Inventing Classes

<font color='698AAB'>\\ Elethea Jaleabaj
¤ #3, Female, 2700
¤ Healer (J)
¤ Empathy (A)

\\ Anezka Ylinari
¤ #1, Female, 900
¤ Warrior (B)
¤ Escape Artist (B)

\\ OOC: Care for an old friend for a post or two?  Nebai (#6) will slink in a little later, probably as 'Thea moves out. She's a bit more reserved, and would've watched the first few arrivals before stepping in.

\\ IC

The silver hued healer Elethea walks through the courtyard, at her side a bubbly young child named Anezka.

Of course, this particular one she couldn't call her own, nor any other for she was quite single, but that didn't stop the healer from mothering the darling thing - and young Anezka didn't really mind!

<span style='color:#C0C0C0'>"What class did you say you were going to, now?"</span> Elethea asks of her.

Anezka pauses her thoughts to answer intelligently. She'd learned that while this healer's patience seemed infinite, it was better to give her a coherent answer, lest she consider your brain full of sawdust. (Not that she wouldn't love you any the less, of course! )

<span style='color:#B69D85'>"To an inventing class."</span> Anezka replies finally.

Elethea nods at the information, and smiles at the little one as she walks alongside her, <span style='color:#C0C0C0'>"And who teaches this?"</span>

<span style='color:#B69D85'>"Err.. I don't remember."</span> Anezka thinks as she walks. She'd read the sheet the night before, but for the life of her, she couldn't remember her new instructor's name.

Elethea chuckles good naturedly, and turns her golden gaze from Anezka to the path before her, and recognizes a certain cyborg pendragon immediately.

Smiling like 'the cat the caught the canary,' Elethea telepaths Nasul, <span style='color:#C0C0C0'>{My goodness. Who thought that I would be seeing you, of all, here?}</span> her tone was playful, as she was glad to see someone she knew. Her teaching term was coming to a close before she started out again.

Anezka, on the other paw, spotting Nasul and the items strewn about that he seemed to either be putting away, or taking out; breaks from Elethea's side and gallops over to him. She was a bouncing mouse brown blur, gigantic wings spread wide.

She would have flown if the distance wasn't so small. That, and she hadn't wanted to be rude and leave Elethea behind.</font>

 

<font color='#FFFFFF'>ooc :- Greetings, if anyone is in here. Forgive me if my rp skills are lacking anything, Im a bit new .

Bic :-  Talrin entered the area refered to as the 'court yard', looking for any other 'Dragons whom would show her around. She was new to this area, and highly disorientated and nervous.
She closed her eyes, taking within her a deep breathe, calming herself.

'Hello?'

She managed to whisper, glancing around with big brown eyes.</font>

 

<font color='698AAB'>Anezka looks up at him with her mismatched green and blue eyes and grins, <span style='color:#B69D85'>"Hey, cool, now I know two 'dragons with eyes like mine!"</span> she blurts out. Of course, she overlooked the fact that the reason he had a green eye was due to half his face being metal - but in all honesty, she didn't care!

A little absorbed in staring curiously, she'd forgotten he'd originally asked her a few questions. <span style='color:#B69D85'>"Oh! I'm Anezka Ylinari."</span> she nods, <span style='color:#B69D85'>"Here to take the inventing class. ... You teach it, right?"</span> she looks up at him hopefully.

Elethea grins as she saunters over, <span style='color:#C0C0C0'>{Glad to see you're doing quite well! Have you just arrived? I hadn't even realized you decided to teach.}</span> she smiles brightly in her usual peaceful manner.</font>

 

<font color='698AAB'>Elethea smiles, still having not said a vocal word, relying on telepathing. Nothing she said couldn't have been said aloud, but it gave them a smidgeon of privacy; as to listen in, one would have to want to hear what they were saying.

<span style='color:#C0C0C0'>{Well, I glad you didn't give up. They'll have an excellent teacher in you, I've no doubt.}</span>

The healer then answers the second question, glancing down at Anezka, <span style='color:#C0C0C0'>{Unfortunately, today I have paperwork to file, and healing papers to correct, so I can't take class. But, I accompanied her here because she trampled through the gardens and ended up with more than a few thorns in her paws and briars in her fur, and needed healing.}</span>

Her mirthful grin meets all her features fully, <span style='color:#C0C0C0'>{She couldn't even have cared less! Dear thing actually wanted me to stop half way so she wouldn't be late. I asked her to be patient, in hopes her teacher wouldn't be all that hard on her, and decided to join her in getting here, and explain the situation.}</span>

Unaware of their mental conversation - as this youngster had been taught to keep her nose out of 'adult' conversations - she continues vocally her conversation with him, <span style='color:#B69D85'>"Of course I wanted to come! Why wouldn't others want to take?"</span>

She was a bit confused by the idea of someone not wanting to take a class such as this, for whatever reason they may have. Generally an accepting 'dragon, hating another for a reason as trivial as looks was beyond her comprehension.</font>

 

<font color='#A255'>Yet another approached right then, a tiny female, knapsack swung over her shoulder. She was no bigger than an earthen wildcat cub, but this didn't seem to taint her spirits- the nioti was whistling as she strolled along through the courtyard. Two large, colorless eyes, not only the most notable features of her face but really the only ones easy to distinguish, spotted the small gathering just a little ways away, and quickened her pace. "Hey! 'Scuse me!"

She quickly scurried up to the teacher, and after waiting for the current conversation to slow a beat, she put in, "Er, is this the inventions class?" The small 'dragon was beaming. She had been looking forwrad to this class all day, and couldn't wait to get started.</font>

 

<font color='#FFFFFF'>Talrin shot a quick glance at  the 'Dragons whom she hardly knew,  taking within herself their features for future reference. Looking back at Nasul she gave him a curt nod, somewhat embarassed about her late reply. 'Hiii, Im Talrin, or Trin, this is the inventing classes?' She asked her words racing about a hundred miles and hour. 'Err Im new, and I dont really know my way around 'here''  She smiled weakly.</font>

 

<font color='#A255'>She nodded eagerly. "That's right.. I'm Shark, Ryans." Smiling now, the young 'pendragon glanced around at the others. The teacher seemed interesting enough.. she hoped there was some gruesome story behind it. As well as an adult she did not know, here were two other students, one of which she recognized from her tracking class last season. Shark quirked a brow, taken aback with her peculiar eyes. "You know..." she remarked absently, "I've only ever met one other person with eyes like yours."

As the other introduced herself as Trin, the nioti nodded, and offered her a welcoming smile. She had been attending this school for some time now, though was no where near to knowing its deepest secrets or being able to find every class straight away.</font>

 

<font color='698AAB'>Anezka nods idily at Nasul, still a bit curious at the idea of creatures who would avoid someone different. She was plenty different. ... In her own way..

Elethea turns off and sits down then continues her conversation with Nasul, <span style='color:#C0C0C0'>{Ending my part time teaching term, actually. Teaching a bunch of rather talented youths in healing. Hopefully, they'll have learned something.}</span> she smiles, <span style='color:#C0C0C0'>{I'll be off traveling again once the season ends.}</span>

Anezka, also realizing that Shark was from her tracking class, smiles brightly in greeting. She giggles at the comment, however; <span style='color:#B69D85'>"Well then, that makes four like me! Or.. three.. if the 'dragon we both know is the same 'dragon."</span> Anezka knew herself, Hype, and now Nasul; even though Nasul's mismatched eyes were unnatural.

And, of course, she never memorized Shark's last name, and therefore never made the connection..</font>

 

<font color='#336699'>Trin nodded slowely, noticing the males cyborg eye, never in her life had she seen an eye like that, to tell the truthe she found it rather intrigueing and like Shark she wanted to know the story behind it.  She smiled at Shark reaching out to shake her hand
'Ello there, Im Trin, and you are Shark I presume?'
She grinned, glancing around wondering if there was anyone else she would be meeting in her 'class'.</font>

 

<font color='#336699'>Trin leaned against the wall, waiting for the class to begin, her arms folded tightly against her stomache.
She looked over at the one who came running into the courtyard, she laughed to herself, giving the femme a curt nod and a wave.
'Oi, hello there Kealar, Im Trin '
She smiled, looking over at Nasul once again, waiting for his orders on the days lesson.</font>