<font color='#FF7F00'>||Day -|- 15|| ||Quarter -|- Tria|| ||Year -|- 81377|| -- Tria, to most, was the favorite quarter of many a PenDragon on the vast planet of Ramath-Lehi. Though the occasional summertime storm would roll over the land, that did little to dampen the spirits of those enjoying a well-deserved break from school and work. The weather, in this time, aside from the previously mentioned storms, was very pleasant. Not only this, but the entire world seemed to be a tad friendlier towards one another. Trilok was no exception to this rule. Here, the sun shone just as brightly as ever, and the few seen wandering around were most definitely enjoying the experience. Wandering about one of Trilok's areas, the Adamaint Empire, was a female PenDragon. She was not the first here, and most certainly not the last. Blue-green fur blowing in the breeze, draconic wings tucked neatly against her sides, she strolled quietly through the place with little concern on her mind. This, for her, was fairly unusual, seeing as she was normally a foreseer of death and injury. But on this day, no nasty visions clouded her mind, and her spirit was light. She sighed deeply and eagerly awaited the sighting of company.. for she was all by herself right now..</font>
<font color='#FFFFFF'>((OOC: My first post here! Â I hope it's OK...)) Normal - Thoughs - "Speach" IC: Kitasha was simply enjoying her freedom, wandering though the snowing lands of the Adamaint Empire. Â She sat, breathing in the clean, freash air. Â I really should have left my family sooner, Kit though, then bowed her head with the slight pain that came with thinking of them. Â Sighing, she rose, and made her way over the next snow drift. Â The black and white pendragon recieved a surprise as she topped the hill - another 'dragon! Â Kit crouched and hopped that she would not be seen - even though her black hair stood out plainly against the snow. Â Should I say hello I wonder? Â No, I'll wait and see what it does... And there she waited.</font>
<font color='#FF7F00'>// OoC \\ -- It was fine! Awesome for your first one. // BiC \\ The fem peered over the horizon and spied another dragon nearby. She smiled and flicked her tail once. Then she began to approach the other dragon, who seemed to be a fae like herself. She perked her ears upward in afriendly manner and spoke gently to the newcomer. "G'morning! And who might you be? I'm Mahji Shulah!"</font>
<font color='#FFFFFF'>Â Â <table border="0" width="500"> Â Â <tr> : OOC :It's my first post here, too! :) Likewise, I hope I do okay. : IC : A brief smirk flitted across the black-coated, blue-haired Pendragon's face as he caught sight of two female Pendragons conversing. For once he was not tracking anyone down to force his company upon them, and he was having quite a good time exploring the snowy land by himself. But now he had stumbled upon possibly suitable (and fun) company and interesting conversationalists. And those were two of the many things he found hard to resist. Ziven loved nothing more than to flirt. It was one of his best qualities, and it helped pass boring time. It was harmless flirting, of course, for Ziven could never hurt anyone or anything (that was to say they didn't hurt him first). These two seemed friendly enough, but if they didn't appreciate his company, he would leave. It was that simple. He knew when he was wanted and when he was not, and usually left if the situation either bored him or was threatening to him. Sometimes, however, even though he was not wanted, he would stay. Annoying others and pushing them to their limits could be amusing sometimes. And dangerous other times. Approaching the two females from the front at a leisurely pace, Ziven swished his long tail once and smiled cheerfully at them, his dark blue eyes sparkling as he greeted them, "Good morning, ladies! How do you two do on this lovely day?" </tr> Â </table> Â </font>
<font color='#FFFFFF'>Startled by Mahji's greeting, Kitasha jumped up quickly. Â Where did that come from? she thought, wondering if maybe it was a trap. Â The pendragon glanced around, to she if anyone else was there. Â Maybe she's just being friendly...I should probably answer. "Um, hello Mahji! Â I am Kitasha Iuno. Â What ..." A man's voice behind her stopped KIt mid sentence. Â And I thought I would find solitude here! Â Who is Fronima is that?! Â She raised an eyebrow at the black-fured male now standing in front of her. Â There was something about him, but she couldn't place it. Â Hm...something...watch your back Kitasha! "Goodmorning. Â I am Kitasha Iuno...who are you?"</font>
<font color='#728FCE'><table width="500"> <center>: IC : The black male listened to the black-and-white female's query, slightly miffed at the fact that she had not even bothered to answer his question about her well-being. It wasn't as though he just asked it in passing; he was honestly wondering how these two females were doing. The black-and-white female introduced herself as Kitasha, going on to ask who he was. "I am Ziven Irora," said Ziven pleasantly to the two females after a long moment of silence in which he was debating whether or not to grace Kitasha with a reply. In the end he decided to, since he would have to introduce himself eventually. He himself would hate to be talking to someone whose name he did not know. Besides, company - male or female - was always welcome in Ziven's eyes. There were many different kinds of personalities, and although similarities often occured, you could never meet the same pendragon twice. There was always a difference in the finer touches. And for Ziven, it was always fun meeting and then flirting with different pendragons and getting positive or negative reactions from each. Flirting was like a game to him. </table></font>
<font color='#FF7F00'>Mahji laughed at the male. What a flirt. She'd seen many dragons like that in her day, and every time, even now, after she'd seen it so much, it still amused her greatly. To her, it seemed these males thought about nothing but the opposite sex, and how to attract them. As for the other femmora, she could sense a heavy caution withing her. The other fae looked to be somewhat afraid. Mahji would have to make sure that this female knew she was freind, not foe.. "Sorry to be so foreword.. I'm just friendly I guess" She laughed, calling out to the other fem. Then she turned back to the male. "Hello to you too!" She chuckled.</font>
<font color='#FFFFFF'>Kit sighed. She knew that these two 'dragons were going to test her limits - being social is not something she looked forward too. Especially not with two compleate strangers! She coughed and decided that she better stay and talk, just to be nice. "Please escuse my behaivior, I don't know what came over me. What brings you both here to the Adamaint Empire?" There, I did it. Ziven is deffinatly going to be a handful, the little flirt, Kitasha thought to herself. Flirting was another thing that she didn't take part in often. Today was obviously not her day...</font>
<font color='#FF7F00'>She sighed. It was clear this other fae wasn't exactly a social butterfly. She must try to fix that.. "Sorry to scare you.. just trying to be friendly."</font>
<font color='#728FCE'><table width="500"> : IC : Ziven flashed the green-blue pendragon a charming smile as she greeted him. This one was much more carefree and sociable compared to the other female, and that always made things easier. After all, flirting wouldn't work very well one-sided (meaning Ziven doing all the talking), would it? He did note with interest that she seemed younger than he, though younger by how much he wasn't quite sure (he guessed she was around 20 00 or so). "And what is your name?" Ziven inquired with polite interest, mischievously winking at the green-blue pendragon and then settling into a sitting position, allowing his gaze to wander from one female to the other while waiting patiently for a reply. Ziven was no telepathy expert. After all, he was neither a female nor one of those rare males that developed telepathic abilities. And those who knew him - which were only a select few - knew that he wasn't too good at picking up others' feelings. Sure, he knew happiness and anger when he saw it, but the minor irritations were those he failed to pick up on. Therefore he did not pick up on Kitasha's slight uneasiness and wariness of him. However, he thought of her as somewhat withdrawn; one of those who preferred being alone to having company. She also seemed rather reluctant to speak, but she finally did. "I am just taking this time to travel," Ziven replied simply. Of course, it was not as if he didn't have any other time to travel, because he did. He had just graduated from school and now took his time to explore and get acquainted with the lands of Ramath-lehi. So that he would hopefully know his way around if he ever fancied another visit. </table></font>
<font color='#FFFFFF'>Kit's head jerked up as she heard the female's apology. Â How dare she? Â I...I...well I don't think I'll reply to that! She glanced at Mahji with apprehension after realizing that she thought very loudly - possibly too loudly. Â Ziven was still sitting there. Â She looked at him, with interest now, and thought about what he said. Â Hmm...just traveling. Â Kinda like me. Â Huh, I wonder where to... "So your traveling Ziven? Â Do you have and specific destination in mind?"</font>
<font color='#FF7F00'>Mahji sighed. Making this femme her comerade wouldn't be easy. In fact, it might just be impossible. She could see she'd upset the female.. "Hey.. look.. both of you.. I just am out her to meet other dragons and make a few friends.. I don't want trouble."</font>
<font color='#728FCE'><table width="500"> : IC : Ziven was fully aware that female pendragons could perform telepathy and use it at will. When he was younger, around 11 00 or so, he had been very wary of the female species, but by the time he turned 13 00, he found that he could not have cared any less whether they broke into his mind or not. He was just glad that not all males could perform telepathy, and even if all males could, they would find nothing of use to them. Unless they happened to break into his mind just as he was thinking certain lovey thoughts about them. The black pendragon nodded once in recognition as Mahji introduced herself. He often wondered how parents chose names for their children - after all, different families worked differently, correct? His own family believed in naming a son after his father and a daughter after her mother. Not the exact same name, of course - that would be boring - but having the same syllable or letter in the name. Ziven turned to Kitasha, watching her with slight interest, as she asked him if he had a specific destination in mind. Well, he really didn't. It was one of those spur-of-the-moment-and-plan-all-later things, and Ziven did not regret any part of it (unless you counted that once he was chased by a huge male pendragon for attempting to flirt with that pendragon's sister). But just as he opened his mouth to reply, he had to shut it again - Kitasha had nervously interrupted. It was only her nervous tone that prevented Ziven from becoming irritated with her. He flashed her a warm smile and said, "I'm sure we all came to have fun and meet others. I don't want trouble, but it certainly finds me. Or perhaps it's vice versa... I have to admit I deserve some of it." And with that, he turned back to Kitasha, replying curtly, "No, I do not have any destination in mind. Perhaps you could suggest someplace nice I could go." </table></font>
<font color='#FFFFFF'>Kit usually knew when she had bothered some one with her personality, and this time was no different. She sighted, wishing that she wasn't as un-trusting as she could be sometimes. "I don't believe anyone here was trying to make trouble Mahji." At the same time she said with her mind, Sorry Mahji. I'm a little edgy today. No hard feelings? "I'm afraid I am just passing through myself, and don't know the area very well." She laughed slightly. "Being here wasn't exactly my plan, but then, I didn't really plan this trip at all!"</font>
<font color='#FF7F00'>Mahji smiled. She'd known that the femme seemed nervous and realized she might've reacted the same had she been in her shoes. "It's ok.. I'm just out for stroll, and like I said, to meet folks." She turned to Ziven. "Ahh.. sorry for ignoring you.."</font>
<font color='#728FCE'>Name: Jarman Zig Age: 25 00 Jarman lay stretched out, absorbing the sun. His head lifted as he heard others talking. He sat up, not really listening, but not moving away. His green eyes, dart in the direction of the voices. He flicked his tail slightly, the green flames leaving trails behind it, before they fade. Should I approach, or leave them be? hm, getting closer wouldn't hurt. I wonder what they are talking about... He got up, and stretched. He walked toward the little group, but did not say anything. His perpetual grin on, he waits to see if they will notice him. IC: gah! i'm so new at this play-by-post... it's not what i'm used to, so, be gentle...</font>
<font color='#FF0000'>OOC: You'll get used to it BIC: Kit raised her nose to the air, then turned to face the newcomer. Another 'dragon?! I wonder what he wants...probably is just here to continue the ruining of my day. She examined the purple male. After deciding that he seemed un-armed and a non-threat, she greeted him. Kit only hoped she sounded friendly. "Hello there! I am Kitasha Iuno. What's your name?"</font>
<font color='#FF7F00'>// OoC \\ -- It's ok, I'm still getting used to this character, Mahji. I've got to get to where I can slip into her character and make it work. Nice first post, BTW. // BiC \\ Mahji smiled at the new dragon. This was exciting! Already she'd encountered three new faces, and they'd both been friendly. She was lucky, though. Not all the world was kind and accepting, and she knew that well enough. The visions that always filled her mind made her wise to that fact of life. She was used to being ready for the worst, to say the least. But, luckily for Mahji, that precaution had never been needed. Most folks she met were the nice kind, and they'd been fairly open-minded as well. These three were good souls, and they'd been kind to her thus far. "'Lo there friend. I'm Mahji." She called out to him.</font>
<font color='#728FCE'>OoC: thanks... IC: He nodded in greeting, and slowly made his way closer to them, not sure about the third 'dragon. "I am Jarman Zig." He stopped a few feet away from them and sat down. He flicked his tail absentmindedly, almost in a nervous gesture. His green eyes roamed from one to the other, then back again. His smile never leaving his face, he asked, "Are you all just passing through?" Not many people seem to like staying here...Or so it would seem. He had been here a few days, resting from his journeys. He had watched other 'dragons come and go, these being the first ones he talked to. He was definately not much of a conversationalist, unless you could call badgering someone with questions a conversation. OoC: O.o umm... eh-hehehe... *scratches back of head* sorry it's late (my b-day was yesterday)</font>
