopped braiding the air, and her hair fell out of its plait to drop straight towards the ground behind her. She snapped her fingers and a bright red rose appeared in her hand. "See?" Revena said, clearly pleased with herself, holding the rose out to Grayson. "I'm learning all sorts of new things..."
"Its missing something," Grayson said, taking the rose. He looked at the flower and, as he held it in his hand, its color slowly began to change from red to the strange, faintly luminescent shade of blue that Revena's skin had become when she was changed into an immortal. Revena reached for it, but Grayson held up his other hand, forestalling her.
"Wait," he said, and the rose seemed to blur and shift. It seemed to split in two, and then into four, and soon Grayson held a bouquet of twelve of the strange blue roses. "How did you...?" Revena asked, reaching for the bouquet that Grayson held out towards her. Just before she touched the flowers, they dissapeared with a small flash of white light. "That's for me to know," Grayson said, with a smirk, "and you to find out."
"Don't worry," Revena said angrily, turning away from Grayson to put away her book on the nearly-empty shelf against the far wall. "I -will- find out." As she turned again to face him, her hair whipped around behind her and arranged itself into a businesslike bun at the base of her neck. "I imagine you have something pressing to do...?" Revena continued, arching her eyebrow. Grayson smirked slightly. "Forgive me, Revena. I meant no offense," he said, "here... Perhaps a gift will assuage your temper?" With this, he pulled a bottle of bloodwine from out of the air, followed shortly by two glasses. He gave her a significant look, wondering whether or not to pour the wine.
Revena sighed heavily, dropping into her chair and putting her head in her hands. "I'm sorry, Gray... Please, have a seat. I don't know why I'm being so.... I don't know. Everything is just very confusing right now." With a gesture, Grayson created a comfortable wingback chair for himself. He sat, and poured the wine, handing Revena a glass. They sipped in silence for a moment, each lost in their own thoughts.
"I guess I am still getting used to everything," Revena said, abruptly breaking the silence, "my whole existence is suddenly completely different. I can do things.... I can comprehend things that were completely beyond me before. I don't even know for sure if I'm the same person." "Of course you are," Grayson replied, displaying uncharacteristic tact. "LOOK at me, Gray!" Revena said, her voice rising, gesturing at herself, "I'm BLUE!" As if in reponse to her agitation, her skin began to glow, giving off a noticeable light. "Oh, Hell..." Revena muttered, "now I'm glowing again... Last night I couldn't even sleep." "Rev..." Grayson replied, taking one of her hands and patting it, awkwardly, "you don't -need- to sleep..." "I know..." Revena answered, sounding miserable. She squeezed his hand a little, tentatively. "Thank you for... Well, for everything, Gray. I guess I'd better get back to work... I have to put my office in order."
Nodding in understanding, Grayson began to create a portal to take him back to his own office. "Revena, you'll be fine," he said, "it takes time to adjust. I'll check in on you again later this week." With that, he stepped into the blue vortex and was gone.