<font color='#8D38C9'>[OOC: ^^! EETS BACK! Let the cornyness and loveyness comence! Whoosh!] Nasul, like always, blushed at her teasy-ness. "<span style='color:green'>All right, it never happened!</span>" He chuckled, both of his eyes flashing happily(His robot one almost went up in sparks, but we just ignore that now! He galloped next to her like a nioti 'dragon and asked, "<span style='color:green'>Soo...Are there any certain family members I should watch out for? You know, like those who are real party 'draggies?</span> Yea. So that you can get what they're on too!...Did he just say 'draggies?' Oh my poor soul...</font>
<font color='6C6C6C'>\\ OOC: Mwa, last post I had her speech color as white. *dies more* Now edited and fix-ed to be silverrrrr. High-ho-away! XD \\ IC Elethea grins, and thinks about it, <span style='color:#A1A1A1'>"Well uncle Drossle is quite the fibber. Just humor him. He has scratches and scars all over, and he loves telling the children and new comers dashing tales of how he got them - all lies."</span> She giggles. <span style='color:#A1A1A1'>"He has this scratch on his chin and jaw which he claims came from a forest ursidae whom he had to wrestle into a pin before he could heal a bruised limb the animal had, and got the scar during the wrestling."</span> Her angelic face turns playfully mischievous, <span style='color:#A1A1A1'>"He really got it, by tripping up a flight of stairs in Ajita, and knocking the underside of his face against a small ursidae statue at the top of the staircase."</span> Her walk pauses momentarily as she indicates with a paw how tall the statue was, approximately two feet high. Not nearly as dangerous as the real life equivilent! She continues walking, smiling merrily, <span style='color:#A1A1A1'>"Umm.. aunt Ailya will probably give you the third degree as soon as she sees you. You can either feign ignorance to her many very personal questions, or answer honestly, just be aware she's going to pester you until you want to just silence her any way possible. I'll try and save you, I'll just need to find something to distract her with. Her husband's usually good at distracting her; he leads her off to go torment the 'dirty' nioties, who really don't listen to a thing she says, instead of letting her grill new comers or those she hasn't seen just yesterday for the latest gossip."</span> Elethea chuckles. She hums to herself a moment, then continues, <span style='color:#A1A1A1'>"Most of the ladies will probably try to feed you to the point of explosion; a good many of my family besides being wonderful healers are also excellent cooks, so a good deal of the men-folk are on the pudgy side."</span> She winks, <span style='color:#A1A1A1'>"They'll try to turn you into one of them, I don't doubt! They've already turned me into a bit of a pudge.."</span> Ooooh, fishing for compliments, eh? Nastynasty girl. There isn't an ounce of extra fat on her body! Don't look, Nasul! She's being coy again! *facepalms*</font>
<font color='#8D38C9'>Oh no! She got him! "<span style='color:green'>Oh, your not pudgy! I mean, I weigh way more then you!</span>" Duh, that's only because half of your body is condensed of metal! Really Nasul, did your brain just melt out of your ears? You weigh probably more then an average male! And your not fat! I mean, if Elethea thinks your hot, then you're hot, okay? ...And stop looking at her that way! Sheesh.</font>
<font color='6C6C6C'>\\ OOC: *cackles* I got 4 hours of sleep last night... XD Â Clubbin' be exhaustin', yo! *flops over* \\ IC Elethea giggles, <span style='color:#A1A1A1'>"The only reason you weigh more than I do, despite the fact you're male, if your cybernetic body parts!"</span> She winks, <span style='color:#A1A1A1'>"Which, by the way, are looking extra flashy, and just oh-so-good today!"</span> Oh yes, definitely flirting. <span style='color:#A1A1A1'>"We shouldn't be too far now, listen, I can hear them."</span> She laughs - the apparent noise of pendragon speech was on both open telepathic channels and vocalized. It all seemed rather like mumbo-jumbo, but then again, that's because most of the Jaleabaj tribe spoke Ramathian over modern. Realizing this, she looks at Nasul, <span style='color:#A1A1A1'>"Do you speak any Ramathian? If not, you just stick with me darlin', and I'll keep you safe."</span> Another sly wink finds itself on her silver face. Well, better to stick to him like glue and translate everything than let her family talk over his head! Protective, too, now? Oh yes. ... Durrrrr.</font>
<font color='#8D38C9'>As if he couldn't blush any more...He DID. Aww, he's all flattered-like. "<span style='color:green'>You really think so?</span>" [sarcasm]No, Nasul, she was lying.[/sarcasm] And do you know Ramathian? I mean, you know how to curse 'dragons off and how to say "Where's the bathroom?" but you don't, you just-NO! "<span style='color:green'>Of course I know ramathian! I was the top in my class!</span> ...Nasul, you didn't even have classes, PERIOD. Great, good job on making yourself look stupid later.</font>
