Tainted Magic

[Arclightning]

Stalling. The child was stalling. But little can resist the flames of rage. She will give him her name, as was just.
"Ah small child, I do not wish small names. What do you call yourself in your own mind?" She must know her own name, for this was a traveler, one who knew the true shape of the world.

[Nyla]

Every muscle went taught as Nyla could see no way around her situation. Lying might stall for time, but how much? And being a magical creature, he would likely sense the falsity behind a fake name.

She swallowed hard. "Fair is fair. I am known as Nyla."

She felt the weight of her name hanging in the air and took a step backward, charging ever cell in her body with as much energy as she could hold. She wasn't sure a lightning strike would actually hurt the mage, but it might help her get away. Her jaw set, Nyla waited for his next move. She would not be afraid. She would not be afraid.

[Arclightning]

Good. The elf spoke a name but Rage heard something else. He heard the sound of truth, of her baring her soul in form of words. And hearing this he knew. He knew she would never be a threat. She would never wrongly use his name-no, names. She is one of a light heart. She could wear the cloak and not taint it with sin. This elf was something he never was or will be. He was surprised. One who traveled the world usually saw it for what it is; a cesspool of people fighting against their own mortality. This one is a fool or a saint, maybe both. Rage couldn't tell.