<font color='698AAB'>\\ OOC: Feel free to join in, if you're in the area! Â They're on the very north of the continent, above the middle jungle, but below the desert. \\ BIC Day: 48th Month: Mia Year: 81376 Meira trots along the powdered snow gaily. It was only a few inches deep this time of the season, and on this part of the continent. Anyone flying from above would probably have missed her, seeing as her back is entirely white. Of course, the only knowledge of snow she had was that it was cold, and when you waded in it long enough it melted and refroze to your fur. This was all she knew, because she is blind. Completely. Colors meant nothing than pretty words she had never experienced. Not that it mattered! "Why do you keep trying to ditch me?" a deep voice questions her, sounding annoyed and tired. Turning her head to the right, seeing as that's where the voice of her brother came from, Meira grins, "Because it's fun to aggrivate you! And I don't need a guardian, thank you!" Aiolos sighs. With his deep blue eyes he spots the fallen tree, covered in snow a few feet in front of his trotting sister and calls, "Labesusaym!" but the tree didn't do more than shudder; some branches were firmly stuck in the frozen ground. Meira, used to hearing her brother call out spells, recognizes this one as his levitation spell. Prior to his shouting, however, she'd already "known" the tree was there. So? She gaily leaps over it, without a single problem. "When are you going to stop worrying about me?" she calls with a laugh. Aiolos pins his ears and huffs, "When one of us is dead. And if it's me, you can be sure I'll haunt you from Fronima."</font>
<font color='698AAB'>Meira turns her head again in the direction of Aiolos and laughs, "Oh, please. Like you'd really want to spend all your time haunting me, when you could be busy terrifying others with nightmares!" She stops, and turns to where she could hear him walking. Aiolos continues walking, his black and red form sticking out in the white scenery like a sore thumb. But with his magical prowess, he didn't really care. And besides that: he was busy arguing with his little sister. Though, she did have a point. He breaks into a snort snicker, "That would be a very good use of my time." Meira grins, eyes still -per usual- closed, "And you think I don't pay attention." she stand again and continues moving, this time though, at a subdued walk. Aiolos had stopped when she did, but continues again, "No, you don't! You don't pay attention nearly enough." Meira ignores him and starts singing a little improvised ballad as she walks. No words, just the tune. She wasn't a good songwriter, but she could give life to the words put to notes! Aiolos smiles in spite of himself - he rarely smiled, but when he did, the cause was usually his sister. Meira pauses and whips her head to direct her voice at where he was walking; "You're smiling aren't you?" Aiolos turns the smile to a smirk, and the smirk into a straight face, "No." Meira grins knowingly and continues forward, walking sideways around a rock, and back the other way around a tree root. She picks up her song where she'd left off, letting her voice echo delightfully through the area. Aiolos really couldn't figure out how she did it; avoid just about everything in her way, and with the way he badgered her, he doubted she'd tell him the entire truth. In any case, it wouldn't matter; he'd still be a nervous and worried, older brother.</font>
<font color='698AAB'>{So, you want to know how I do it, huh?} Meira telepaths to her brother. It doesn't startle or surprise her brother that she had spoken mentally to him; but then again, he was rarely caught off guard. "No." Meira grins, {Don't lie. I'm female. Remember?} Aiolos smirks, yes, he remembered. Nosey females and their pushy minds. {Good. Glad you remembered!} "Why must you probe?" {'Cause I'm good at it. Just like you and your elemental sorcery.} Aiolos huffs, "Didn't work all to well today." {That's only because you didn't bank on it being frozen to the ground.} Aiolos nods, "I should have broken the ground, and warmed the tree then lifted it." He knew where his mistakes were. {Don't forget it, either!} Meira giggles, coming to a small stream, barely more than a trickle, considering everything was still iced, though not nearly as thick as in the middle of the season. She deftly leaps across it, and prances around the other side, digging away at the sparse snow to uncover the grass beneath, before settling down. Aiolos continues following, and talking to his younger sister, knowing that should anyone be listening, it would sound like he was talking to himself; or rather, just his side of the conversation, and the other voice unheard and unknown.</font>
<font color='698AAB'>\\ OOC: Join on in! \\ IC Aiolos watches her settle down and whispers, "Haus." Instantly, heat was generated beneath them, melting the snow and ice, then evaporating it, and finally, warming the frozen ground. Meira turns her head to him, feeling the temperature of the ground go up several noticable degrees. "You are such a pain." Aiolos looks at his blind sister, "Why? Because I don't want you to catch a cold?" She nods, smirking, but a little miffed, "That's exactly why. I'm a big girl, Aiolos." She hated everyone taking care of her. It just wasn't satisfing to be doted on constantly by overprotective family members.</font>
<font color='#FDD017'>Tiny paws collided with the crusted-over snow, sodium-orange eyes fixed on the space in front of her as she moved along. It was a bit chilly, and the wind nipped at the long mane and thin pelt that covered her small body. She was aware that it was dangerous for her to wander anywhere alone, but it had never stopped her before. Being scarsely larger than any average housecat, she was far more vulnerable to the more aggressive creatures of Ramath. Pink tongue flickered out to pass briefly over thin lips before drating back in, the small 'dragon lifting her head alertly. The sound of voices had long ago invaded her long ears, and she drew back her lips, sucking the cold air past her teeth. Ach, others. It had been at least a week since she had spoken to any others but, she had to admit, she was feeling quite social. So with that in mind, she trotted towards the voices that invaded her senses. Coming up to th eleft and slightly behind them, she crouched low and called out an inquiry-greeting. "Hy! Fhy'ja iyo, shaja?" OoC: FYI, she only speaks in Pendragon. She thinks English is inferior. :P</font>
<font color='698AAB'>Meira's head snaps in the direction the voice came from, and she listens carefully, telepathing to her brother, {You know I don't understand Ramathian. What'd they say?} She didn't know any more Ramathian than Aiolos' more commonly used spells. Aiolos doesn't answer her. He flicks his ears, then slowly turns his head in the direction of the voice. He returns, speaking a little louder than normal, but he wasn't going to shout, "Fa'ja nempemd yoj rotematt, haja." Meira pauses at the lofty tone in his voice and snorts, speaking aloud, "You're being rude aren't you." It was an acusation, not a question. And just in case whomever it was could understand english, she didn't want them to think she was as rude as her kin. Aiolos looks at his sister, "And if I am?" If Meira could glare, she would. Being blind, however, cut that idea out. But the ticked aura she directs at him could be taken for a very stern glare. It was easy to torment him this way. He liked her happy, and would do anything to keep his "lil' sister" safe and happy. Aiolos sighs, and shouts again to the one who'd contacted them first, "Ni muna et Aiolos Vhaamanir ump shet et ni tetsaj, Meira. Nedhs iyo sall na fhy iyo uja?" Meira smiles, hearing his and her own name in the midst of Ramathian, she knew he was finally being peaceable. Now, she just had to just keep him that way.</font>
<font color='#FDD017'>"E'n toja iyo uja. Fut shus fhus E uctap?" She rose from her crouch, striding forwards towards the two much larger creatures with several esy, cat-like strides. It was then that her small size became apparent to them - well, Aiolos, at any rate, since those unseeing cannot gather such information. Bright eyes fixed on them both, she studied them for a moment, violet-plumed tail extended behind her, silver pendant still swaying slightly, settling from her recent movement. Though small, she gave the impression of being swift, of being cunning. Not the one you'd want on your side if you were in a fight, but your best ally were you trying to flee. She shifted her weight slightly, head canted slightly to one side, still watching them both intently. When she was satisfied, she plopped down upon her haunches and stared a them both a little dully before speaking once more, her voice just as slight as her form. "E un kullap Zeikara Deiys. Hylp iyoj symdoa, Aiolos - E naum iyo my hujn. Mys leca E kyolp py iyo umi, abam ev E fumsap sy."</font>
<font color='698AAB'>Meira turn her head in the direction that this one walked, while her brother spoke softly. His speech was low not to try and make it impossible for Zeikara to hear, but because he was reiterating what she'd said, "Her name is Zeikara Deiys." While that was all he relayed to his sibling, he decided to be cautious of Zeikara for the time being. Size meant reletively little when it came to the use of magics. Meira nods, "Ask her if she understand modern speech, that way you'll only have to tell me what she says, and not the other way around." Aiolos goes to open his mouth when Meira adds, "Ask her what brought her around here on a lovely day like today, would you?" He sighs tolerantly at his younger sister, but looks to the small pendragon as he speaks, "Meira fumst sy cmyf ev iyo ompajtsump nypajm tgaakh. Ut fall ut fhus rjyodhs iyo haja sypui." Meira smirks a little, and mumbles mostly to herself, but more than loud enough to be heard, "Somehow I doubt you were very polite, Aio.." Aiolos pays no attention at all to his sister's comment.</font>
<font color='#FDD017'>She sat on her haunches there, her entire small form relaxed, an amued half-smile crossing her lips. She had been in their company a matter of minutes and already she could see that these two had a very... interesting... relationship. She couldn't help but be reminded of her own brother, so long ago... but that was all in the past, and it mattered not. Not that Zei was the sort to completely disregard the past - she was fascinated by history - but she didn't find her own personal past to be of much practical use to anyone, especially not herself. "I understand, and speak well. E tengli khyyta mys sy jali ym u butsli emvajeyj lumdouda vyj ni yjpemuji kynnomekuseym. Pyat tha ymli cmyf nypajm?" She shook her head again, violet mane settling about her with a faint rustle. "Simple wanderings bring me out, exploration as with all of my life. I like to escape my books, occasionally."</font>
<font color='698AAB'>Aiolos nods, responding to Zeikara, "Omvyjsomusali tha pyat." He throws a tired look at his younger sibling, "Ump tha javotat sy las na saukh haj." He turns back to the golden 'dragon, "Gajhugt taaemd umyshaj tyol vloamsli tgauc es kyolp gajtoupa haj sy laujm." Of course, what he meant was less pushy and obstinate, like himself, as well as, someone well learned without being snobbish, like many who chose to learn the language. Meira was less concerned with Aiolos conversing in Ramathian now that she knew Zeikara could speak the modern tongue. So, the teen 'dragon strikes up a conversation, in pure fantastical agreement with her. "I love escaping-" "Too much." Aiolos mutters. "-the stuffy schools and heavy workloads to explore the environment." She'd continued without a pause, as if Aiolos had never interrupted. The blind pendragon grins brightly, tilting her head up to the sky, even though she couldn't see it. "They think I'll get into trouble or danger if I'm out alone." she scoffs jubilantly, "Hardly!" She opens her eyes and blinks, before leaving them closed as they had been this whole time, and for a moment, her ruby eyes were visible. But her pupils are still, and will always stay, a clouded murky green, not a rich black like a normal 'dragon.</font>
<font color='#FDD017'>A soft chuckle was coaxed forth from the normally morose Librarian, a quizzical look cast at the younge female for just a moment before she addressed her brother once more. "Es et nyja shum sha lumdouda yv ni symdoa - es et sha lumdouda yv sha ryyct, sha lumdouda yv ni haujs. Es tuppamt na sy taa shyta fhy py mys feth sy laujm es." With that almost dreary sentiment, she nodded sagely and turned her attentions again to the young modern-speaking female. He previous statement in Ramathian to Aiolos was not at all untrue... it did sadden her to see those that would not take up the tongue of their ancestors, the tongue of their people. There was so much to be learned in their rich language - not to mention to scores of literature that had never ben translated, a pet project of hers that she spent much of her time with. But this girl, at least she had some semblance of an excuse. Ramathian probably wasn't much of a help to her at all, since she couldn't read. "School can get tiresome at times, but it is a necessary thing. Without school, you cannot be who you wish to be, or do in life what you want. I myself find the school - its library - to be my haven. I guess that you don't visit the library often, since you, er, can't really read. I'm the librarian at Janardian."</font>
<font color='698AAB'>Meira grins happily, "But for me, it doesn't really help all that much, because unless the class is a lecture, I can't take it." A mirthful giggle erupts, "Maybe they could program machina to read books for me!" The girl knew this was incredibly unlikely, she just liked playing with the fact she was blind; she needed no sympathy, and asked for none. Aiolos looks at the librarian, "Rakuota nyts fhy py cmyf sha lumdouda lyjp es ybaj haj, tha tuit tha pyatm's maap es. Ump es et sjoa, ryyct uja yv my ota sy haj. Mys abam haj sjuememd kyolp halg haj jaup, rakuota fyjpt py mys tsump og vjyn u vlus guda.." he seemed just the slightest saddened by the fact she'd never read the books he'd always absorbed himself in. The training he was referring to was her Sightless Fighting training. She never told him, but, by being the big bad 'dragon on campus (quite literally), it was easy enough to get the information.</font>
<font color='#FDD017'>Zeikara stopped in her tracks, her eyes fixed on Aiolos at his last words. Something within her small skull had clicked, setting the wheels in motion in that clever brain of hers. She turned to look at Meira once more, eyes blinking once, twice, as she shook her head. "Ri sha senat, Aiolos - E shemc iyo'ba dys um epau shaja. Lassajt pym's tsekc og yvv yv sha guda... fall, fhi mys?" An odd look in her eyes, Zei looked Meira over again, nodding once, a determined smile upon her face. There had to be more sightless creatures out there than just this one young girl, and they all deserved a proper education. It seemed that purely lecture classes were dying these days - textbooks were iinvaluble to all teachers. They could teach the students more than any class... "Perhaps they cannot program a machina for you, Meira - but maybe they can change the books..."</font>
<font color='698AAB'>Meira tilts her head, confused.. "Change the books?" These were the times when she wished she were much more skilled in her primary trade.. Aiolos wasn't stupid, but he wasn't an inventor, either. His mind was always set on furthering his elemental magic skill, not dreaming up new things for pendragon kind. Likely because he didn't much care for others.. but still. He studied the look on the librarian's face for a long moment after her speaking to Meira, and his bright blue eyes widen just slightly as he suddenly realizes what she meant. He looks at Zeikara directly, "Hyf fyolp es ra pyma, shyodh? Jueta sha lassajt? Um emc? Rampemd sha gugaj?" Now that the idea had been brought to his attention, and the knowledge that it might help his sister, he was interested. Meira was lost as they spoke. She uses a claw to draw circles in the Aiolos' magically warmed dirt in front of her while she waited for a translation of whatever they were discussing, and from either of them.</font>
<font color='#FDD017'>The excitement showed plainly on the librarian's face as she excitedly responded to Aiolos' inquiry, thoughts racing through her mind. "Fesh... u kluf, gajhugt? Mys lassajt, mys khujuksajt ut fa py cmyf shan, ros jushaj... fall... nuira tnull lemat, yj pyst em pevvajams kymvedojuseymt. Yoj guft huba rakyna nokh nyja tamteseba ybaj sha udat, ump ev iyoj tetsaj et urla sy vaal tnull pevvajamkat em thugat ump sazsojat - ut atgakeulli shyta nettemd shaej tedhs uja urla sy - fa nedhs huba u khumda." Suddenly realzing that the key element to this puzzle - Meira - was entirely left out, she turned her attentions to the young female and spouted off her idea once more, this time in modern. "Your brother mentioned that the letters on pages of books are not raised, and that causes me to pose the question of why not? Tell me, how sensitive is your sense of touch?" It was a rather comical sight, the tiny librarian enthusiastically hopping around the other two, and she retreated ever so slghtly now, mumbling ideas to herself under her breath, mind still racing. "Azgajenamst... fa nots kympoks azgajenamst fesh haj tamta yv syokh..."</font>
<font color='698AAB'>Aiolos nods slowly, musing to himself, mostly, but still talking to Zeikara, "Kluttat fell maap sy ra halp sy emsjypoka sha maf fjessam lumdouda ymka es et kjausap.. Es gjyrurli fym's ra auti, ros sha ymat shus uja ylp amyodh sy ompajtsump fell sham ra urla sy laujm sy jaup, ump gajhugt abam fjesa." Meira tilts her head again, but this time in thought at Zeikara's question, "As well as anybody's I suppose.." Aiolos looks at his younger sibling, "Better than." Meira looks in the direction of her brother's voice and amends, "Alright, Aio.. possibly better than normal.." she looks in the direction of where Zeikara was, "Why?" Before she gives Zeikara a chance to vocally speak, Meira telepaths, leaving her brother out of the strain, {I can also.. see.. I guess you'd call the outlines of my surroundings.} She had no frame of reference to compare how she "saw" with what others saw, {Sightless Fighting, they call it. I don't really use it for fighting, though, but to get around. It's easier that way, even if I can't really see..} She realized she was confusing herself, and probably the Janardan librarian even more!</font>
<font color='#FDD017'>Still hopping around excitedly, she danced back and forth between the two siblings, violet mane swishing around as the oddly small Librarian took on the lok of an excited child. "Tokh u shemd fyolp ra, fall... embulorla! Kum iyo enudema sha gyttereleseat?!" {I see... I think I understand, though it is hard to having never experienced such. We must test your sesing capabilities on the bottoms of your paws...}</font>
<font color='698AAB'>Meira nods, "I'd be glad to help, however I can." Still slightly confused by both her brother and the librarian's excitement, but if Aio was excited, it must be good. He never got excited. It was always like he was in an aggrivated coma. Aiolos cracks a small smile, "Fham, fhaja, ump hyf thyolp fa tsujs?" He assumed he'd really have nothing to do with it, for he had no experience in these matters, but being the self-proclaimed protector of his sister, he'd be tagging along and helping Zeikara brain storm.</font>
<font color='#FDD017'>She hopped back ond forth a few times before pausing, suddenly remembering that today, like every other day, she had duties to attend to. Ears pnned against her tiny skull, she shook her head once and looked up at them both, bidding them hasty words before scrabbling off to the library again. "Es et lusa, es et lusa! E nots dy, E huba shemdt shus maap ussampemd sy! Rjemd iyoj tetsaj ri sha lerjuji tynasena, ump fa'll taa uryos dassemd haj sy ra urla sy jaup..."</font>
