Timestamp: 30 Dyo, 81381 Morning, warm with a threat of rain. The sun shone down on him, though the shade of the tree above him kept the worst of the heat off. His messenger bag sat next to him, full of books. On top of it were his black and green goggles. It was to warm to wear them right now, even on his head as was his usual custom. He had tried to push his hair out of his eyes, but it hadn't worked. Not that he expected it to. Thyme himself sat on the ground, a dark book in one hand and a fountain pen in the other. The pen had leaked ink all over the book and the white 'dragon, staining his paws and his pants. He stared at in thoughtfully, and then tried to wipe it off on the grass. It didn't work. With a sigh he turned a couple pages in the book to find a page that wasn't splotched with black and stared at it, trying to think what to write. He casually chewed on the end of the pen, accidentally smudging ink across his muzzle and whiskers.
Uka lounged up in a tree in the Courtyard and stared at the sky. She counted each lonely cloud and tried to avoid blinding herself with the sun's hot rays. After the she'd determined the geometrical curves of one particular nimbus for the 31st time, Uka rolled onto her side to start counting the leaves to her left. She hardly managed to get to 52 when she heard a rustling below her. Uka allowed her head to hang of the branch to enable her to look under the branches of the tree to its base. There sat a mostly-white 'dragon with a bag full of books and an open notebook lying in his lap. He was only mostly white because of the ink that had exploded from his pen; most of that was staining his paws and clothing, but there was also a smear up his cheek from where he continued to chew on said-exploded-pen. Intrigued, Uka slowly and carefully lowered herself onto the branches below her until she reached the last one hanging right above the ink-blotched 'dragon. She then positioned herself on the branch, dropped off the side and hung by her ankles so that her face was infront of his. "What does E equal?"
Thyme made a startled sound and bit the pen a little too hard. The remainder of the ink exploded onto his face and into his mouth. He hacked and spat out the foul tasting ink and peered at the 'dragon in front of him. She was fay and small, as was to be expected, with large feathery wings. He spat out the rest of the ink and tried to answer her question. "Um...MC squared? Or energy?" He coughed again "What kind of question is that?" He tried to wipe the ink off his face and onto his sleeve. The white shirt was stained beyond repair, but he didn't want his face to be that way too. It was running up against the black tattoos that covered his face, making them look as if they were melting like hot wax. He knew he looked stupid, and what little vanity he had was dieing a slow death at the hands of an exploding pen.
The male 'dragon sputtered and continued to spit out ink as Uka let herself flop down on the ground. She stood and brushed herself off before she answered, "It's a math equation. Well, technically it's physics, but we're not gonna' go there." Uka looked the 'dragon up and down, his clothing now beyond any hope of restoration. He was pretty tall compared to Uka, but almost everyone is tall compared to Uka. She picked up the pen-ravaged notebook. It was still sticky with ink and she was having difficulty peeling the pages apart as she said, "My name's Ukaten Lafet, but I go by Uka, too."
Thyme cleaned ink off his teeth. The fay flopped around in the grass next to him. He raised one brow at her, contorting the scar through his eye and stretching his star tattoo. "I'm Thyme" he said, and left it at that. There was nothing else to say, as that was really all he was. A one-name Yki. He smiled slightly at the female. She was trying to unstick his notebook. Oh, damn! His note book! He yelped suddenly and grabbed it from her, trying to pull the pages apart and salvage the story, but it was no use. It was ruined, all because he had been stupid enough to blow up a pen. He swore, an unusual thing for him, and flipped back to see how much was saved. There was a decent amount that he could still read and he breathed a sigh of relief. He wouldn't have to write the whole thing over again. "Sorry" he said to the female, handing the book back to her "I didn't mean to be rude and grab it from you like that."
"That's okay," Uka replied, as she sucked the risidual ink off her finger tips. She sat cross-legged in front of Thyme, and added, "It was your stuff anyways." After a pause Uka pursed her lips and asked, "Wha'cha writing about in there?"
Thyme sucked in his breath and blushed furiously. He shuffled his feet and looked away, then down at the grass beneath his feet. He ran his tongue over his lips, but still couldn't think of a reason not to talk about his writing. "It's not really very good" he managed to get out "It's just a hobby and stuff, you know. I just...just some stuff...not important..." he trailed off, knowing that he sounded like an idiot, then thrust the book at her. Then he pulled it back and flipped it open. Then slammed it shut. Then opened it up again and read off a couple lines. "Her eyes were like tiny fireflies in the darkness as she stared into the night, her naked sword still held in one hand. Despite the warmth, she shivered uncontrollably, the wound in her head throbbing and her vision growing fuzzy. The sword fell from limp fingers as her knees slammed into the ground and the darkness in the corners of her mind seethed across her thoughts, snuffing them out and dropping her into blackness."
"That's nice," Uka said with a bounce. "A little creepy, but nice." She leaned forward over the notebook, counting lines per page, then words per line, letters per line, and average letters per word. Uka managed to get to the last bit before Thyme shut the book with a snap again. "What's that language you're writing in?" Uka asked.
"Uh, Ramathian" Thyme muttered. He liked writing in the arcane language, as it usually managed to keep his writing a secret, since so few people read it. He actually wrote in the Ykili dialect that he had been taught as a child, which was even more difficult to figure out for the average pendragon at the Academy. He couldn't believe he had just read her some of his story. He had an intense phobia of public speaking and showing anyone his work. However, there was something about the Fay that made him comfortable. He liked her easy manner.
<span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'>((OOC: yeah, considering the first thing I ever said to you was "I hate you" no wonder you're comfortable with this character, lol))</span> Uka considered that. Not many 'dragons knew Ramathian, and those that did usually never actually employed it. She'd never had an affinity for languages, and thus never took the time to find a tutor to introduce her to the language. It was possible that she had the time to take up Ramathian study, but Thyme seemed a little protective and clammy. Nevertheless, he was more interesting than most of the people she'd met here, and he seemed to have a talent for writing, though it appeared he didn't have much faith in it. Meh, it was worth a try. "How do you feel about teaching?"
OOC: Yeah well. This is a better start to a friendship then that ^^ IC: "Teach?" Thyme squeaked, his voice cracking "Me? I don't know, I'm not really very...well, I don't think I'd be a good teacher...I'm a little antisocial and I don't talk...eep!" He resisted the urge to flee. He would stand there and face his fear. His legs gave out and he sat down heavily on the ground, the book still clutched to his chest. He stared at the fay, now just slightly taller then him. Her stormy eyes looked into his own inky orbs with a kind of questioning expression. He gulped. "Do you really want me to teach you?" he asked, his voice little more then a whisper.
"Well, yeah," Uka said bluntly. With that she turned and walked a few steps away, then turned to Thyme again and came back. She flopped down into a sitting position again in front of him. He was nice, but a little skittish, so she tried to be as un-intimidating as possible. "Everyone can teach," Uka continued. "Their skill may vary, but everyone can teach." She drew her knees to her chest and spun around almost 360 degrees on her posterior and the 'dragon still looked unconvinced. "Besides," she added, "you're probably the first person who didn't think I was completely psyco. Then again... I've never been tested out not-psyco..."
Thyme grinned weakly at her. He shook his head "I'll teach you, but I don't know how good I'll be at it. Maybe Everyone can teach, but I'm not everyone." He opened his notebook and flipped to a blank page, writting out the english alphabet. Underneath it he wrote out the Ramathian, making sure all the vowels were correct, and not Ykili. "Ramathian isn't all that difficult see? So if you want to say 'hello' it's 'hally'" He smiled. This was easy. "Now, if you want to introduce yourself you say 'Hally, ni muna et' and then your name. Hally, ni muna et Thyme." He smiled at her.
"Hally, ni muna et Uka," said Uka without a whole lot of conviction. Just saying it made her feel a bit like a dork, though she didn't know why. However, Uka was a dork, and she knew this, so she got over it. Uka scooched [OOC: it's a word, I swear] over to have her back against the tree and Thyme next to her. She leaned over the note book to read it properly. Uka had a feeling that she would be able to translate from english to Ramathian easily enough -- the reverse seemed a little more intimidating, though. After she stared at the page for a moment Uka said, "Meka sy naas iyo, Thyme. F-f-fhus py iyo leca sy py?"
[OOC: I figured it was nicer to post differently when I switch between characters.] An Anubi entered the courtyard far off. His name was Qyth and his hands were covered in dried, cracked clay. It was a warm day, warm enough for Qyth's taste, so he was wearing capris, and a fishnet top. He saw Thyme, and was about to wave vigorously to attract the Yki's attention, but then Qyth noticed who was next to Thyme. It was an tiny 'dragon, probably a fey by the look of it. Qyth tried not to smile, and even had to put both hands over his muzzle to keep from doing so. Thyme was a bit antisocial, anyone who knew the guy knew that as well, so it pleased Qyth to see that his boyfriend had made an aquaintance. Well, Qyth and Thyme weren't officially a couple in the dating sense, but Qyth enjoyed to spend the majority of his free time with Thyme, so he didn't really care. It was just easier to say, 'Thyme, my boyfriend' as opposed to, 'Thyme, the guy I like to spend all my time with.' Qyth flittered between leaving and going over to join the two under the tree. He'd like to meet Thyme's new friend, but he didn't want to bother them either. As usual, Qyth couldn't decide so he ended up just standing there, near the door to the courtyard. "Ub, rob."
Thyme grinned. <span style='color:green'>"E pym's cmyf. E leca sy fjesa u lys"</span> he abruptly switched back to english <span style='color:green'>"And if you want too-"</span> he stopped, his eyes drawn to a dark blue Anubi across the courtyard. Thyme jumped to his feet, spilling the notebook onto the grass and waved furiously to the tall 'dragon. <span style='color:green'>"Qyth!"</span> he called <span style='color:green'>"Hey, Qyth! Come over here for a second! There's someone I want you to meet!"</span> He looked down at Uka for a second, a sunny smile on his face. <span style='color:green'>"Shus't ni vjeamp Qyth. Iyo thyolp naas hen"</span> He told her.
<span style='color:purple'>"Um,"</span> Uka started. Qyth looked up and saw Thyme waving at him frantically. <span style='color:blue'>"Ub."</span> The anubi took the distance in 3 long strides/bounds, and loomed over Thyme by a good few inches. Qyth bowed slightly, almost knocking his counterpart in the head, to the little fey who sat as if frozen to the ground. <span style='color:blue'>"Ixaape -- Ah, sorry, greetings."</span>
<span style='color:green'>"Hey ya"</span> Thyme said, beaming at Qyth and ruffling the tall Anubi's hair. He grinned at Uka and said "<span style='color:green'>I'd like you to meet Qyth. He's my...friend." </span>Thyme wasn't percisely sure how to intoduce the other 'dragon, since their realationship was complicated, to say the least. However, Thyme didn't just want say that Qyth was some guy he knew. They had decided it was easier to be a couple then try to find the correct word to discribe them. An entity unto themselves, as Thyme had once discribed them. <span style='color:green'>"Qyth, this is Uka. I'm teaching her Ramathian today."</span>
Now, Ukaten was small. Very small. She's also insecure about her height, so when Qyth, the giant freaking Anubi loomed over her, she couldn't help but feel a bit smaller still. Even so, she rose to her feet and asked, <span style='color:purple'>"What is the cubed root of twenty-seven?"</span> Qyth stopped short, he stared at the little fey for a moment before saying, <span style='color:blue'>"Hbop? Um... oh... math... it's... evil,"</span> and he stood there and contemplated for a moment, <span style='color:blue'>"Is it 3 or 19683? I always get cubing and squaring mixed up..."</span> It was Uka's turn to stare, and stare she did. After she gaped for a second, Qyth found Uka stuck to his leg in the biggest hug she could manage. <span style='color:blue'>"Does she do this often?"</span>
Thyme shrugged. <span style='color:green'>"I think so"</span> he replied, then reached out and grasped Uka by the back of her vest. He pulled, dragging her off Qyth's leg. <span style='color:green'>"Uka"</span> he said quietly <span style='color:green'>"I hate to spoil your fun, but Qyth is mine and I can't let you have him."</span> The white 'dragon dropped Uka onto the grass next to him with a grin and flipped his book open again. Abandoning what he had been working on before he turned to a clean page free of ink and started scribbling furiously.
