Your OC meets a very polite elf.

ShiftingFoxx

Mila opened her mouth to answer his question, but swiftly stopped and waited patiently as he switched topics. The letter wasn't going anywhere until she was ready, and hearing about Candor brought her quite a bit of intrigue.

As Gold described his brother, however, she felt an almost overwhelming anxiety, shifting uncomfortably in her chair and making no attempt to conceal her feelings from her magic. The idea of having someone use their magic against her without warning was uncomfortable enough, but doing that and drawing awful memories to the forefront of her mind in the process? Then for him to view them? She didn't know how well he could interpret a blind persons memory - unless he went all the way back to the original attack, where he life was endangered.. but she had been only a child! Surely he couldn't judge her on that?

"I.. think I would like to avoid your brother," Mila said quietly, trying to force the swiftly forming visual memory out of her mind. They were always so difficult to combat, when she had no real visual input to replace it with. "That sounds awful."

ShiftingFoxx
Dispatch stared at the floating objects, they floated as well but for different reasons, Dispatch moved to the elf, interested in their ability's. "How are you able to do that?" Their voice sound like a child maybe 9 or 10. They where a floating burlap sack with a rope around their neck used to define the head and stitching on their side. Their eyes seem to be just drawn on. They didn't seem to have any legs sticking out the bottom the the sack. 

LemonTeaRain

The shift in the emotions displayed through magic was something quite overwhelming for Gold as well. He had become used to Mila stifling her magic when she happened to be upset or anxious, and yet that is not what happened. His own magic flares in response, but with a slight instinctual hint of false positivity to try and ease the aura of magic. 

"It is alright, Mila," Gold says, his hands now trembling. "Brother is one I tend to avoid as well. He... does not understand the memories he pulls from me very well. But it is not just a one-sided difficulty, in Brother's case," The Elf states, trying to still his hands or make his heartbeat slower. "Brother will always warn you when he does it consciously. If he pulls a memory without meaning to, then he will also suffer the emotions associated with the memory, but amplified. He is still working on controlling the effects of his magic and it has gotten much better over the years, but it is not perfect. I will direct him away from you, though. He cannot pull a memory on accident if you are more than seven paces away from him."

Sh_dz8

"Ah, yes. My apologies, Tigress," Gold calls over his shoulder, before slipping off into one of the old rooms. He rummages through the drawers, fishing out several large crystals which were glowing with energy. It takes all of five minutes before Gold returns outside.

SimplyGabriel

A child? Perhaps they were a ghost.... Gold turned to politely face the floating being and bowed his head in respect. "Greetings to you as well, Small One. Kingdom uses a wide variety of spells to make some things float." The Elf surveys Dispatch once more, before deciding to introduce himself. "I am Gold. What is your name, Small One?"

ShiftingFoxx
"Dispatch." The figure muttered softly, the figure almost seemed nervous to be there. "This place is a lot different from home...Home was never so, nice." He laughed a long stick like black arm reached from under the sack to shake his hand 

ShiftingFoxx

Mila listened to his explanation closely, a frown on her face. It sounded as though everyone would be suffering should he pull the wrong memory from her, and considering the type of memory he targeted, that was likely the only memories he would pull. Great. Not to mention, Gold had already said his brother was the type to judge based on career... Gods above, an interaction with that man sounded more unpleasant the more she thought on it.

"I can't tell if he's seven paces away or not." She stated bluntly, trying to calm herself by focusing on statements of fact. Finally registering how tense the room had become, she stifled her magic, still on a fairly anxious note before she became unreadable. "So that isn't of much use to me."

"Regardless... I've still yet to answer your previous question," Mila continued, opting to avoid the topic with a forced calmness to her tone. "Yes, I plan on using magic to send it. Since.. since the train incident, I've been trying to improve my ability to transport things, but small inanimate objects like letters still seem to be as good as I can do. It should be good enough."

LemonTeaRain

"I will be giving firm instructions to my brother to keep his distance from you and I shall stay between the both of you so if Brother's magic acts out it is my memories he accesses and not yours," Gold tries to reassure his friend, which only succeeds to freak himself out a bit. He had never directly told Jordys of that what had transpired over that year of disappearance, nor did he want to admit it happened to his only living blood-family.It was likely for his brother to be more protective of him, and he really didn't want that. 

He quieted himself for a moment now before replying to the new information supplied to him, bowing his head.  His hands, at least, had stopped shaking so much after Mila had stifled her magical presence. 

"It is good that you are trying to expand your abilities, friend. I know you said it was hard to accomplish on the train, so perhaps there is something I could make to help? I can craft a basic catalyst to add extra energy to your spell."

Sh_dz8

Gold, though much less pointedly, returned the disapproving look given by Tigress as he bowed to the self-proclaimed queen. Perhaps... Oh, nevermind. He held a single crystal out for Tigress, suppressing a small yawn. He forgot being tired wasn't always remedied by Moonberries, haha.

"These crystals store extra consumable energy and can easily be used in battle. This one is meant for healing. Please take it, and where shall we go next?"

ShiftingFoxx

Mila felt some comfort at his promise to take action to protect her, although the idea of Gold's memories being brought up didn't seem any more pleasant than her own. She knew for a fact he had some awful experiences that could be drawn upon; he had told her of one while they were on the train together, stating it to be one hostage situation of many, and then there was the train experience itself, and then whatever he was remembering earlier... She could say with some high degree of certainty that reliving whatever memories were drawn out wouldn't be enjoyable for the elf.

"I appreciate the offer, but I don't think it's wise to excite my magic like that." Mila responded to his offer. "It's difficult enough to keep a good control over it when this much has leaked without empowering it further. Thank you, though - it means quite a bit that you cared to remember that."

ShiftingFoxx

The boy yelped, his pointed ears flickering in response. Clearly, he looked to be a Hylian but the way he spoke, and addressing himself from The Gold Kingdom and not the Kingdom of Hyrule, bothered him. How did he get those ears if he's not from Hyrule, they supposedly are to hear the voices of the Goddess Hylia.

He spoke in broken stammers, his words in Hylian might prove to be a formidable language barrier so he did his best to speak in the universally known tongue, that most Humans seems to speak.

"Yo...Yo...yo...hy...hyl-hylians ha...have po.p..pointed ea...ears...ho...how ar...are yo...hav..having... po...pointed ea...ears ye...yet you...re...not...Hyli...hylian?"

To make his point across, he points to Gold's own and swaying his palms side by side.

LemonTeaRain

"Yes, I understand. I apologize for what I've told you and I am sorry that I have made you uncomfortable," The Elf bows his head, putting the lid upon his inkpot and ensuring the remainder of his supplies were packed away and ready for the return upstairs. 

In truth, Gold didn't much care to relive any horrors of the past (and decidedly not-past that still succeeded to haunt him) but he was more than willing to do so if it was to protect a friend from the same fate. From what he recalled, he had done so on a much larger scale for his people before. But he hadn't? Well, he knew that him in the future-but-possibly-not-future would do that. So it was his job to live up to expectations,  and a good step was defending a friend.

CaptainRobi

Hylian? What was a Hylian? He knew not of this race of peoples,  yet this short being told him it was so? Lowering himself to meet eyes with the not-an-elf, Gold made an attempt to explain the possible difference of species between himself and the small one.

"I am not a Hylian, nor am I sure what a Hylian is,  newcomer. However, I am an Elf, hence my ears. I would assume you are one of the Hylian race you speak of?" Gold hopes, since the child seemed to have trouble speaking, that he could understand him, since the Elf was not very good with using charades as a method of communication.

Sh_dz8

"The crystals can come in one of three places, Tigress," Gold dutifully explains, taking out another equally large crystal. "Some are crafted by pure magic in the form of a permanent magical construct, while others are gathered from or cavernous territory where we used to live. Other peoples of magic gather from other caves and these crystals are one of the closest things we have to currency. I am glad you think of them as beautiful."

ShiftingFoxx

"Don't apologize. Had you not told me, and such a situation came up without prior warning... I'd have assumed him to be malicious, at the very least." Mila tried to reassure him. "The discomfort is well worth the gift of foresight." 

Figuring it wasn't doing anyone any good for her to just sit there holding the letter, the witch sat up straight and set about sending it. She took in a deep breath before allowing herself to stop stifling her magic, instead focusing on the task at hand. Thinking to the intended location for her letter was oddly soothing; imagining that usual honey-suckle smell of Charlotta's kitchen, the puddles of warmth where sunlight gathered as it was cast through the window and the familiar shadows of the windowsill's plant pots that she had come to recognise as a sign of certain safety all brought the remnants of her anxious aura to a calm.

With the location secured in her mind, Mila held the letter out in front of her and set about sending it away. The magic seeping through her scars and escaping into the air glowed a faint silver as she chose her own shadow to manipulate, bringing it up to encapsulate the letter much like she had the ice box. This time, however, the opaque bubble of black began to shrink, and as she let go and moved her hand back down to her side the letter and bubble remained suspended in the air. It shrank at a steady rate until almost nothing but a dense speck of black, whereupon it slowly unfurled open, the letter no longer within. 

Finally, her shadow returned to it's rightful shape and place. She was still for a few more moments until the spell was finally completed, the silver glow disappearing as she stopped exerting her magic to such a degree. 

Appears in a flash of blue... She seemed rather startled. "Um... goodness where have i ended up now..."