<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td> Day: 12th Quarter: Dyo Year: 81378 (4) Name: Nafel Isunari Age: 17oo Sex: Female Primary: Elemental Magic (Apprentince) Secondary: Making Music (Apprentince) "Speech" Thought {Telepathy} </td></tr></table> Nafel sat in the courtyard, on a bench. She didn't move much, even to play the lute on her lap. Most of her energy was taken up by groaning. She sounded like a dying animal of some type, but she wasn't obviously injured. Any female dragon would have known the cause of her discomfort. However, she had scared most 'dragons, male or female, off with her less than sunny disposition that morning. Now Nafel could suffer in peace, and that was exactly what she planned on doing. "Punm, this hurts!" She paused her groaning to shift a little, easing some of her discomfort. At the moment, Nafel was in her less common bipedal form, which was clothed in a pair of old jeans and a tight t-shirt. She had left her usual purse/pouch inside, seeing no need to bring it. All that was on her person now was her lute and its case. Nafel looked up at the sky, which was a grey sort of color. It looked like it would probably rain later that day, but not for the next few hours. Nafel moved her eyes to the side, to the nearest clock on one of the walls. It was a little before noon, when she normally would have been asleep. Unfortunately, she had been awaken earlier that morning by the painful cramps that so tormented her now, and had been unable to go back to sleep. So, here she lay with her lute. "Lessee... do I have classes today? No. Can I just stay here today and take a nap for as long as I bloody well please? Yes. I think I'll do that." Nobody was near enough to notice that she was talking to herself, and even if they did it'd probably just induce them to leave her alone, she figured. With that thought, Nafel put herself into a mage-trance, a sort've half awake meditative state she entered sometimes when she wanted to remain concious but not awake. She settled in for a long day, as her hands grasped the neck of her lute. A long, peaceful day.
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>oooh..we have an OOC button now. I was wondering how ppl got the frame up. Khaz Siruls 7oo Male P) Elemental Sorc. Basic S) Warrior Basic </td></tr></table> <span style='color:blue'>So we're due for departure, when?</span> <span style='color:green'> Soon, possibly in the next ten days</span> <span style='color:blue'>Good. I'll meet ya there.</span> With a nod, a bright flash flickered in through the trees and into the skies. Khaz had just finished his warrior training test and was entirely exhausted. He left his bag in his next class hoping no one would touch anything in it. His shirt was torn, his legs were aching badly. The only thing he could do was walk slowly and zombielike. He inched himself up to a bench. He turned his head only to see someone was already there sleeping. "Well, by the looks of it this bench must feel like a bed. " Khaz yawned....loud. It must've woke up the kid sleeping in a boring writing class someplace far off. "Worktime over... Sleep...time...now." He was out cold. Gone with the wind in silence. Nothing but peace and tranquility But then they came. Like a mighty whirlwind's breath, it came without warning. THe sounds were eerie with deep winds and choking air. Echoes of it ranged from here to everywhere. Loud snores. Extremely loud snores. By whom? Who else other than the victim of tiredness and exploding ninja stars. Unaware of his loud noisemaking sounds, the ruckus reaches the far, far ends of the courtyard. Pendragons listen and watched as the young Khaz sleeps and wakes up the neighborhood.
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td> Yeah, I clicked the OOC button yesterday, and I was all like "Dude! This rocks!" I'm easilly excited like that. </td></tr></table> IC: Nafel woke out of the trance with a start. There were noises, loud noises. Was something happening? She flailed her arms, trying feebly to save herself from falling, but it was too late. She hit the ground. Her lute, thankfully, was undamaged, but Nafel was mad. "What the eff is that noise?" She rubbed her injured tailbone, taking stock of her injuries. Cramps (of course), probably a bruise in the morning, and I landed on my wings funny. Normally her wings were much larger (in her quadruped form), but they became much smaller when she moved to two legs. this was good for her, as it kept her from injuring herself. Her spidery limbs reached out for her glasses, which had gotten lost in the confusion. As she turned her head, she noticed the form on the bench. She figured it was another 'dragon, but she couldn't tell without her glasses. Finally, her groping paws found the errant lenses. She placed them back on her snout, and focused her eyes on the 'dragon. She couldn't tell his/her age, but she could tell one thing. It was the source of the noise. What the noise was, Nafel was not certain. Is that ungodly noise a snore? Nafel would have given the creature a tongue lashing, but at the moment she was disabled by cramps that had started up again. Owowow... Arg. The destitute femme lay on the ground for the moment, clutching her stumach and twitching her foot feebly. She couldn't tell if the other 'dragon was awake or asleep, as her hearing was impaired by grass. Nafel began to sneeze, having inhaled some pollen or something. She was not happy. Once the sneezing and the cramps subsided, she just sat there, not moving. I. Hate. Today.
It was like a sign. A large red sign on his forehead. It said.."Disturber Of The Peace". The pain shrieking sounds echoed throughout the courtyard and thensome. As if some force,other than his lungs, sent his loud voice to far unseen places. It was extremely loud. So loud to the point that it woke himself up. <span style='color:blue'>"Huh? Wha' happened?"</span> He felt eyes from everwhere. Everyone was watching him. What was going on? <span style='color:blue'>"What I didn't do it? Come on stop staring jeez..."</span> There was only more staring. All he could do is stay there and wait for everyone to turn back around. <span style='color:blue'>"I hope I wasn't snoring again"</span> He then noticed another pendragon sitting, on the ground. <span style='color:blue'>"Umm... heh heh. I didn't...wake you up. did I?"</span>
Nafel twitched. "Yes. You. Woke. Me." The sharply punctuated remark was spat through gritted teeth. She moved to sit up, her hair mussed and clothing grass stained. She knew that she probably should just shrug it off. The other 'dragon probably hadn't meant to knock her off the bench. However, her houghts were erring more to the emotional, not the logical, side. Thoughts such as, He will die. Pushing herself further up off the ground, Nafel moved back up to the bench, wincing. She knew she probably looked (and sounded) less than sane, but she didn't really care. It wasn't as if she had a reputation to lose. However, she did not like being watched by others. "Nothing to see! Quit gawking!" That remark was shouted at the staring onlookers, who hurridly looked away. Nafel spoke up, thinking that she should probably introduce herself. Or, at least explain my name beyond "Your neighborhood crazy". "Nafel Isunari, Apprentince Mage and Music-maker. Who, might I inquire, are you?" She raised her eyebrows at the sheepish 'dragon. He seemed to be young, or at least not her age. This was reassuring. As long as she could act as his seinor, her probably wouldn't notice the fact that she was small and could quite easily be (physically) harmed. She hoped. Before the other had a chance to reply, Nafel bent over and grabbed her lute, and stored it back in its case. She was relieved that it hadn't been broken, she didn't have the money or the skills to barter for a repair or replacement. Finished with the task of storing the instrument, she turned her head back to the 'dragon beside her, blinking her two colored eyes. The twitching had subsided, so she at least looked sane now, if not especially well off.
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:12px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td> Khaz is also off his right frame of mind to the point that his thoughts speak to each other. FIrst person thoughts are in blue italic, third person in red italic</td></tr></table> <span style='color:red'>Good job, genius. How many times did you do this? Uhh, I don't know maybe a hundred-gajillion-zillion times. I told you to go to Snorers Anonymous but Nooo. 'I don't have a problem. I'm fine just the way I am! Good ol' Khaz' Well, guess what Mr. good ol' Khaz with a bad ol' snore disorder? NOW. You have a problem.</span> Khaz's excellent third-person conscience had already kicked into insultation mode. The coal around his eye hadn't been rubbed and he was still too tired to rub them. It irritated to the point where he had to keep his eyes closed not knowing where or who he was talking to. But the name was familiar. The voice was much more angrier and full of pain but still sounded like a familiar sound. Sadly, Khaz's tiredness made him ddumb to the point that he didn't feel like reminding her who he was. If he could only remember who she was first. <span style='color:red'>I guess if it's a familiar person, they won't beat you up, right? Let's hope so. Open your eyes. /<span style='color:blue'> But it burns.../ <span style='color:red'>THEN RUB THEM!/<span style='color:blue'>I... I...too tired.../ <span style='color:red'>IF YOU'RE GOING TO DIE SEE WHO DOES IT FIRST! </span></span></span></span></span> Battling his mind the other one. Dragging his arm up, he rubbed his eyes and peered at his soon-to-be murderer. She was angry, no doubt. She had said something, and was waiting for a response. It wasn't good to not answer someone about to gash through your throat. <span style='color:blue'>I..I...I'm K..Khaz. </span><span style='color:blue'>Or Khaz, The Legendary SpellSword as pendragons all over Ramath-Lehi shall soon call me.</span> That's when heremembered. <span style='color:blue'>Wait. Nafel. I don't remember that name. My sis and me found your book one day. Remember?</span> Even though she might've remembered didn't mean she didn't have license to beat him. She was much older, of course, knew much more powerful and effective magic . And the worst thing was to have to be caught in one of her awkward and humiliating spells.<span style='color:blue'>Y..Y...You're n..n.n.not gonna hurt me, are ya'?</span>Khaz was already in enough pain as it is. <span style='color:red'>It's time for the WORST CASE SCENARIO GAME! What 'll she do? Will she throw you into the air and paralyze your wings as you fall all the way down? Or will she--/<span style='color:blue'>SHUTUP!!!! She knows telepathy. Don't give her ideas./<span style='color:red'>Oops. </span></span></span>
Nafel was about to open her mouth to reply to his name, but then his next line threw her off. She remembered the two who had found her book, the Advanced Sorceries with Magic one that she had lost near the bench. "My... book. Yes, I remember. " Lovely. I just chewed out a scared nioti. Good going there, Nafel. Not only did you yell at a nioti, you yelled at one that knows your surname and can report you. There aren't any other 'dragons with my name in this school, especially not any fitting my coloring. She paused for a moment, trying to figure out how to procede. Well, he's aware I can do magic. Presumeably he's suitably scared. How exactly should I convince him I'm not about to, oh, toss him in the air and paralyze his wings? She thought for a moment, trying to stall. Damn. Why did I have to be so rude? She twitched her ear. 'What was that noise? You're not going to tell me that was really a snore, are you?" The kid was loud, no doubt about that. Nafel had never heard such a loud noise from a 'dragon in her life, and Nurano was one of the loudest snorers on campus! Suddenly an idea struck her. He's young, reporting me probably hasn't occured to him. I bet I can bargain off a spell and a guarentee of safety for one of silence. "I won't hurt you, so long as you don't tell anyone I yelled at you." She figured that if the young 'dragon were any older, he probably would have seen it was a ruse, but Khaz looked like he was just old enough to be admitted to Janardian. "You know I'm a mage. How about I do a spell for you?" Nafel hoped he'd ask for something that wasn't very difficult. The sporadic cramps made it hard to concentrate on anything, and concentration was needed for most intermediate or advanced spells. The little ones she could do fairly well, though. Nafel twisted the strap on her lute case between her paws, hoping that Khaz wouldn't tell anyone with authority. She had a spotless record, and she wanted it to stay that way.
<span style='color:red'>Well you're not dead. And she's not as angry as before. Lucky you.</span>He just noticed that his left leg was bleeding.<span style='color:blue'>I won't tell. Honest. Just don't shoot me through the air or something. And yes. I guess I do snore too loud. I never realy heard myself snore until today though. I had this weird dream. It was like this giant box making these really loud noises. In and out. In and out. Then I woke up and people were...staring at me. </span> She wanted to do a spell. Well, why not? He was already told he wasn't going to be attacked by evil magic monkeys and the like. So what did he have to fear? <span style='color:blue'>"Sure. Go ahead. I don't want to strain you to hard, but if you want to. I don't really which care one. As long as I'm not gettin hurt.</span>He didn't want to annoy her with his strange requests. That can only feed fury.
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>I love the phrase "Evil magic monkeys". It makes me giggle.</td></tr></table> IC: Nafel almost sighed with relief, but restrained herself. She didn't want to seem too relieved. He might think that was odd. "I won't shoot you through the air, promise." She giggled at the picture, she could just barely see it in her mind. "You don't care which spell I do?" That's it. I oficially love this kid. She thought for a moment, sticking her tongue out and rolling her eyes up in her "thinking" pose out of habit. I could... change his pelt color. Nah, that's too difficult. An illusion of some type? Maybe. Or... I could show him Luthano. He's too young to know what he is, and that's my most interesting spell. She turned her head towards Khaz. "Do you like birds?" She figured her probably did. Nafel turned away from Khaz and raised her arm like a falconer calling a bird. That was, in a sense, what she was doing. "Kyna sy na." It translated as "Come to me" in the common language, it was really not necesary. It was more for Khaz than Luthano. He could come when she willed it, in a sense he was always there. He was she and she was he. As the last word faded of her lips, a shimmering kestrel-sized falcon landed on her wrist. He might have hurt her if he'd been real, she was wearing no gloves, but he was all Fronima, so it didn't matter. He cocked his head and raised his wings, displaying golden plumage with a pattern of black feathers over the wings and sides. He blinked his amber eyes once. He was capable of speech, but he witheld for the moment, due to the fact that Nafel wanted him to seem like an illusion and not something that could think as well or better than she. She turned her head back to Khaz. "Do you like him?"
<span style='color:blue'>It's...a bird</span>He had his share of spirits before. He even owned one himself. Chaos, however, isn't one that you just show off to everyone. Besides, if she kew that he had a spirit, a competitive spirit may spark, and Chaos doesn't do tricks.<span style='color:blue'>It's so...so...majestic. Is it a spirit, illusion, or a familiar. He looks like a spirit, but I can't tell. He's specialized to you, though. Does he talk?</span> <span style='color:red'>Too many questions at once, Khaz. Slow it down a bit. Let her breathe a little. Remember, she forgot about being angry for now. So, just flow with it. </span> He longed to reach up and touch the birds feathers, but his arms were still in numbing pain. If only, they used ninja stars that don't explode nowadays. But being that its the middle of spring, finals were approaching, and the tutoring courses weren't easy. Especially since tommorow, the pendragon with the extremely giant muscles was doing tutoring. He could think of nothing of the next day, but pain and torment. <span style='color:blue'>I wish...I had a spirit. Well, at least one that I can call every now and then. Maybe I can use it to help me heal my aching body. I never knew things could hurt in all these different areas.</span> <span style='color:red'>O GOD! YOU SAID HURT! Hurt reminds us of pain. Pain gives us pain. Pain gives us anger. Don't you say that again. You gotta watch what you say. You have no idea what she's going through and how much she's holding back. <span style='color:blue'>It sometimes makes you wonder though. What she's feeling now? <span style='color:red'> It's that thing that girls get. Remember what happened to Kipcha last summer. With the-- <span style='color:blue'>Cramps and the Anger Problems? Yeah. Mom said girls get it naturally. So you think? <span style='color:red'>Exactly...what we have here is someone suffering from MaD CoW DiSeAsE!!! <span style='color:blue'>Oh yeah, that's what Suro called it. The time where 'Girls go mad crazy, yo! An' start doin weird shtuff like rubbing their schtuff and schtuff like that' Oh that kid was funny. <span style='color:red'>Is she listening to us? <span style='color:blue'>Maybe? I'll check. Hey, if you can hear me, say yes! <span style='color:red'>Hmm..creative. <span style='color:blue'>Yeah well it's all I can think of.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span>
"He's a... er..." Nafel's indecision was quickly made up for by Nurano. <span style='color:orange'>{Yes, I can talk. And I'm something of a familiar, I suppose. It's a long story.}</span>A snort of laughter entered the bird's "voice". Nafel could only hope that he knew what he was doing, as she certainly didn't. He sent her a mental reassurance, and she quieted down, now only mildly curioius. Nafel was suddenly aware of Luthano "laughing" (he's an ethereal being, so he can't really laugh, but anyway) hysterically. She raised an eyebrow at him, conveying that she wanted to be included in the joke. She hated being left out of things like this, no matter if she was meant to hear them or not. Nurano indulged her, sending a thread of telepathy towards his other half. <span style='color:orange'>{Nafel, you might want to listen in on the youngster's thoughts... I do believe you'd be amused. I don't think he minds if you do so.}</span> Nafel raised her eybrows, but went ahead and opened up her senses to hear what the youngster was saying. She was curious now, Luthano was notably somber, she hadn't heard him laugh before this. It sometimes makes you wonder though. What she's feeling now? It's that thing that girls get. Remember what happened to Kipcha last summer. With the-- Cramps and the Anger Problems? Yeah. Mom said girls get it naturally. So you think? Exactly...what we have here is someone suffering from MaD CoW DiSeAsE!!! Oh yeah, that's what Suro called it. The time where 'Girls go mad crazy, yo! An' start doin weird shtuff like rubbing their schtuff and schtuff like that' Oh that kid was funny. Is she listening to us? Maybe? I'll check. Hey, if you can hear me, say yes! Nafel nearly fell out of her chair. Ah, what a joy to be young. Mad Cow Disease? I don't even want to know. The last bits of anger she had towards the young 'dragon faded away. In response to his question, she sent out a thread of mental speech. {Yes, I can hear you Khaz. Mad Cow Disease? I assure I am not insane. I think.} Nafel refused the urge to giggle at the mental image, as tempting as it was.
<span style='color:red'>Just Got Busted!!! hahah! Now you got burned! <span style='color:blue'> Uhh...she wasn't supposed to be listening but hey, her thoughts even sound nice. So I guess she's fine now. <span style='color:red'> No, evil magic monkeys... <span style='color:blue'>Nope <span style='color:red'> Awww.... <span style='color:green'> You we're talking about me. <span style='color:blue'>Chaos? Where in the... <span style='color:green'>Don't talk about me in public, okay? I'm not suposed to be known by people who haven't seen me. <span style='color:blue'>Ok. Ok. So touchy nowadays. She has telepathy y'know. She can hear you. <span style='color:green'> Yes. Yes I am touchy. And No. No, she can't hear a specialized spirit telepathy. I'm specialized to you and your brother so she can't hear my telepathy. But she hears you talking to yourself. Oh and you and Veja are set for eight days, alright?</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span> <span style='color:blue'>EIGHT?! ARE YOU CRAZY?!</span> Khaz jumped up. He didn't feel his pain for a little more than six seconds. Then he fell back down only to realize he yelled it out loud. He felt more staring.<span style='color:blue'>Uhh..yeah. Umm. Yeah, so like I was sayin'. Nice to meet you, Mr...Nafel's bird. I'm Khaz (THE LEGENDARY SPELLSWORD!!!!). But I guess you knew already. Yeah. And I'm really off my edge right now. SO you can hear me speak in my mind in third person at times. Good thing to have when no one's around. <span style='color:red'>But there are a lot of pendragons around...</span> Shutup!</span>
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>Happy Birthday! :)</td></tr></table> Nafel heard the entire conversation. A bit stunned, she and Luthano blinked in unison. As Khaz landed, Nafel raised her eyebrows. {Erm... all you alright?} Luthano was looking at her now, and they were conversing mentally. Just like Khaz's spirit, they couldn't be heard by Khaz. <span style='color:orange'>{Is he insane?}</span> {I would have said no, but now I'm not quite sure.} <span style='color:orange'>{Alright. Just so long as we're clear on that.}</span> To Khaz, Luthano sent a thread of telepathy after Nafel's. <span style='color:orange'>{It's Luthano, please.}</span> The Spirit-form was rather touchy about his name, but why that was, Nafel had yet to discover. Her theory was that he disliked being treated as something that wasn't sentient, like a pet or something. The truth was, he was easilly as intelligent as most Pendragons, if not more so. Nafel spoke up, vocally this time instead of mentally. "You said you hurt? Why?" Fearing that the young Khaz would hurt himself even further, she added, "If you want, I can heal you... healing magics are my specialty. Where do you hurt?" Nafel like healing magics, as well as air magics. They were her favorites, and so she had worked the hardest to master them. She had a bit of a reputation for them among her friends.
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>aww...thank you</td></tr></table> <span style='color:blue'>Uhh...pain. Why I'm in pain? Well, there's the finals for the Basic warrior classes. And I was signed up for 'Mandatory Tutoring' for non-weapon combat. They told me magic isn't allowed on the final, which I've been getting away with using sometimes. Making my hands warmer for more stinging blows and such. But, they got this guy who can sense the use of even the smallest bit of magic, so they can disqualify and fail anyone who uses it. There. </span> <span style='color:red'>And you failed to mention your leg is bleeding.<span style='color:blue'>It is?<span style='color:red'>It is now.</span></span></span> Khaz looked at his left leg. It was, indeed, bleeding. Staining his nice black jeans with his natural red ink.<span style='color:blue'>Yeah, and me leg bleeds. If you want to try, go ahead. But don't make it too obvious. All of the most show-offy ones come back to class with all of their scars. </span> And Khaz was one of them. He was a smart show off though. He'd come back with scars on his arm or foot but all the ones covered by clothes, he let his sister take care of. Every day, he go in at perfect condition. And every day, came out with at least three soars on his body.
Nafel smiled at the younger 'dragon. Battle scars... He's male, indeed. Luthano, who had now moved to Nafel's shoulder, scoffed. <span style='color:orange'>{That doesn't mean he's male, it just means he's young.}</span> Nafel thought for a moment, trying to figure out the best way to heal the young 'dragon and preserve his dignity. Then it occured to her: she could just accelerate the healing of the wound. "Maybe you should ask one of the older," And less violent, she thought to herself, "'Dragons to help. One that isn't your teacher, maybe? Or you could work on strength training, so as to not rely on magic alone. Take solace in the fact that you'll be able to use it in a few years." Nafel stared at the blood slowly seeping through the young 'dragon's pant leg. "Here... if you want to keep the scar, I think I can heal it by just... speeding up time a bit. Making the tiny cells your leg is composed of do their job more quickly. That way they'll leave a scar like they normally would, but it will form and heal more quickly. Does that sound good?" {Luthano, d'you think that I could do that?} This was a private 'path, so Khaz couldn't hear. Luthano gave the mental equivilent of a shrug. <span style='color:orange'>{Well, I don't see why not. It can't hurt to try, at least.}</span> Nafel didn't bother arguing with the bird that it could hurt to try, if she messed up, as he probably would keep her from doing things in too botched a manner. Nafel raised her two-colored eyes from Khaz's blood to his face. "Before I heal the wound, I would suggest you roll your pants leg up. I don't want to fuse your pants leg to the wound or anything. Better safe than sorry, ne?" She waited, hoping that Khaz was young enough to just do it without attempting to be modest or something.
<span style='color:blue'>"Right, right. Why not? Don't want to have to wear this pants forever?"</span> That scared him alot. Being fused to a pair of pants... yuck. How would he be able to wash it? His leg wa bleeding. But strangely, it was from various cuts. Like he was clawed numerous times. His tutor at the time, wasn't using claws. In fact, he said he wouldn't as a handicap. It had to be someone else. <span style='color:blue'>It's gotta be that really annoying kid. Boy, he's gonna get it.Hmph. Just watch, by tomorrow, that kid won't have a leg to stand on. Or a head, to notice it's missing.</span> There were six strokes. Each of them curved inwardly so it was easy to tell it was from plain claws. And the size of them made it easy to tell who did it.<span style='color:blue'>Ya' know. That's kinda smart. Maybe, I'll get Veja to practice with me. Headlocks and nuggies for the rest of the day. That's just how things roll in sibling rivalry.</span>
Nafel looked at the six gashes on Khaz's leg, tutting. They really do beat each other up in those classes. Wow... She peered closer to see how deep the wound was. It was fairly deep, but not horribly, 'ohmygod I'm going to loose my leg' deep. It was within her ability. However, she would not be able to do it alone. Nafel bent back over and grabbed her abandoned lute case, unzipping it and pulling out the large wooden instrument. She played a few experimental notes, and raised her head to Khaz. "I'm going to use my lute. It makes it easier for me to heal you, and for you to be healed. Just relax, if you can. Pay attention to the music." With that, she started strumming on the lute, finally settling on a slow waltz. It was one of Nafel's favorites, for a variety of reasons. The waltz was in a minor key, but it was still quite beautiful. The slow tempo made it easy to fall into a trance while listening, which was what she wanted Khaz to do. Nafel's fingers danced across the strings. She knew the song by heart, and it was easy for her. She shifted her attention from the lute and her fingers to the wound. As she shifted, she accelerated the tempo of the piece, thinking to the leg, Grow, heal, grow. I lend you my energy. Nafel was not one for complex wording. Her spells were fairly blunt, as there were only so many ways to phrase the same request. Before her eyes, she could see the leg knitting itself together. A scab formed over the wounds, the shallowest first, and then faded away. All that was left was six white lines, left in place of the wounds. Nafel, finished, strummed the last few notes on her lute, then silenced it. She looked at Khaz. "So, is that what you wanted?"
A nice little scab formed on top of his cuts. What's better was that he can actually feel his legs. <span style='color:blue'>"Good, now I can kick some heads in tomorrow. You can watch if you want. Just don't get covered in blood. <span style='color:red'>Invite her to dinner too.<span style='color:blue'>I thought I told you to shutup.<span style='color:red'>Too bad.</span></span></span></span> <span style='color:blue'>"So, if there's anything you or Luthano might need. Just ask me. <span style='color:red'>As long as it has nothing to do with spell practice, right?</span></span> Khaz winced at that thought. <span style='color:blue'>"Umm, as long as I'm not used for target spell practice.</span>
Nafel winced a little at the phrase "kick some heads". She was an extreme pascifist, so even that reference made her slightly ill. Nonetheless, she was happy that she had done her job well. It really is a nice bit of work., she thought to herself. "So, if there's anything you or Luthano might need. Just ask me. Umm, as long as I'm not used for target spell practice." Nafel laughed at that comment, a sound of genuine amusement. She replied to Khaz, her eyebrows raised. "Target practice? Nah, you're much too amusing." Nafel stretched, her arms raised above her head. She bent over and grabbed her lute case, repacking the instrument. She pulled the zipper, sealing the case, and set it back on the bench next to her. She rested her hand on it, protectively. {Hey, I don't suppose I need you anymore. D'you want to leave?} She 'pathed the query to Luthano, who had moved to the bench when she stretched. He was looking bored (at least, as bored as a bird can look). <span style='color:orange'>{Yes, I think I probably should.}</span> Luthano blinked his large amber eyes, turning so as to view Khaz. He 'pathed the next message to both his master and the young 'dragon, but to no one else. <span style='color:orange'>{I'm going to head out. It was nice meeting you, Khaz. I hope your weapons training goes well.}</span> With that brief message, he flew off. As he flew above the nearest tree, he disappeared.
<span style='color:blue'>Bye luthano. He's a nice bir..uh..familar. Nicer than some pendragons, I know. <span style='color:red'>Is that supposed to mean me?</span></span> Khaz's older brother, Veja, came from behind him and grabbed Khaz by the throat, barely choking him. He let go and let out a slight chuckle. <span style='color:blue'>AHH!! Oh,it's you. Where'd you come from? <span style='color:red'>E.Sorc. You know, the class that we're BOTH in. That YOU missed because youwere talking to some GIRL. I'm telling mom. <span style='color:blue'>No! No, wait! Don't do that! Please! <span style='color:red'>Yeah, well. You really have to go to class and plead to the teacher that you don't lose points. Cutting doesn't go very well in our class, and I'm not gonna take the rap for you either.</span></span></span></span> Khaz turned to look at Veja, then back at Nafel. <span style='color:blue'>This is Veja, my weird, eccentric oddball of an older brother. Veja, this is Nafel, She's got AP Sorcery. <span style='color:red'>Ooh, how exotic. Hello, Nafel. Khaz has told me so much about you. <span style='color:blue'>Like what? <span style='color:red'>Yeah, so anyway, Khaz. You better go now. The teacher's looking for you. And you don't want her to find you, before you find her. <span style='color:blue'>OK, OK, I get it. I'm going. Jeez. <span style='color:red'>Well, nice meeting you Nafel. I'm so sorry ta' bother ya' by take my brother away from you, but I'm just going to take him before he says something stupid or loses points in class. Let's go Mr. I'm a SpellSword yet I can't even spell 'sword'. <span style='color:blue'>S-O-A-R-D, sword. Hah! </span></span> </span></span></span></span></span> Khaz got up, successfully this time, and with no audience watching him either. Veja grabbed him by both of his shoulders, and directed him in the direction of which the classes were. Khaz brushed him off, and looked back at Nafel. <span style='color:blue'>I'll see ya'round.</span>Veja pushed Khaz towards the building, nodding at Nafel as he went. <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>I think I closed it there. Unless you'd like tosay goodbye to him as he walks off.</td></tr></table>
