Running In Circles

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When: 41, Mia, 81380
Where: The Acedemy Grounds.
Who: http://shadowlack.com/persona.php?id=1059Lysane</a>
Other: 'Tis the early, cold morning of what I believe is the start of a new Ramathian week. And please excuse the title..I couldn't think of a better one.]

Having survived his first night with two new room mates, Lysane was a little more confident that he wasn't going to be stabbed between the shoulder blades whilst he slept, or poisoned by a plate of fish, yet still the 'Dragon felt the need for some time away from Mich, Midet and Konas. After all, it was hard spending the day in a room full of people that were clearly so different from you- the sensible one, the angry one, and the one that Lys hadn't quite figured out yet, and then he was just...well, the "fruit loop", as Mich put it. Whether this accusation was right or wrong, Lysane didn't know. He tried not to question his sanity, for the mind was a dangerous weapon and had a tendancy to play tricks on one's self. Even though he had wrapped up worm, the adolescent could not help but feel the cold. Make no mistake, Mia was definately Lysane's least favourite quarter, despite his love for snow. He removed a gloved hand from his pocket, and attempted wrap his coat tighter around his small frame, wishing that he'd been sensible enough to pick up a hat in his haste to leave without waking the others.

He shivered, the sound of his teeth chattering breaking the silence of early morning. Taking a seat upon a seemingly-dry bench, it was with a shudder that Lysane's assumption was shattered as icy-cold water soaked into his dark jeans. The glaring sun of Mia was beginning to show it's face upon the horizon, and the young pendragon smiled. He remembered watching the sunrise with his mother on many occasions back home...but this was the first time that he'd ever caught it at the Academy, despite living there nearly a decade. Turning his face away to avoid damaging his eyes, Lysane glanced around the yard, taking note of how peaceful the morning had been so far. Of course, what with classes only hours away, soon the tranquility would be broken by the noise of laughing, shouting and general sounds of children making their way about the campus, but Lysane was determined to enjoy what he could.

 

Lorra Tyoko flew through the Mia air, shivering. Sometimes you just needed to get out, even if you were the only one in your dormitory (and therefore could paint the walls pink without anyone noticing). She was just off in anothe world, she liked it like that. Dreams of the future, better situations of the past, those sorts of things. So she was flying along, minding her own business, when her eye was caught by a distinctive looking 'dragon. It's rude to stare, but she couldn't help but do just that.

Individuality is great she thought, good on him.
And because she was staring, BANG! She collided headon with a huge tree that she hadn't noticed before. She spiralled down, swearing. She landed right in front of the quad pendragon.

<span style='color:pink'>"Umm, Tada...?"</span>

 

The expression of startled amazement upon Lysane's face soon morphed into one of amusement, as he peered down at the 'dragon before him. <span style='color:0099CC'>"Well, this is a first. I'm not used to women throwing themselves at my feet."</span> he replied, offering the female his hand to pick her up from the ground. He found the situation rather amusing, and what he said was not strictly true, seen as the 'dragon seemed to always come across as a pretty boy. Still, whilst thoughts milled through Lysane's mind of encounters past, he waited with his hand outstretched.

 

Lorra smiled, took the 'dragons hand and stood up.

<span style='color:pink'>"Yeah, I guess it's a little strange. Oh well, I've fell from higher. Ever tried falling off the Ky'Datuck Mountains? That leaves a mark."</span>

She dusted off her wings, they looked as if they sported brown spots as well. She went red, thinking how stupid, no, not so much stupid, but weird it must of looked, her tumbling out of the sky. Oh well, better introduce herself.

<span style='color:pink'>"Well, I'm Lorra Tyoko. And you?"</span>

 

<span style='color:0099CC'>"Lysane Fusajtcoll."</span> Lysane replied, still smiling. <span style='color:0099CC'>"Though, I have to say- impressive flying there. I have difficulty getting off the ground."</span> The 'dragon did not seem embarassed by this flaw; he continued to smile lazily, budging up on the bench to offer Lorra a seat.

((ooc: Sorry about the shortness of that post... -_-))

 

<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span>
<table class='ooc'><tr><td>Hope Y'all dont mind me join'n in n_n </td></tr></table>



Tiral Lykojeyot seemed to be out enjoying a stroll, one forepaw holding a notebook infront of him, while his other forepaw seemed to be stroking a pendant around his neck.
<span style='color:blue'><span style='font-family:Arial'>It's allways nice out during Mia, I suppose I should take some strolls out more often, it's much nicer than that hot dorm room I managed to get.</span></span>.
His tailfalme seemed to flicker a moment, its color a steady blue color showing off his content

As his footsteps got closer however, the forepaw that was stroking his pendant had shifted its task to shifting through a small pack at his side, and coming out several seconds later retreving a pen.
<span style='color:blue'><span style='font-family:Arial'>Wish, this stuff wasn't so hard though</span></span>.
He jotted down what would appear to the casual observer as several lines of notes. His left foot catching upon a patch of ice however, causing him to slip up and fall before the pair of pendragons. His pack still open, managed to spill the remainder of its contents during the fall, as well as knocking the notebook from his hands and falling into some slush off the path.
"<span style='color:blue'>Urgh, damnit.</span>"
He looked up towards the two as he began to collect his things once more, a slight blush coming to his face while his tail-flame turned crystaline more or less symbolising his wish to dissappear at the moment. He emmited something of an 'Err' sound before speaking up once again. "<span style='color:blue'>I'm sorry</span>..." he blurted out in a meek voice.
<span style='color:blue'><span style='font-family:Arial'>What are these two doing here?! No one else ever seems to be out in the morning. Much less the fact that I happen to be making a fool of myself infront of them.</span></span>

 

<span style='color:pink'>"Sorry for what? If it's for that nosedive, join the club. We've got jackets."</span> laughed Lorra. Today must just be one of those days, Lysane was the only one who wasn't face first on the ground yet. In her minds eye she saw an army of pendragons, all falling over, one by one. She needed to lay off the pizza before bed.

<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span>
<table class='ooc'><tr><td>Sorry bout the short post. It was all I could think of XD</td></tr></table>