<font color='#728FCE'><table width="500"> <center>: OOC :Normal Text / Thoughts / SpeechDay: 44th Month: Tria Year: 81377 : IC : Snow was one thing that had fascinated Ziven to no end ever since he was young. Much of the fascination had worn off by now, especially since the magic of it had been taken away when he was taught (in school) the reason why it fell, but the male pendragon still had a distinct liking for the powdery white fluff. Now he took his time to playfully and gracefully prance about in the snow, leaving his pawprints wherever he went. As far as Ziven was concerned, he was the only one around for miles. He had forgotten about all other existing life-forms as he pranced and was not about to remember them soon. However, as a bitingly cold wind blew past, his nose caught something before his eyes did and brought him back to reality. He did not shiver despite the cold wind that brought the scent. In fact, he was rather glad. It was another pendragon. About time, too. </table></font>
<font color='#FF0000'>OOC:Hello again!!! BIC:Teal padded through the snow covered land. He periodicaly brused off snow flakes that were tickling his nose. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed a jet blak pendragon prancing in the snow. The the almost siloette like form stopped. Teal figured he had been noticed. He padded over to greet black snowdotted pendragon. "Good day to you. I never would have expected to see someone in the badlands. May I ask what your are doing here? I was on my way south to go across the seas to Swaraj. My name is Teal Masekt. What is your name? Do you live here, and if so how and why?" Teal sat down in the snow. He was feeling a bit bored. He supposed that things would get a bit more interesting in Swaraj so he wa eager to be on his way. But he still couldn't miss the opportunity for an idea to write a story. He tends to draw inspiration from the people he meets.</font>
<font color='#728FCE'><table width="500"> <center>: OOC :Hello! :) : IC : Ziven listened, trying his best not to look both offended and uninterested, as the pendragon he had scented on the wind began to talk, and talk, and talk some more. Would that other guy never shut up? Honestly... Some pendragons needed to talk less. There was nothing wrong with that now, was there? Unless, of course, someone spoke too little, which was annoying in its own way. Well, one thing was for sure - Ziven was not going to waste his oh-so-precious time flirting with this one. "I am Ziven Irora," Ziven began stiffly, frowning slightly at the stranger and his nosiness. Who was he to prod into his travel life? "I am here just on travel, which should answer both of your questions at once."</font>
<font color='#FF0000'>OOC:See you in Swaraj!!! BIC:Ziven didn't seem like a conversationalist. Tobias became even more bored. "Well it has been a pleasure but I am in a bit of a hurry. Good day and goodbye." With that he left.</font>
