Lost and Confused...

OOC: I hope you don't mind if I join in... Ignore me if you don't want me to. ^_^

Name: Nafel Isunari
Sex: Femme
Age: 17oo
Primary Trade: Elemental Sorcery (A)
Secondary Trade: Creating Music (A)

Thought
"Speech"
{Telepathy}

IC: Nafel stretched her wings and sighed, basking in the sun. She flicked her large feathered digits and stood up, blinking as her eyes dialated to the appropriate size in the sunlight. She loved this rooftop, it got the best sun. She occasionally met other wingeds up there as well, so that was even better. <span style='color:blue'>Hm... It's past lunchtime, I think. I'd better go grab something to eat before my classes start up again.</span> She looked around to find the nearest time piece, which was a large one on the side of Janardian. Surprisingly, it was earlier than she had thought.<span style='color:blue'>That explaines why hardly anyone is out here, most of them probably aren't lucky enough not to have morning classes today.</span>, she thought to herself. <span style='color:blue'>Oh well, I'd best go inside anyway, before I hurt myself. Knowing me, it's probably not to long until I do.</span> She smiled as she jumped off the rooftop to fly to the ground.

As she spiraled down past the few nearby trees, she remembered she'd left her book out here by one of the benches yesterday. She hadn't remembered until this morning where it was, and she needed to get it before the water damaged it. Nafel changed course by adjusting her wings slightly and began to spiral down. There was another 'dragon by the bench, Nafel hoped they'd left her book where it was. She was painfully shy and didn't want to have a big confrontation.

<span style='color:blue'>{Erm... hi, I'm Nafel.}</span> she 'pathed down to the other 'dragon. She hadn't been able to tell before, but the 'dragon looked younger than her. Appearence wasn't much of an indicator, though, 'dragons came in all sizes. <span style='color:blue'>{I, uh, left my book here yesterday. It's called Advanced Sorceries in Music}</span> It also had the Ramathian title on it, but Nafel didn't want to bother telling the other 'dragon how to spell it. The Ramathian was almost unpronouncable! <span style='color:blue'>{You didn't see it, did you?}</span> Nafel hoped the 'dragon had; she didn't want to pay for a new book.

 

ooc: wow I haven't seen every1 list the whole log thing in a long time. I forgot about that. I'ma do it. They aren't any threads I can go on so. I might as well go here.

Chars:
//Khaz Siruls ___ Kipcha Siruls
//700 m _______700 f
//Ele.Sorc (B)___//drawing(B)
//Warrior(B)_____//Poetry(B)

ic:
<span style='color:green'>Khaz and Kipcha were walking around in a circle around the yard. They were just talking about classes and stuff. Soon it got into different matters.
<span style='color:red'>"I think I can connect with telepathy. All I have to do is... a lot of craziness I don't understand. But if I tried I can."
<span style='color:gray'>"So, you think you can do it?"
<span style='color:red'> "can't be that hard? Who knows I might just finda connection."
<span style='color:gray'>"Yeah right, telepathy is My gift as a girl. Just like you can shift and have a flame tail."
<span style='color:red'>"But tremember some have mutated, and get flames."
<span style='color:gray'>"But how can you be a mutant and not me?We're twins, remember?"
<span style='color:red'>"I know that's why we can switch eye color"
<span style='color:gray'>"I'm bored. Read something from the book COme on, just once."

<span style='color:green'>He had found a book. A spellcaster book like his but in a different volor and version. It was meant for 'Advanced Magic Users' as the book said. But being in only basic ele. Sorcery, he knew that things might get too out of hand.
<span style='color:red'>"Look. Kip, you got to understand that if I can't control what I read in here. Then something bad, keyword 'Bad', is going to happen. This isn't even mine anyway. It's...ummm... N. Isunari's book. I cant pronounce that. Either way, I ain't readin' it. And you ain't go see it, so you ain't gonna read it either. Just try to contain yourself. If you can find anyone with Isunari in their name. You let him or her read it. " </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span>

 

OOC: "Quoted Speech"

IC: A small frown formed on Nafel's face at the other 'dragon's reply. She wasn't mad at her, there wasn't any reason to be. Some other 'dragon had probably picked the thing up. Heavens knew why, as it was boring to most 'dragons except those in her set of trades, and none of her classsmates had seen the book. <span style='color:blue'>Oh well...</span> She blinked her two-toned eyes as she thought, but then gave up. She'd work a finding spell or something on the book later.

Nafel decided to talk to the other 'dragon. There wasn't much else to do, and Nafel never passed down new friends. <span style='color:blue'>"So, what're your Trades? Mine are Elemental Sorcery and Creating Music."</span> She smiled. <span style='color:blue'>"That's why I'm interested in that book. It's about how to incorperate spell-workings into music, which is what I've been experimenting with for a while. It's actually pretty boring to anyone other than me."</span> Well, not anyone. Somebody did have to write the book, after all!

Nafel perked her ears up as she heard other 'dragons approaching.

"Look. Kip, you got to understand that if I can't control what I read in here. Then something bad, keyword 'Bad', is going to happen. This isn't even mine anyway. It's...ummm... N. Isunari's book. I cant pronounce that. Either way, I ain't readin' it. And you ain't go see it, so you ain't gonna read it either. Just try to contain yourself. If you can find anyone with Isunari in their name. You let him or her read it. "

<span style='color:blue'>Wha... Did they find it?</span> Nafel decided not to move, she didn't want to be rude to the 'dragon she was currently engaged in conversation with. Besides, the others would probably see them at some point; it sounded like they were coming towards Nafel and the other femme.

 

ooc: oh yeah
<span style='color:green'>green: descriptive text</span>
<span style='color:red'>red: Khaz(speech)</span>
<span style='color:gray'>grey: Kipcha(speech)</span>
Italics:thoughts
[italics]:telepathy(if i use it at all):P

In Character:

<span style='color:green'>Kipcha grew impatient. <span style='color:gray'>"Then ask around! It isn't yours so we should at least find out who's it is."
<span style='color:red'>"Good thinking. Why didn't you think of that before?"
<span style='color:gray'>"Because, I was too lazy, now c'mon!"
<span style='color:green'>Kipcha pulled his older brother towards the bench where the other two pendragons were sitting.
<span style='color:gray'>"OK, now you get the scent out of it. And I'll follow you."
<span style='color:red'> "Why do I have to get it?"
<span style='color:gray'>" Because I have a runny nose today, and i don't want to get it all oveer someone's book, now sniff away, Lassie!"
<span style='color:green'>Khaz growled.<span style='color:red'>"I'm gonna get you for this." <span style='color:green'>He sniffed the book. <span style='color:red'> "Hmmm...ooh... it's a girl, I can tell since it smells nice. And..." <span style='color:green'>He took another good whiff.<span style='color:red'>" She's close too. Yup, real close." <span style='color:green'>He got up and started sniffing the air, following trails of the scent... with his eyes closed. He had bumped into Nafel, not rally looking where he was going. Just more like, following his nose. He gave a hard look at Kipcha. <span style='color:red'>" She's right here. Now. You ask to your hearts content. Here's your book, miss. We found it on the grass by the tree over there."

<span style='color:green'>Kipcha stared at the much older pendragon. She was taught to treat elders with respect, so it would be a lot mor different than asking Khaz.<span style='color:gray'>" Oh... yeah, umm. Could you...uhh, do one of the spell-thingys in the book. Preety, pretty please..."</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span>

 

<span style='color:blue'>"Drawing and Healing? Nifty."</span> Nafel smiled at the other 'dragon, and would have said more. She was inturrupted, however, by two others.

" Oh... yeah, umm. Could you...uhh, do one of the spell-thingys in the book. Preety, pretty please..."

Nafel blinked and set her sight on the book. Not normal sight, mind you. She was very nearsighted, and the book was too far away to be seen clearly. She also had mage sight, however, and used it frequently. She marked all her possesions (and some of Nurano's, too) with a signiture, so she knew if something was hers when she saw it in, say, a lost and found. It was a useful little tool. As she set her sight on it, she saw what she was looking for: her mage glyph. It was her book!

She snapped out of her slight trance and looked at the other 'dragon. <span style='color:blue'>"My book!"</span> She looked at it, just to make sure that it seemed to be the correct size, and looked back at the other. <span style='color:blue'>"A spell? Erm... Ok, I suppose."</span> It was, after all, the least she could do to return the favor of returning her book. <span style='color:blue'>"Most of these require music, though. I've got a lute in my room that I generally use, but I don't suppose one of you sings? Preferablly a female, it's easier to work with someone who has natural mind magic. A guy will work too, of course."</span> Nafel didn't tell them that a guy probably wouldn't have, under other circumstances without her Spirit-form. But they didn't need to know about Luthano, did they?

She began to flip through the book until she found a spell. "Increasing Potency of Males". <span style='color:blue'>For Nurano, perhaps, but not them.</span> More flipping. "Cause Illness" <span style='color:blue'>No.</span> Then she flipped to another one. "Flights, of Fancy and Physical." <span style='color:blue'>This should be good...</span>

 

OOC: Out of order, but nobody had posted for a while...

IC: Nafel flipped her two-colored eyes over the page. The tune seemed easy enough, it was a common one. A love song, actually. She smiled, the makers of this book seemed to be fond of using songs for things other than their intended ends.

<span style='color:blue'>Wings of the stars, set me alight
So that I might find my true love tonight.
Is he black as a raven,
Harsh as a crow?
Tell me, oh star-wings,
I do need to know...
</span>

It was a simple enough old folk song. The magic around it was complex, though. It involved both visualization and control, as the spell revolved around keeping the subject in an almost perfectly formed cushion of air that wouldn't let them escape and break the spell. Nafel had seen it done before (and had it preformed on her) by Aiolos, when he studied for his journeyman's status.

<span style='color:blue'>"So... who wants to sing, and who wants to Fly?"</span> The correct term was really levitate, but 'fly' sounded more impressive, she thought.

 

<span style='color:green'>"ME!!!"</span>Kipcha shouted loudly raising her hands in the air.<span style='color:gray'>"I WANNA FLY! CHOOSE ME!! CHOOSE ME!!!</span>The thought of flying was unbearable to her. She was 'The Airhead', after all. <span style='color:gray'>So, what do I do?</span>

 

Nafel smiled at the two dragons who volunteered. <span style='color:blue'>"You two it is, then."</span> She looked at the one who had spoken first, to fly. <span style='color:blue'>"You just stand still of a moment, and when I try to... erm...</span> Nafel wasn't really sure how to describe the process. It was more of a feeling than something concrete, to be put in words. <span style='color:blue'>"You'll feel me in your mind, sort've... Don't try to close me out, or the spell won't work. Once you let me in, I'll manipulate your mind-magic with my mind-magic and elemental magic, and you'll levitate."</span> Nafel turned to the other 'dragon that had volunteered to sing. <span style='color:blue'>"OK, so what you're going to do is sing this song in this book. Do you know it?"</span> She showed her the song and waited for a reply, then decided that it probably didn't matter. <span style='color:blue'>"Here, let me sing it for you, so you know how I need it to be.

Wings of the stars, set me alight
So that I might find my true love tonight.
Is he black as a raven,
Harsh as a crow?
Tell me, oh star-wings,
I do need to know.

He was taken away
From this dry, dusty plain.
Sure that he'd never
See me again.

Wings of the stars, set me alight
So that I might find my true love tonight.
Does he fly as a raven,
Dance with a crow?
Tell me, oh star-wings,
I do need to know."</span>

Nafel drew out the last note. She loved the tune to that song, even though she couldn't sing very well. This one was easy on her deeper voice, unlike some other songs.

She raised her eyebrows. <span style='color:blue'>"So, ready to begin?"</span>