[Cole's status: Visible to Asha, Bel, and Meili; memorable to Asha, Euriphuim, and Adira (the group around Adi will no longer recall ever seeing him there with Rosie.)]

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"Visible" = seen, but unremembered. If you see Cole, he's like a fragment of a dream. Usually you can't see him unless there's a specific reason for your attention to focus on him. "Memorable" = Unless you have spoken to me about a specific allowance, you will not remember past conversations, past meetings, nor seeing him. You will not remember Cole's name, nor his face. On occasion, it's like meeting someone new - again, and again. If I've spoken to you about it, then some of you can able to recall his name, his appearance, or a quality about him. Some lucky few may even harbor brief, shallow memories of Cole.

At Asha's question, the faun's pale ear swiveled toward her. He avoided looking in her direction, blinking as he tried to clear away his hesitation. Adi was patient, and Cole knew that Asha was as well, but ... he wanted to speak normally for once. It was difficult. He had a hard time getting his thoughts together in a timely fashion, and the workings of his mind weren't set in the same orderly fashion that everyone else seemed to use. It was likely his trauma throughout childhood and his lack of social interaction, honestly.

"Better. I ... no." Bluntly honest as ever, Cole's soft voice gave his thoughts on how he felt now that they were out of the tent. The words weren't stubborn, or full of annoyance ... they were a shadow of oddly emotionless thought, and nearly monotone. It was blatantly obvious by his stiff form that he was still uneasy.

It helped that Euriphuim was there beside him, but it didn't chase away the complete terror he felt every time he had to speak to someone. Asha was a sweet girl, and her delicate features were pleasant - it should have been easy to talk to such a lovely thing such as she. But no. Not for Cole. Nothing like this was ever easy for Cole.

A gentle breeze moved over him, and the youth took a deep breath. It reminded him of many summers with the circus. It reminded him of peace, and when Cole glanced back to the knife thrower he tried his best to ignore the thoughtful look on Meili's face. Instead, he focused on how comforting the feeling of the wind was. He'd spent time with the other male in the past, though it was clear that the memories lingered in his mind alone.

The short youth looked less tense as his arm was released. Standing beside the panther, his gray eyes flickered over the kitchen storage. Cole's attention moved back to Asha as she hummed, her movements flowing with the music. He tilted his head slightly, ear perking toward the acrobat. He'd note the song, and repeat it later within his own act after some adjustments.

At the thought of helping with setting supplies out, Cole ducked his head and looked to Meili. One of you. So Asha could still see him. It didn't quite surprise him, but the faun did feel odd to know that her awareness of him was lasting for so long. When Meili moved to start setting the plates on table, Cole slowly went to grab the silverware. Perhaps he'd help until breakfast was ready. As usual, he made sure there was no place for him at the table - he didn't want to sit with the others. It was strange when they couldn't see him. He'd sit near the table, as he usually did. It was nice to just watch them as they ate, anyway.

Cole glanced up from where he placed a fork to see a familiar figure enter the tent. Bel, the illusionist, greeted them. A ghost of a smile flickered over the faun's lips in greeting, though he wasn't sure if he was included in the words. When Scry heavily rammed into the back of the blond's head. Gray eyes widened at the sound, and Cole's hand froze in midair as he was placing the next setting.

The male watched, still paused in mid-action as Bel sat down to drink his odd mixture. Cole had yet to ask about the silvery liquid, but he imagined it had something to do with whatever gave the illusionist his powers. Cole's ear slowly turned to follow Scry as it floated down softly, resting beside its master. Still watching, the faun slowly began to finish his task. When he got to Bel, he looked at the cup for longer than socially acceptable before tilting his head curiously.

"What is it?" He wasn't sure if Bel could see him, but if the illusionist didn't reply then he'd just move on to finish his work. Cole was used to people not responding, anyway.
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Drayth waited patiently, his lavender eyes taking in the slow reaction of the other male. He expected the reply Nexus offered, and merely blinked in thought. "Fetch." This was human lore of old, a rarely known spirit - something that originated in Ireland. A Fetch was a doppelganger spirit that took the form of another when they were ill or dying. This mimic would imitate the dying individual, stealing their form and causing trouble with the friends of their "host." It was Drayth's subtle way of testing Nex's knowledge as well as saying his was irritated.

The illusionist let a slight frown crease his brow, and his entwined fingers lifted to press against his lips. Drayth watched Nex thoughtfully, looking at the blackened eyes and red irises with an intrusive gaze. "Perhaps you are a pride demon." With a half-quirked smile to match the other male's, the elf let loose a quiet breath. It was strange to him that he still had no answers. "I was sure there was some truth to the first one."

He'd tried to force Nex to reveal his race in the past by using illusions, but the younger male held knowledge and insight beyond his years. Drayth was unable to keep the illusions as convincing to Nex as they were to most others. Perhaps it was something to do with his job title - he was the fortune teller, after all.

Narrowing his eyes, Drayth kept his unblinking gaze on Nexus for a while before he gave a nearly imperceptible flash of fangs. "You are quite the mystery, aren't you?"

There was a moment of thought before the illusionist waved the moment away. "Queen to F4." Their game of mental chess was dangerously close to ending - it was likely going to be another stalemate. The last time Nex had won. Before that, Drayth. For little over three years they'd played their game - both of them - with guessing of races and chess. It was supposedly the only thing that kept Drayth talking to Nex. Rarely did they discuss anything else other than chess and the mystery that was Nex's race.

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