<font color='#CCCCCC'>OOC: Not surprised 'bout the suitcase thing, actually. There were people at _Middle School_ with them! My poor book bag won't fit all my binders... and they don't even have all they year's stuff in them! I have 1" binders for Social Studies, Life Sciences, Agenda and pencil case, and French. A 1 1/2" binder for Math. A folder for "Study Skills" (nutso teacher")" Math, and for French. Plus, a comp. book for Reading, and a Reading book. I'm going to have to carry one binder and my lunch. Eeek! Not very nervewracking, but my locker is a stubborn a-hole... Gr. >.< BIC: Nafel began rehearsing, trying to look somewhat normal. As Aiolos arrived with Nurano tailing him, she took a few deep breaths and smiled. Nurano spoke up first. "Let's let the happy couple exchange congragulations... " He nudged Aiolos to Kujai, and made a gesture with his head to Nafel. She followed him. They were soon a good distance away, out of hearing range. "Er... hey." Nafel blushed, as this was the beggining of her doomed monologue. "You know what the Spirit-form thing said about who can see a Spirit-form? Those who the person wants to see it, and those close to them? Well... when I called Luthano, you were the only one who could see him... not Kujai or Aiolos." She took a deep breath. "What the book said was that those close to you can see it... And I didn't know what that meant. You three are the best friends I have. And if they couldn't see it..." Nurano smiled, not daring to hope for where he thought this was heading. "Look... I think you could see it because I er... well..." Nurano couldn't stand to see her suffering through her by now vivid red blush. "You like me?" Nafel nodded mutely. He grinned. She began to speak again. "Look, I know you probably don't like me back and all, but I just wanted you to know... I'll still be your friend if you don't, it doesn't matter." Actually, it did, but this happened to be the price she paid for giving this little speech. She started up again. Nurano interrupted her. "Look, quit blushing scarlet, would you? You're making the shady, no good, Nurano feel embaressed! Shame, my friend, shame. And you can quit worrying, I like you too." Nafel gawked. "But... how... I'm only 1600, I'm meek, a musiker, and not at all like you!" He grinned. "I'm not like Aiolos, hon. I couldn't stand having a mate just like me! We'd never see each other, much less talk. You're not like that... you are stable, caring, and listen well." She protested again. Nurano, tired of this, though hopelessly elated, kissed her. This had the desired effect of quieting her down for a moment, untill he nuzzled her head and suggested they head back. She smiled, walking closer then she would have ever dared before, and probably one of the happiest 'Dragons on Ramath-lehi.</font>
<font color='698AAB'>\\ OOC: hehe, I know! All my notebooks hardly fit in my bag. I'll probably end up taking out my class' books and carrying them to the building and room, because otherwise, I just might end up breaking the strap! (They're all so heavy. lmao! ) \\ IC Meanwhile.. Aiolos is nudged toward Kujai, who was sitting quite happily. This was probably the longest time her mood hadnt swung to something violent or depressed! Maybe being a mother would still her torrential emotions some.. Before Aiolos can speak, Kujai begins, <span style='color:#CB9201'>"Have fun teaching?"</span> <span style='color:#AC0A0A'>"I.. er, yes. I did."</span> She grins, <span style='color:#CB9201'>"I'm telling you, you should be a teacher. You'd like it. And then you'd get to arm all your students against the boogie 'dragon."</span> Aiolos looks at her, <span style='color:#AC0A0A'>"Possibly, we can discuss that later."</span> <span style='color:#CB9201'>"Well what else do we have to discuss?"</span> <span style='color:#AC0A0A'>"Would you please quite your jibes and tangential comments? I'm trying to say something."</span> <span style='color:#CB9201'>"Then say it, I'm waiting."</span> He eyes her, and deciding against starting a fight that would undoubtedly not end well, he sighs heavily, <span style='color:#AC0A0A'>"I want to wish you congratulations, and ask that I'm allowed to stay around for the child."</span> <span style='color:#CB9201'>"If that's a proposal, it's the worst one I've ever heard. Besides, I don't want to wed anyone, it's nothing personal."</span> <span style='color:#AC0A0A'>"I know that. And I'd never force you to. I just don't want to wake up one day and you've disappeared."</span> <span style='color:#CB9201'>"Nor I, because I'd hunt you down, and probably kill you when I found you."</span> cheeky smile. <span style='color:#AC0A0A'>"Same here, maybe except for the killing part: just maim you a bit.."</span> he smiles. Good goddess, he smiles. Well, maybe this little bundle of joy ( /magically-inclined monster) was a good thing for both of them. She steps forward for a cuddle and smootch, nuzzling her cheek into his chest and neck. He places a hand atop one of her own, and in this manner, they wait for the return and verdict of Nafel and Nurano's conversation.</font>
<font color='#CCCCCC'>OOC: I. Hate. Piano. Teachers. >.< BIC: Nurano was first to catch sight of them. "Oy, is that _Aiolos_ cracking a smile? Can't be! Kujai, where'd you put Aio's body?" He grinned and waved, still quite elated. Nafel chose a quieter mode of communication, IE one that didn't startle all the birds out of the trees. 'Pathing to Kujai, she was beaming. {It went well! Yay!} That was about all she could say, as they then arrived next to their friends, plopping down onto the ice. "Can we go? I'm getting ice-cicles on my tail-flame!" Yet again, Nurano. "We can continue all of this..." he coughed. "Inside!" Nafel 'Pathed to Kujai. {So... what did Aio say? Pleased? Scared? Surprised?}</font>
<font color='698AAB'>\\ OOC: That's one of the better reasons I never learned any instrument. My voice was MORE than enough.. (Vocal teachers are pure evil..) ^^;; \\ IC Aiolos' ear-to-ear smiles fades to a happy smirk, as Kujai replies, <span style='color:#CB9201'>"Oh, it's here, alright - I'm just a god influence."</span> big grin. Aiolos rolls his eyes mockingly. Kujai elbows him. Aio looks at Nurano, <span style='color:#AC0A0A'>"So when's the next transport, exactly?"</span> While Kujai telepaths back, even her mental voice beaming happily, <span style='color:#CB9201'>{Very pleased! It definitely went well. And best yet, he's just about promised to not turn tail and run as soon as our critter hatches.}</span> She pauses, <span style='color:#CB9201'>{And you? You two look happy! Am I correct in assuming the talk went well?}</span> Kujai winks.</font>
<font color='#CCCCCC'>OOC: I still think piano teachers are eviller. I've never met a piano teacher I liked... and I've been taking since 2nd grade. Lockers are evil too... 'Specially _my_ locker... Minion of Satan... Gah. BIC: Nurano laughed at Kujai's comment. "If you're a good influence, I'd hate to see a bad one!" Grinning, he stood up and shook the snow of his immaculate black coat. "Lessee... I think the next transport is in about half of an hour. Do you want to head on back?" Nafel, her eyes shining, 'Pathed Kujai back. {I can hardly picture Aiolos bolting from something so small and tame as a baby 'Dragon... Though if it's yours, I might leave out tame. As for the conversation, yes, it went well, and yes, we are.. er... "together" I guess. Yay!} Her teeth blended in with the paile snow.</font>
<font color='698AAB'>\\ OOC: oh my, I'm exhausted.. >_< Walked around my campus all this afternoon, finding my buildings and my classes so I'm not frantic to find my classes next monday. And I hardly think running up to someone and squealing/screaming something along the lines of "DO YOU KNOW WHERE MY CLASS IS?!?!" will get me very far. Actually they'll probably tell me to get medication for whatever problem I have and call the resident cops. LOL. (We've got a whole squad of police officers on bikes, horses, and in cars on campus. It's great. hehe) \\ IC Aiolos nods at Nurano, <span style='color:#AC0A0A'>"I believe that would be a good idea; to make sure we don't miss it. Besides, Meira will probably be wondering how everything went."</span> And she would; his blind sibling loved to hear about things she hadn't done, just for the sake of good conversation and to feel included, since her lack of visual sight left her out of many things. Kujai grins, telepathing, <span style='color:#CB9201'>{Hah! But I agree, it'll definitely be true to leave out 'tame' in their description. And, I'm quite happy for you! Told you it would be alright.}</span> Aio stands, and Kujai follows suit, both prepared to move, whenever Nurano and Nafel were prepared. <span style='color:#CB9201'>"Now we just need to think about baby names."</span> Kujai suddenly exclaims. Aiolos looks at her. <span style='color:#AC0A0A'>"We aren't even carrying around an egg and you're already spouting about names? You need to find a reliable seer, to know the gender and personality of the babe, then we'll talk about names."</span> <span style='color:#CB9201'>"Pft. I'll still think about names regardless of seeing a seer or not! I'm patient enough to wait for it's hatchday!"</span> Well. That was today. Tomorrow she'd be frantic enough to learn the gender of her child that she'd be pestering every seer she could find.</font>
<font color='#CCCCCC'>OOC: Yeah, we have one police officer in a car and his german sheperd. I had 20 minutes of French homework, on the 2nd day of class! On the other hand, I got my locker to open! Yay! BIC: Nafel grinned at the 'Baby Names' discussion and held her tounge. 'Pathing Kujai for the last time, she was more than happy. {Yep, it did go well! Would you mind telling Aiolos? It'd make for less of an akward silence on the transport back home...} Nurano heaved his frozen paws into the air, two at a time. He spoke up. "I'm sure you can find a reliable seer on the Janardian campus... there's a Journeyman or Master in there somewhere..." Nafel, far more interested in the Baby Names/Seer topic then either male seemed to be, started talking. "So... what gender do you want it to be? What color?" She enjoyed guessing games, and this was no exception. Joining Nurano, Nafel began to walk back to the transport, figuring that Kujai and Aiolos would follow them. Her black feathers studded with ice, she shook them like a dog, snow flying everywhere.</font>
<font color='698AAB'>\\ OOC: I own a german shepherd! It's my favorite breed, right above akitas. She's mah baaaby. Psychotic dog as she gets up in years. But mah baby nonetheless. XD Sorry it's taken me a day and a half to reply, many errands for last minute stuffs. :P \\ IC Both Aio and Kujai walking happily with the other two, Kujai telepaths back, <span style='color:#CB9201'>{Now before I open my mouth and get in trouble, you mean privately telling him, or verballing making a discussion out of it?}</span> She was always one to cause trouble, and would've done what she pleased, had she not known the two of them. But since she did, and considered Nurano and Nafel a rather cute couple, she wasn't going to be the cause of any discomfort! Aiolos nods, <span style='color:#AC0A0A'>"Most likely. The older ones are off by themselves, but it wouldn't take long to find someone to give us a good answer."</span> He was rather unenthralled with the discussion; he found it a waste of time, but there wasn't much else to talk about, therefore he didn't just clam up. Kujai grins at Nafel, <span style='color:#CB9201'>"I don't know, really! Hoping for a girl, I think.. colors will probably one of ours, or a mixture, or maybe even a mutation!"</span> she looks at Aiolos who looked bored, and noticing his demeanor, sticks her tongue out at him before turning back to Nafel.</font>
<font color='#CCCCCC'>OOC: Lol, issok. German sheperds are nice, but I'm a cat person. *pulls out I my cat sticker* BIC: Nafel looked at Nurano, apparently 'pathing him. He raised his eyebrows, grinned, and nodded. She 'pathed back to Kujai. {If you want to make a discussion of it, you can. Nurano and I don't mind. Besides, Aiolos looks a tad bored.} She turned her head towards the unamused Mage. Nurano looked at Aiolos, and decided to try to make him at least look interested. "Hey Aio, don't look like your pet plant died! You're going to be a 'dah-dee'. Heh." His eyes twinkled as he thought about a baby 'Dragon calling Aiolos 'dah-dee.' He gave up, it was impossible.</font>
<font color='698AAB'>\\ OOC: hehe! I own three all black cats, and one silver tabby. (All male, all neutered, all indoor-only) And being all male, it's absolutely hilarious to watch them play fight over a sunny spot, or the couch, or even one of us. Them territorial males.. XD \\ IC Kujai grins, momentarily forgetting her task of bringing up Nurano and Nafel's item-ship, and looks at Aio for his reaction. Aiolos turns his head to slowly look at Nurano, one eyebrow raised, <span style='color:#AC0A0A'>"How can I not look bored over this? There's no gurgling niotie to name, nor have a seer look into their future, therefore the discussion is moot. .... And the thought of being called 'dah-dee' is slightly unnerving.."</span> he scrunches up his face. Kujai's mood swings from happy go lucky, to mischevious rogue in a flash. She drops about a foot behind, and begins mouthing some words to a rather long an intricate spell. All in an instant, there are several infant pendragon pups bouncing around them. Rather real looking, all composites of Aiolos and Kujai. Some black, some red, some gold, some mixtures of the colors, some with six legs like Kujai, markings like Aiolos, and one even has horns, like Kujai. Aiolos pins his ears at the bouncy perky pendragon pups, and raises his eyebrow even further, as one trots right through his arm. An illusion. A rather good one, too. They actually looked real. Immediately he looks back to Kujai, who was walking far too innocently for his trust in her having nothing to do with the multiple indepedent holograms. Kujai stops and grins, looking at Nurano and Nafel, whom she'd included in the spell, so they would be able to see the happy little pups too. <span style='color:#CB9201'>"Ahh.. the extent of dark magic is unbelieveable, isn't it?"</span> followed by a giggle. Aiolos just sighs heavily and shakes his head, as the illusions continue to bounce around all of them, even interacting with one another, <span style='color:#AC0A0A'>"You're incorrigible."</span> She takes a bow, grinning from ear to ear, <span style='color:#CB9201'>"Why thank you!"</span></font>
<font color='#CCCCCC'>OOC: Yay cats! ^_^ It's the weekend, I am finally free! *does a little dance* BIC: Nafel and Nurano looked at the little illusions and burst out laughing. Nafel catiously poked one of the pups, who looked at her, much as a young 'Dragon would. She spoke up. "Very nice illusions! Oh, they're adorable!" Nurano grinned at Nafel's happiness, and continued to stay level with Aiolos. "So... I wonder how old they'll be before the dicover that they can set things on fire by thinking about it?" He pictured that, his eyes twinkling. Both of them felt quite content. Nafel was in love with the illusions, and Nurano enjoyed teasing his friend. They made their way, however slowly, to the transport, grinning and laughing all the way.</font>
<font color='698AAB'>\\ OOC: *runs around screaming* One more day, and I'm trapped! XD I got a papercut today 'cause I wasn't paying attention. >_O; Doesn't hurt too bad, but it might take me a while to type for the next few days since I'm only using 9 of 10 fingers, and I'm making many mistakes this way! (erm.. more mistakes than usual! ) lmao! \\ IC Aiolos looks at Nurano, <span style='color:#AC0A0A'>"You know, I'm starting to think I should be afraid of Kujai and my child, if they have even half of our ability.."</span> <span style='color:#CB9201'>"And temper."</span> Kujai adds, grinning devilishly, once more. Aiolos smirks, <span style='color:#AC0A0A'>"And temper.."</span> He looks back at Kujai, <span style='color:#AC0A0A'>"Are you sure it's a good thing for us to have even met?"</span> Kujai snickers, <span style='color:#CB9201'>"Oh not to worry! The world needs a little chaos.. besides, with us as parents, by the time our pup is on their own, there won't be a pendragon alive that could catch them!"</span> Aiolos continues smirking, yes, that had been one thought - no parent wants their young one in jail. Then again, Kujai was right. With a mixture of both her parents genes she'd be unstopable. .... ... ...... He looks back at her, and repeats the question, <span style='color:#AC0A0A'>"Are you sure it's a good thing for us to have even met?"</span> Which just sends Kujai into a fit of laughter as they walk towards the transport.</font>
<font color='#CCCCCC'>OOC: Papercuts = Bad. *snickers* Treasure your last day of freedom! BIC: Nurano, hearing the exchange, gave a slight smirk. "Oh, the teachers at Janardian need a little challange. They're too used to having students that either won't surpass them... or will surpass them, but don't know it." Nafel started to ignore the illusions, so they wouldn't leave her behind. Trotting up to Nurano's side, she 'Pathed Kujai. {So... what did I miss? Did you tell them?} Nafel wanted to know, so as to know how to behave... Not that she was very worried. Nurano spoke up again, this to to Nafel. "So, are you going to tell you teachers about the Spirit-form? They are going to find out eventually, if one of them or a close student friend happens to see it... and that would be akward. Really akward." Nafel thought about it for a moment. "I don't know. I suppose I'll tell them, but is it really necessary? I don't think I'm ever going to be doing that strong of a working in my Elemental Magic classes, it is my Secondary trade and all. Though maybe I should change it to my Primary. I've been thinking about it for a while, considering these events, I think it might be wise." Nurano nodded. Looking to Aiolos, he querried the soon-to-be 'dahdee.' "Can you do that? I don't know if it's allowed... Though I don't see why not. But if they ask her why, then she has to have a realistic cover. What do you guys think?"</font>
<font color='698AAB'>\\ OOC: Ooooooh, so much homework.. XP Â Oh well, two more days to get it all done to turn in on monday and tuesday. LOL. Still have to finish reading a whole bunch, clean lecture notes, etcetc. It was good, though. Â I love my professors. My science professor is insane; he's certafiably nuts, but in a really funny way. And my american government professor is sarcastic and cutting, so I lover her, too. Funniest thing of all is my composition teacher hates reading, (yes, comp prof hates reading... XD ) and so we're pretty much discussing everything. lmao! Sorry again to have disappeared without a trace. Gak. :P Â *hides* ^^;;; \\ IC Kujai shrugs, her place was not in the academic world. In all honesty, her trades weren't exactly legal... Aiolos nods, <span style='color:#AC0A0A'>"You should be able to change your trades.. you'll just need to speak with the administration of Janardan. As for a cover..."</span> he pauses to think. Meanwhile, Kujai 'paths to Nafel, <span style='color:#CB9201'>{No, haven't told him yet. I'm guessing I will next lull in conversation, so there won't be any awkward silences.}</span> Her mood had swung again, from mischevious savage to a calmly thoughtful 'dragon. Aiolos looks at Nafel as he walks, <span style='color:#AC0A0A'>"Your cover can be the desire to work at your magic. You could even turn it into an almost spoilt-brat turned desire: your peers are all rather magically inclined, aren't they? And your family is reputed for magical ability. Use that."</span> he nods. <span style='color:#AC0A0A'>"After a while of watching others creating magic, and obviously knowing your own background, you decided to not be left in the dust of your peers."</span> Aiolos looks where he's walking again, trying to make out the shape of where the transport will be in the distance, <span style='color:#AC0A0A'>"That way, the discovery of your spirit-form is kept hidden. Now that you know you're capable of very powerful spells, you'll have to slowly show improvement, and pretend failure every now and again. Generally magic is learned, not turned on like a machina switch. Be 'normal' and you'll fly under the radar; no one will even know."</span> Kujai looks at Aio, and a grin slowly creeps over her face, <span style='color:#CB9201'>"You've got quite a devious mind..!"</span> Aiolos raises an eyebrow and looks at her, the smallest of playful smirks at the corner of his muzzle, <span style='color:#AC0A0A'>"You're only just noticing this? My talent at magic is not the only reason I'm widely gossiped about and generally shunned, my dear."</span> Kujai giggles at him and starts bouncing across the frozen ground. She was capable of this type of travel, because six legs offered more stability than four! Aio opens his mouth to try and stop her, thinking of the child, but closes it just as quick. She probably wouldn't be happy being told what to do.. and of anyone, she was mostly likely to take care of herself without hassle.</font>
<font color='#CCCCCC'>OOC: *looks for Zeva, sees her, and pokes her with a large stick* I'm seeing the Ramses exhibit tommorow! My Social Studies teacher is going to be there, and I'm going there with my family. ^_^ Issok, my internet connection has been screwy anyway. Nafel won't change her trades for a little bit, I'm in a thread three days from now, and she said her Primary Trade was Composing, but she mentions wanting to change them... Hehe. She sucks at lying. BIC: Nafel nodded. "I wonder how long it will take for the paper work to go through... As for keeping my power in check, I think I can pretend failure easilly enough... I've held myself back in music lessons before just so I won't make my teachers kill me. As for a gradual rise, I don't think that will be as easy. Hm..." She paused, thinking. "I could take a break from studies, and say I'm traveling, getting private tutoring. I come back in a month with substantially increased power, but I've had private education, so it's expected. Hey Nurano," Nurano looked up. "didn't you say you were going to visit your parents soon?" Nurano nodded, catching on. "I'm sure they won't mind meeting you. Haven't brought home a femme before, this should be interesting." He chuckled, saying no more. He figured his parents would be OK with the whole thing, she was sweet and wholesome and they got along well. Plus, he came from a line of 'dark underlings' that really didn't care anyway. "I had planned on going early in Tessera, so I don't think you'll have any trouble." Nafel grinned, happy to be meeting her mate's parents. She had forgotten Aiolos hadn't heard, but she didn't think he'd be overly surprised.</font>
<font color='698AAB'>\\ OOC: How'd ya like the exhibit? When we went there, the museum guards took away my mother's umbrella. LOL! Apparently they thought she'd go hard rock musician and smash things with it.. ^_^ *giggles* The mummy itself was awesome, too. Even the sarcophogi downstairs of the mummies with incredibly long names. My brother and I, who love everything ancient, had fun trying to pronounce the 20-character long names. hehehe. I loved that whole upstairs room, too, with the cloth replicas of the wall paintings. \\ IC Aiolos smirks at Nafel's inference to her bad lying. <span style='color:#AC0A0A'>"You should view your inability to lie very well as a good thing, because it shows off your honesty. You're not entirely handicapped, either. As you've proved, you can lie when you need to; holding back so as not to irritate professors."</span> Kujai, still happily bouncing around about ten feet in front of them, turns and grins at Nafel, <span style='color:#CB9201'>"Nurano can give you fibbing lessons! I'm sure he can lie, cheat and steal with the best!"</span> She was rather proud of all the illegal trades, probably more so than those with legal trades are of theirs! Aiolos decides not to touch on the subject of Nurano's taking Nafel home. He, himself, did not get along well with his own family, excepting Meira, so they had little knowledge of him at his current state and talent, and probably didn't even know of Kujai, much less that the two of them were to soon be parents. Kujai's family was loving enough, though disappointed in her, and she'd rather separated himself from them, for different reasons. Aio, nonetheless, flashes a proud side glance at Nurano, <span style='color:#AC0A0A'>"Congratulations. To the two of you, I guess I should say."</span> A small smile brims at the corner of his muzzle as he looks between the two, then forward to the giddy Kujai.</font>
<font color='#CCCCCC'>OOC: Yeah, it was really cool. I liked the shreded papyrus that they had, where they had written the interrigation of some grave robbers. It was nifty. ^_^ BIC: Nurano laughed at Kujai's comment, and did an elegant four-legged-bow. "Well, I don't like to brag, but- " He was cut off by a snowball hitting him on the head. Nafel simply giggled, as her projectile had found its target. "Gotchya! Liar, you like praise." She ducked as Nurano reacted simply by tossing another frozen ball and hitting her in the leg. Nurano snorted at a wildly off target snowball, tossing another (smaller) one at Kujai, hitting her in the rump. Nurano figured she'd be much better at this, being able to use her extra arms, and was prepared to run.</font>
<font color='698AAB'>\\ OOC: The artifacts in the museum are so cool, I just wish it were bigger, y'know? But then, it was a family trip, so while I would've liked to spend three hours there reading and looking at everything again (since last time I was there was about five years ago, besides the three weeks ago. LOL) I had two brothers who wanted to run through the rest and just look at Ramses I. \\ IC After her rump is attacked by flying compounded showflakes, Kujai skids about two feet before her claws lash out and take instant traction on the ground. Grining devilishly, she whips around to look at the three of them. Aio was walking rather stoically, as if ignoring them. But the other two were grinning, and Nurano had this unmistakable guilty-without-remorse aura about him, so truly guilty or not, he becomes her target. She charges, four legs galloping in his direction, while the other two snatch up snow. She chucks two snowballs in his general vicinity, hoping one will hit. Not having used magic to guide them, she hadn't a clue if her aim would stay true, or falter. Either way, she prepares two more, and turns to Nafel, sighting the younger femm as her next snowball-splatter target! Aiolos, meanwhile, was quite content to pretend he was was above and beyond such childish things as throwing snowballs at one another. But he was in a good enough mood that he wasn't going to chastize them, he'd "suffer" their playfulness in watchful silence.</font>
<font color='#CCCCCC'>OOC: Yeah, the little turquoise statuette things were cool. So were the cat mummies and stuff. ^_^ BIC: Nurano snorted as a icy ball hit his shoulder, thanks to Kujai. Instead of retaliating, he 'pathed her and Nafel. {Hey.. Let's see if we can get the high and mighty Aiolos hit... How 'bout we all toss snowballs at him on three? You game?} Nafel nodded, but kept up the game, hurtling another at her femme nemesis. She ducked the ones hurtled at her, but was still hit in the wings, which she couldn't move very well. She 'pathed back, including Kujai as well. {Oh, that'd be fun. What do you think Kujai?} Nurano grinned, tossing another snowball at his mate. This was the best time he'd had in ages, and that was saying a lot, considering what he got into on his days as a hireling Spy. It did pay off, even if it was illegal and in Bhim. Then again... almost everything in the markets was illegal, so if it was in Bhim that went without saying. Nafel, however, was not considering such light-hearted persuits. Her thoughts tended to go around in circles. I hope his parents like me... We'll only have been together for a quarter or so when we get there... But we've been friends for almost a year... I'm a good girl. But maybe they won't like that, if they're spies. But... Nurano was raised by them, and he turned out well. But what if he's the exception? She paused to chuck another snowball. Well... he's taking me, like it or not. I'm going to go, and if they don't like me, that's THEIR problem!</font>
<font color='ECE5CE'>\\ OOC: I'm such a wonderful slacker!!!!!! I abuse exclamation points!!!!!!! .... !!!!!!!! XD .... *runs before she's beaten to a pulp* \\ IC Kujai grins nastily, <span style='color:#CB9201'>{Ooo.. I like this.. I'll draw his attention, you two pelt him silly! You'll make me proud, won't you?}</span> mental winkwinknudgenudge, and Kujai flops over dramatically. <span style='color:#CB9201'>"Ooooo.. soaking wet and coooold.."</span> She rolls over on the frozen ground, moaning like a sick beast. Well she was sick. In the head. Aiolos raises an eyebrow at his significant other, knowing full well she was being an over-the-top drama queen. But he didn't want her to get so cold in her attempt to get him to cater to her, that she ended up actually being hurt, or hurting their child-to-be. So standing, he trots over to her. In her flipping around, she'd put significant space between herself and the happily snowball-throwing pair, so when Aio stops, his back is turned to them. <span style='color:#AC0A0A'>"Now what exactly do you want me to do for you?"</span> He looks at her writhing matter-of-factly, without any hint of discernable concern. She just looks up at him and pouts, <span style='color:#CB9201'>"Aren't you supposed to be my warrior in shining armor?"</span> Aiolos smirks at that, <span style='color:#AC0A0A'>"If you hadn't noticed, I'm not wearing armor, nor am I silver.."</span> he would continue his mild lecture on all the reasons he was not buying her act under any circumstances... unless of course something stopped him. Such as something usually white and fluffy, was compacted and thrown at high speeds, to impact the back of his skull...</font>
