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Here's chapter fourteen~

I woke to the most adorable sight I'd ever seen – Godric sleeping. His arms were still coiled around my waist, but they were slightly looser than they had been last night. His pale face was facing towards mine, and a look of pure relaxation was printed across his sleeping features. His lips were pulled upwards slightly, and I almost cooed out loud. He was smiling in his sleep!

His chest was completely bare, so his muscled abs were in full view. Jeez, Godric had a six-pack! I tenderly touched his abs, tracing over the muscles in fascination. His skin quivered slightly under my touch, and I giggled when I felt his grip tighten unconsciously. "Rosalie…" He whispered suddenly, and I giggled again. Was Godric…dreaming of me?

Luckily, Godric was still wearing his brown pants. I didn't think Jason would be too pleased if he found out I slept in a bed with a naked vampire. I yawned, and pecked my sleeping vampire on the lips before carefully crawling out of his embrace. I was cautious not to move the thick, sun-proof blinds. I could tell it was a very sunny day today – the room felt sticky and hot – and I didn't feel like coming back to fried vampire.

I frowned when I realised I still didn't have any clothes to wear. The only piece I had in Dallas was Jason's long black shirt, and I was wearing that as a nightie. I had to find Sookie – she was bound to have something for me to borrow. I wasn't a big fan of dresses and whatnot, but I couldn't walk around scantily clad in my "nightgown".

I tiptoed past Eric's room, but quickly peeked in before heading out. I stifled another loud laugh when I saw the whole top half of his body hanging out of his bed. His blonde hair was mussed crazily, and was hanging like a curtain over his head. I noted to myself how he snored softly. Godric didn't even make a sound – apart from him muttering my name in his sleep – he was as quiet as a mouse.

I walked out of the room, softly clicking the door behind me. I'd see Godric and Eric when they woke up – which would probably be late afternoon for Godric, seeing as he was older and stronger, and early evening for Eric.

I padded down the long hallway towards Sookie and Bill's room. Hopefully, Sook would be awake – if she was asleep, I'd leave it. I mean, I didn't want to wake her up if she was asleep just to borrow some clothes. I'd feel really guilty if I did that.

I continued to walk down the carpeted hallway, passing lots of rooms on my way. It occurred to me suddenly, that the hotel must have been divided somehow. One side for vampires, the other for humans. I mean, Sookie and Bill's room was pretty close to mine, Eric's and Godric's, but Jase's was all the way on the other side of the Hotel Carmilla. Plus, this side of the hotel was a lot darker than the human side in daytimes – for obvious reasons, of course.

I supposed that meant that the hallways on this side would be pretty quiet. All the vampires were asleep, obviously. I made my way to Sookie's room, and knocked gently on the door, hoping I wouldn't wake up Bill. Godric told me that vampires got something called the "bleeds" if they didn't get enough sleep. Apparently, they would bleed out the ears and nose, and would die of blood loss if they didn't rest eventually. And I didn't particularly want to inflict that upon Bill.

When nobody answered, I decided to try and get in myself. Of course, this was an expensive hotel, with high-tech lock systems and whatnot. So breaking in wouldn't be easy – but, come on. I was Rosalie Stackhouse. I could do this. I just needed a bobby pin or two. No biggie.

However, when I touched the cool metal of the lock, something happened that I didn't expect. A jolt – kind of like an electric shock – buzzed through my fingers as I touched it, and I whipped my hand away, hissing in pain. "What the hell?" I muttered to the door. "Are these locks electric, or something?"

But when I looked down at my hand, I noticed something eerily familiar. I recognised it from last night – a shimmering, purple coating was wrapped around my fingers again. I furrowed my brow in confusion, and placed my hand against the lock. Suddenly, I heard the distinct sound of a sharp click, and the door creaked open.

I could only stare in shock, my mouth hanging open like a guppy's. Had I just unlocked it…with that weird power again? Now I was beyond curious: what was this power? I could send vampires flying with it and unlock supposedly high-tech locks. Was there more to it? None of this had happened with Sookie – sure, she had her awesome mind-reading skills, but this… I stared down at my shimmering, violet hands in exasperation.

What was this strange power?

"You should not worry over it, Nys," A deep voice said from behind me. I jumped nearly a foot in the air, and spun round. Standing in the middle of the hallway, was a tall, lean boy, around my age. He had straight, raven-black hair, dark eyes, and fair skin. But the most prominent thing about his features, were his pointy ears. I noticed a couple of rings in his right ear, and I had to admit it looked kind of cool. He was dressed in sparkling white robes, which, surprisingly, didn't make him look girly. "You should embrace the Adofaer, not fear it."

"Umm, who are you?" I asked. "Are you some kind of vampire?"

The boy laughed – a deep, tinkling laugh that sounded like bells. "Oh, ho, I'm no Nightwalker, Nys," He chuckled. I raised an eyebrow. Nightwalker? Was that another term for vampire? It was interesting term – I'd have to inform Godric on it.

"What's an "Adofaer"?" I asked the boy, who was giving me a bright smile that seemed to sparkle like magic. His smile widened, and he stepped towards me gracefully. Surprisingly, I didn't feel afraid of this strange boy – so I let him come close.

The boy laid a gentle hand on my shoulder. His dark eyes stared deep into mine. "It's your peaceful magic," He answered, and I scoffed.

"Magic? There's no such thing," I retorted smartly. He grinned, his eyes sparkling.

"Quite the contrary, Nys," He said, "Magic is quite real. It lives inside you – it is a part of you. In fact, it's what makes you. You just have not fully embraced it yet. When you do embrace it, well…you'll finally come back to us."

"Come back to who?" I asked, looking around the empty hallway. The boy laughed again.

"You cannot see us, not yet, at least," He sighed, placing a warm hand on my messy locks. "But I look forward to the day when you do, little Nys," He finished happily, before bursting away in a cloud of purple dust.

I looked at the rapidly vanishing dust, until it completely disappeared. Had I just imagined that? No – no of course not. Some crazy dude with pointy ears had just told me all this mumbo-jumbo and disappeared in the cloud of magical dust. Of course I wasn't crazy! (Note the sarcasm). It looked like that bomb explosion had permanently knocked a few of working brain cells. I swear, my mind was cooking up crazy hallucinations – or maybe I was schizophrenic. Looks like the great Rosalie Stackhouse had finally cracked. I really was bloody crazy.

"Rose?" A tired voice asked me suddenly, and I had half a mind to think it was my imaginary, pointy-eared hallucination – but luckily, it was just a very weary Sookie, hunching over in the darkness of the hotel room door. "How did you open my door?"

I almost blurted out everything: my weird power similar to her telepathic one, and my strange illusion – but I held my tongue. Why? I had no flipping clue. Usually, I told Sook everything, but something was nagging at my brain, telling me to keep it a secret for now. So, I did what I did best. I lied.

"Hah, you know," I laughed quietly, "I just used the old bobby-pin trick," I lied, and she fell for it. I felt like I'd just sold my soul to the devil. I completely deceived her – I wasn't telling Sook the truth. But what could I do? I couldn't tell her. Not yet, at least.

"I'm guessing you're here for some clothes?" Sookie inquired, eyeing the very revealing attire I was wearing with distaste. Well, who could blame her? My long, pale legs were on display for the entire world to see. And there was only a diminutive amount of cloth covering my lady parts. I wouldn't have been surprised if somebody walking by thought I was some kind of slut.

"Yeah," I replied, stepping into the dark room. It was refreshingly cool in her room, and I made a mental note to myself to work out how to work the air conditioning in mine. Sookie nodded, and padded over to her bedroom, me hot on her heels.

As I strided into her bedroom, I noticed Bill all tucked in and snugly, sleeping like a baby. I grinned, almost laughing at how the so-called "tough" Bill Compton was looking so vulnerable right now. I looked over at Sookie's side, however, and frowned worriedly. Her sheets were tossed about violently, some hanging off the end of the bed, and pooling in heaps on the carpeted floor. Had Sook had a nightmare?

"Did you have a nightmare, Sook?" I asked her gently, as she looked through her wardrobe, squinting in the dimness.

Sookie sighed, and her shoulders slumped. "You could say that," She breathed. I raised an eyebrow.

"What do you mean?" I asked her, curious. Sookie stiffened, and turned to eye me.

"Rose…it was one of those vampire-blood induced dreams," Sookie admitted, and I shrugged.

"So? It was about Bill, right?" I said nonchalantly. "What does it matter? He's your boyfriend." Sookie shook her head, her curled blonde hair bobbing erratically.

"N-no, you don't understand, Rose," She whispered, her voice cracking a little. My features softened, and I padded up to her, bringing her into a big hug.

"What don't I understand?" I asked, as she hugged me back tightly.

"E-Eric," She sobbed quietly, and my ears perked up in interest. What did Eric do this time to my big sister? "B-before we left the nest, h-he tricked me into drinking his blood." My insides froze at this. Sookie drunk blondie's blood? That could only mean one thing: she was having…those kinds of dreams about Eric, not Bill. Now I understood why she was upset. She probably felt like she was cheating on him, or something. I mean, I know I would.

"Hey, shh. Don't cry, Sook," I whispered gently, "It'll wear off. All blood bonds do eventually," I said, hugging her tight. Sookie sniffed, and calmed down a bit.

"What about your blood bond?" She asked, "Do you have those dirty dreams about Godric?"

I laughed quietly. "I can't say I have. Although I'm sure he'd be all smug if I did." Sookie scrunched up her nose in disgust, and we both giggled. Sookie moved out of my embrace to reach for a pair of denim jeans and a black, strappy top she'd found for me.

"Here," She said warmly, handing me the clothing. "I know you don't like dresses, so you can wear these," She said, and I smiled brightly at her.

"Thanks a bunch, Sook," I sighed happily, as Sookie also handed me a pair of brown flip-flops. I hugged her one more time, before moving towards the door. "I'll see you downstairs for breakfast in a bit," I called to her quietly, and she nodded.

After having a quick shower, and changing into my new clothes, I hurried down towards the breakfast bar. Everything seemed to be easier to find on the human side – the directions were clearer. On the vampire side, there weren't many directions, probably because they could hear or smell their way around, as creepy as that sounded.

I walked at a leisurely pace towards the breakfast bar, my flip-flops clacking noisily as I went. Eventually, I caught sight of a tuft of messy blonde hair, and I grinned. "Jason," I greeted, and he turned around from the cereal stand to look at me.

He smiled brightly. "Good morning, Rose," Jason greeted back, ruffling my hair as I approached him. "How was your…sleep?" He said, his face eerily stoic. I gulped nervously, shifting on my flip-flopped feet.

"Haha, you know, just the usual," I replied, and Jason raised a skeptical eyebrow. "Slept like a baby," I said, opting not to tell him how Godric had stroked my hair until I fell into slumber.

"What did he do to you?" He asked suddenly, his face darkening. My own face grew weary.

"Nothing, Jason. Godric didn't do anything," I assured him. "He wouldn't, not without my permission," I said, although I wasn't entirely sure that was true. Jason sighed, and turned back around. I grabbed a blue tray, and reached out to grab a bowl and silver spoon.

"Do you really love him?" Jason asked me suddenly, and I froze. I turned my head slowly, to meet his oceanic orbs. Jason looked pretty serious. "Answer me, Rose. Do you truly love Godric?"

I nodded, my face as serious as his. "More than anything, Jase," I answered, and Jason sighed again, his shoulders slumping. I frowned. "I just don't understand why you can't accept that."

Jason's blue eyes flickered to mine for a second, before moving back towards his tray of food. "I guess…well, it's because…" He faltered, hesitating. "You're my little sister, Rose. You're growing up too fast," He turned his full body around to face me. "Stop growing!" He pleaded.

I giggled, patting him on his tanned arm. "I can't stop growing, silly," I laughed, turning around to pour a bowl of Coco Pops. "I'm going to be seventeen next year," I reminded Jason, who pouted.

"It seems only yesterday that you were in your pink little dungarees, sitting in my lap," He sighed, and I shot him a look of pure disgust.

"You made me wear pink?" I gave him an incredulous look. Jason laughed loudly, and I joined in.

"What are y'all laughing about now?" I heard Sookie call, striding over to us in a summery, red-checkered dress. We turned to her grinning, and I explained to her about me being caught in pink, and she giggled.

"Oh, by the way, that reporter for the AVL is coming today," Sookie said, reaching for a red apple on the stand. I raised an eyebrow.

"You mean…Nan Flanagan?" I inquired. Sookie nodded, munching on her fruit. "Why?" I asked, curious. Jason nodded, interested as well.

"They want to discuss what happened at the church," She explained. "Miss Flanagan's coming in the evening, obviously, so you two better be on your best behaviour," She warned us, and we grinned.

"Would you expect anything less?" I asked her cheerfully, while Jason grinned mischievously. Sookie pointed a threatening finger at us.

"I mean it, you two," She said in her stern-motherly voice, "Miss Flanagan's the spokeswoman for the American Vampire League. She's very important." I scoffed at this.

"Godric's way more important," I argued, "He's two-thousand years old. He could kill her in an instant."

Sookie bonked me on the head. "Rosalie Stackhouse!" She shrieked quietly. "Don't say those kinds of things in public!"

I held my hands up in surrender, and Jason burst out laughing. "Sorry, sorry," I said, grinning. Sookie shook her head, and we took our trays over to the nearest breakfast table.

"Do you have any fucking idea of the PR mess you've made?"

I scowled in my seat next to Godric, who had his arm around my waist. Nan seemed nice on telly, but by god, she was the bitchiest vampire I'd ever met. Sookie sat with Bill opposite me on one of the cream couches. She looked tense – I could tell, by the way she was sitting so straight in her seat. Bill looked pretty bored with it all, actually, judging by the way his arm was slung so casually on top of the couch.

Eric sat in the corner, dressed in all black. He was glowering at Nan, looking like he wanted to strangle her. I know I did.

Isabel, one of Godric's nest mates, sat next to me, looking at Nan warily. Godric looked calmed, controlled – his face was his usual emotionless mask. I was surprised at how professional he could act, even his tense situations like this. Godric was dressed in a long-sleeved white shirt, and baggy white pants. He was wearing a pair of brown sandals, and I thought he looked really cute.

Nan sat in the other far corner, near the fireplace. She looked pretty pissed, in my opinion, but that couldn't compare to Eric's glowering. She had two bodyguards behind her – a tall woman, and a guy dressed in a suit. They didn't look very menacing to me, but if there was one thing I'd learned – it was to never, ever judge a book by its cover. I mean, Godric looked to be of a sixteen or seventeen year old, yet he could probably kill every person in this room within a heartbeat.

"…And who has to fucking clean that shit up?" Nan continued angrily. "Me. Not you. Me. I should drain every one of you bastards," She spat. I felt my anger spike, but Godric squeezed my waist comfortingly, probably feeling my anger. I tried to take my mind off the evil bitch in the corner, by thinking about how adorable Godric had looked as he woke up that afternoon. It worked surprisingly well, and my rugged posture relaxed a little.

Eric grunted in the corner, his face still stormy. "Stan went to the church on his own," He said, his voice deep. "None of us knew anything about it."

"Oh really?" Nan said mockingly, "Because everyone who met Stan in the last three hundred years knew that he had a kink about slaughtering humans. But you, his nest-mates, his sheriff, had no clue," She said, exasperated.

Isabel scowled, glaring at Nan. "And how were we supposed to know that this time he meant it?" She said, leaning forward in her seat.

"Not my problem," Nan sighed, shaking her head at poor Isabel. Her eyes flickered down to Godric, and I tensed up again as she said to him, "Yours." Godric didn't even spare the reporter a glance, he just looked at me instead. His hand was tucked behind my back, twirling a strand of my long hair.

Eric hissed. "Don't talk to him that way," He seethed, glowering at Nan. Said vampire raised an eyebrow.

"Don't talk to me that way," She said back, annoyingly calm. The room went silent for a good couple of moments, before Nan turned back to Godric, addressing him. "Let's get to the point, sheriff. How'd they manage to abduct you?" She asked, and Godric reluctantly took his eyes off me to look at Nan.

I gulped a little, knowing exactly what had happened. "They would've taken one of us sooner or later," Godric replied, and added, "I offered myself."

Nan looked disgusted. "Why?"

"Why not?" Godric countered smartly, and I almost snorted. Nan looked taken aback.

"They wanted you to meet the sun, and you were willing?" She said in exasperation. Godric looked bored with the whole conversation.

"What do you think?" He sighed, looking at Nan boredly. His arm tightened some more, and his fingers started to play with the material on my black strap top.

"I think you're out of your mind," Nan groaned, shaking her head. "And then I hear about a traitor?" She said, her voice raising an octave.

"Irrelevant. Only a rumour," Godric said quickly, and I smiled slightly. He was sticking up for old, grumpy Hugo. I frowned at what he said next, though. "I'll take full responsibility." Did he not realise what he was saying? The consequences could be severe!

"You bet you will," Nan sniffed, and my frown deepened. Words could not describe how much I wanted to slap this demon of a woman right now. Eric seemed to lose his cool then.

"You cold bitch," Eric growled, boring holes into Nan's head. Nan looked grumpily at Eric.

"Listen. This is a national vampire disaster. And nobody at the top has sympathy for any of you," She sighed to us. She turned to Godric. "Sheriff, you fucked up. You're fired."

Godric nodded, and my mouth dropped open in shock when he said, "I agree. Of course," He looked over at Isabel. "Isabel should take over, she had no part in my disgrace," He said, and Isabel looked shocked, while Eric looked outraged.

"Godric!" Isabel said sternly. "Fight back." However, Godric didn't pay any attention to what she said. He just continued to twirl my hair and play with my top.

"What are you saying?" Eric yelled. "She's a bureaucrat! You don't have to take shit from her!" He said, gesturing angrily at Nan.

"You wanna lose your area, Viking?" Nan asked mockingly. Eric raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, you don't have that kind of power," He said huskily, looking smug. I rolled my dark eyes.

Nan shrugged. "Hey, I'm on TV," She said carelessly. "Try me." The two of them had a heated stare down, until Isabel suddenly called out,

"I'm to blame! I should have contained Stan the second he went missing," Isabel said, her Spanish accent thick.

Godric sighed, and stopped her. "Isabel," He said, dismissing her argument. I furrowed my brow – I knew that it had been silly of Godric to offer himself, but he didn't have to beat himself up for it. He should have fought for his position as sheriff. "I remove myself from all positions of authority," He said, turning back to Nan, and I slumped in defeat. Godric squeezed me again, trying to comfort me more.

"Works for me," Nan said, smiling smugly. I sighed quietly. Even Eric looked beaten. I felt sorry for him – it must have been horrible to see your maker so brutally cut down like that.

Sookie tried to stand up, but Bill held her arm, warning her. "Sookie, Sookie," He warned her.

Sookie looked at Bill incredulously. "I owe him. He saved my little sister's life on numerous occasions," She said to Bill, then turned to Nan. "Miss Flanagan? Godric rescued me and my little sister from a really large rapist," She said, looking at me. Everyone eyes turned to stare me down, including Eric's, who looked at me sadly. Godric brought me closer to him, disliking how everyone was looking at me.

Sookie spoke again. "…Who nearly killed Rosalie, and probably would have killed me, too," She said, and I smiled at her bravery of speaking up.

"That's nice," Nan sighed dismissively, "Moving on…"

"No, listen!" Sookie demanded. "And then he rescued humans in that church, plus a whole lot of vampires. You think it's a PR mess now? It could have been a hundred, a million times worse! You should thank him," Sookie finished exasperatedly.

"For getting kidnapped?" Nan countered. "For attracting a suicide bomber? For piss poor judgement? I think not!" She said, and Eric stood up, growling. He moved towards Nan, intent on hurting her – but Isabel held him back.

"Eric," Godric warned him. "It doesn't matter," He sighed, stroking my hair. Eric looked angrily down at Nan, before faltering, and backing away. However, his glare was still planted firmly at her face.

"Tell me about the bombing ,please," Nan insisted. "Every single detail." Godric sighed again.

"A boy walked into the lair. I thought he was someone's human companion," He said, and I spoke for the first time.

"His name was Luke Mcdonald," I said sadly. "He was a…friend of mine back at the Fellowship, before everything went bad." I felt a pang of jealously come from Godric. I patted his arm in reassurance.

The meeting went on for another good hour, and by the end of it, all of us were worn out – mentally and physically. Bill and Sookie walked out first, followed by a saddened Isabel, and a smug looking Nan, along with her bodyguards. I walked over to Eric, who was still sulking in the corner.

"Are you alright, Eric?" I asked him seriously, laying a hand on his broad shoulder. Eric looked up at me, his blue eyes dull. I gave him a small smile, and his eyes seemed to light up.

"I'll be alright, my little Viking," He gave me a small grin. I removed my hand from his shoulder, nodding in satisfaction. Godric strided over to us, and slung an arm over my shoulders.

"Why did you give up so easily, Godric?" Eric asked, sighing. "Why didn't you fight?"

Godric smiled at blondie. "Some things are not worth fighting for, my child," He told him. "And I don't need to have my position as sheriff to be happy. I've got my Rose," He said, kissing me softly on the cheek. I blushed, and looked away, causing Eric to chuckle.

"If you are happy, then I am happy," Eric sighed, standing up to his full height. "Come on, I hear they have some good humans tonight…" He said smugly.

My face darkened considerably. "I'll be leaving you, then," I said quickly, lifting Godric's arms off my shoulders and backing out the door. However, Godric caught up to me in a flash, and swung me back around in his arms. He swooped down to kiss me on the lips, a grin lighting up on his face.

"Who said I'd let you leave us?" Godric asked, kissing my jaw. I rolled my eyes, and Eric strided over to us, a smug grin on his pale face.

"Yeah, why don't you come with us this time, Rose?" Eric asked, his blonde eyebrows waggling. I scrunched my face up in disgust.

"Ehh…I'm gonna pass," I said, not feeling like watching them go to eat a "meal". "I'll see you guys back at the hotel room, though," I added, and Godric released me reluctantly.

"You better," Godric said darkly. "Because if I find you in his room again –"

I held my hands up. "He is my bro. Not some rapist. Chillax," I ordered, and Godric nodded hesitantly, while Eric roared with laughter. The blondie tossed me a set of keys.

"Here, those are the keys for our room," Eric stated, and I rolled my eyes.

"How are you guys gonna get in?" I asked. Eric and Godric exchanged smug glances.

"Combined together, we're three-thousand years old," Eric grinned, "I think we can manage to get into a hotel room without using keys," He said, and I laughed. Of course, I could now get into hotel rooms without keys, too. But I most definitely wouldn't tell the guys that.

I padded down the long hallway towards my hotel room, my stomach nice and full. Over dinner, me, Sookie and Jason had discussed when we'd be leaving for Bon Temps. Sook said we'd probably be leaving in the next day or so. I wanted to talk about this with Godric. I mean, he couldn't stay in Dallas anymore – he wasn't the sheriff. I also wanted to know where he'd be staying now, seeing as his home had been completely obliterated.

With this thought in mind, I continued down the hallway, the only sounds the soft click-clacking of my flip-flops. I wasn't really paying attention to my surroundings, and was a little shocked when I bumped into something. Luckily, a pair of long arms grabbed me before I fell on my butt.

I looked up, and my eyes nearly bugged out of my head. "You!" I pointed at him accusingly. "You're not real! You're just my imagination!"

It was the boy with pointy-ears. He smiled at me, showing off a set of white, sparkling teeth. "I am very much real, Nys," He said calmly, and my eyelid twitched.

"What does that even mean?!" I exploded. "What is a "Nys"?"

He patted me on the shoulder. "Calm down, little Nys. All will be revealed soon," He said, and took me by the arm. Suddenly, we were engulfed in a cloud of purple dust, and when the dust cleared, I saw that we were outside, on the roof of Hotel Carmilla.

"Why are we up here?" I asked him suspiciously. He grinned, and stepped back. He reached his arms out on either side of him, and yelled proudly.

"You may come out now, Or'Tel'Quessir!" He cried, and I stared in shock as the air around him shimmered, and figures started appearing out of nowhere. "O'Su, Osu'Nys, Osu'Tan! Everyone! Show yourselves!"

I could only stare in disbelief as more people started to appear around the boy. Whole crowds appeared, all with long, dark hair, dark eyes, and pointy ears. They were all looking directly at me, smiling. I rubbed my eyes. "What the hell? Who are you people?!"

There was a loud, rumbling laugh, and a pointy-eared man stepped forward. He had a kind smile, and twinkling dark eyes. He was wearing shining white robes like everyone else. The man placed a slender hand on my head.

"My Tinu," He said proudly, a gleam in his eye. "My name is Ettrian Taurë, and I am your father."

Woaaah! Mindblown :D

Just in case anyone was wondering what the hell they were saying, I'll post mini little dictionaries here. Although, I won't tell you what this language is yet. It would ruin the story!

Nys – Sister

Adofaer – Peaceful Magic

Or'Tel'Quessir – People of the Wood

O'Su – Male parent (Father)

Osu'Nys – Aunt (Sister of Father)

Osu'Tan – Uncle (Brother of Father)

Tinu - Daughter