<font color='#000000'>This thread is for Lorax, Reveri, and Tirran. Â There is no posting order to begin with, but once everyone has posted and an order has been established, let’s stick to it. Onwards! Tessera, Day Twelve, Year Three: The female pendragon padded down the corridor, and felt as though the world had blurred edges. All the other students around her seemed to be staring at her, but their faces were mere smudges as they passed by her in slow motion. ’Kie blinked slowly as she floated down the hallway, and her grip on her books tightened. Everything felt odd, and the world was a smeared distortion to her. She couldn’t think or focus, and her belly seemed to be on fire. It was only with great luck and a mechanic memory that she found her way to her first class of the day — Space Exploration with Mr. Lorax Dragyn. As she walked through the door and took her seat in the tiered classroom, the desks and students pitched and swirled around her. Finally having had enough, Okkie curled her feet beneath her, and burrowed her head in her arms. Thought after thought sailed through her bogged mind, and the femme tried to brush them away. She idly wondered when Tirran would arrive — he’d been in the shower when she left the dormitory this morning. Next, her thoughts jumped to her soul brother, and she found herself yearning for his presence. One cobalt orb peeked between the crook in her arms, and Okkie watched the doorway for a few moments, hoping to see Reveri coming through it. But the world tilted sickeningly, and the female closed her eyes as she took a deep breath. Her serpentine tail, which was slim and shaped like a kangaroo’s, idly wound around her desk as Okkiebean slipped into a catnap. Her red-tipped locks of alabaster hair were kept out of her eyes by a white headband with a thin carmine strip around its midpoint. The rest of her outfit simply reeked of school spirit — she wore a white “Janardan Coconuts” tee with a red tee beneath it, and even the rim of her boxers, which were exposed above dark, baggy, low-slung cargo pants, was a spirited shade of scarlet. Her belt matched her headband, and her comfy tennis shoes were white with red soles, soles that bore a hand-scrawled message: “Janardan rules!” But for all her supposed school spirit, this particular she-pendragon did not seem at all interested in class — she paid no attention to the instructor at the front of the classroom, even as he began his lesson. Instead, she was falling ever deeper into a catnap.</font>
<font color='#000F22'><font color=gray face=verdana><font style="font-family:verdana; font-size:11px; line-height:11px"><span style=letter-spacing:-1px>Reveri was a bit anxious, leaving his children to their own classes, without guiding them. But Keshmere had assured him - with her usual, knowledgable certainty - that she would take care of it. Rev had learned to rely on the intelligent cub, despite the fact that his paternal instincts screamed at him to keep them within his sights. It didn't make sense, leaving it in the paws of his 800-year-old daughter. However, she had intelligence beyond her years, and, despite her blindness, got along terribly well in this world. Rev growled softly, shifting the pack that was slung from his shoulder, and eyeing the packed hallway in distaste. How long would it take him to get to class, anyways? Not very long, as it ended up. He managed to squish between other pendragons, and fly over a couple, to get to his class. A smile of satisfaction laced his features at the knowledge that he had made it in time, before he cautiously entered the room. Tilting his head, he eyed his fellow students in thought. Several looked at him with curiousity, but the ebony-tinctured male shrugged his shoulders, and smiled lospidedly at them until they looked elsewhere. Rev finally caught sight of a familiar head - although the face was on the table. With a softened smile of delight, he approached the seat to her right that was empty, and sat down, dropping his bag at his side. A single digit swiped out, poking the arm of his soulsister. He didn't speak, merely grinning shiftily, then poking her again. Perhaps she'd get the hint, and would probably snap at him for disturbing her. A thrum of sickness seemed to envelop him at that moment, though, a knowledge of the pain that warped his sister's frame. He slid from his seat, with a glance at the teacher, before gently leaning towards her, muzzle brushing close to her ear. <font color=black>"'Kie, dear, are you alright? You don't look so hot."</font> He spoke lightly, but in a voice that was soothing, but resounded with Reveri.</font>
<font color='#000000'>The bell screamed to Tirran that he was quite late, and he made a break for his class - he bolted down the halls of the academy, clinging to his books and backpack as if for dear life as he dodged delinquents, walls and various objects scattered throughout the hallways. He'd been like this the past several days - things bouncing about in his mind distracted him from his schoolwork more and more. However, socially, he was at his prime. It seemed to him that, for the moment, his grades could never mean as much as maintaining good standing in his circle of friends which seemed to be expanding outward at an accelerating rate. Was this due to a certain, unspeakable boost in his confidence a few short days before? Oftentimes he almost shrugged those events off as a dream, but no, they were quite real. Every time he saw Okkie, that happy, perky, chocolatey, tempting femme, he couldn't help but smile. His run turned to a casual stride, and it took him another good five minutes to make it to class. He was horridly late. Regardless, he stood almost casually in the doorway, taking his good old time to locate 'Kiebean. He then strode in to class, taking the only available seat which, luckily, was located directly behind her. Walking slowly into the room, he noticed something slightly awry about 'Kie's disposition - mainly the fact that there was no disposition to speak of. It seemed she was quite... out of it. As he walked past her desk, he leaned over, gently placing a pecked kiss atop her head, then took his seat quietly behind her, getting several odd glances from about the room at the rather out-of-place display of friendly affection.</font>
<font color='#000000'>Lorax had started his lesson all right, but already he noticed that he was losing his students. He glanced about the room, several students already had that glazed look in their eyes as they had slipped off into dream-like states. A few more were idly listening to music players, some were chattering, another seemed to be gnawing on a writing device of some sort, and yet another was leaned back and counting ceiling tiles. He couldn't blame them. After all, Lorax had not liked school much either... although, he had spent a fair share of his time wedged in between the pages of books he had borrowed. He had learnt mostly on his own and then had spent his class time getting pulled into devising ways to pull off new and inventive pranks on the teachers. It was sad, but true. Lorax had spent the majority of his school days planted in front of the principal's office due to the fact that he hadn't been able to resist his own twin brother's charm. Draco could be so very persuasive. But now the dynamic Draco wasn't here. He'd hooked up with some female last night and Lorax had no clue as to where he had camped out. You look out for a guy for so long, and this is how they decide to repay you. Well, that's gratitude for you. Lorax kept the door open as he taught. There was nothing worse than arriving late to a class where the door was shut and locked. Besides, the open door reminded him that he need only bolt right out of there to escape this little school of horrors. Not that he would... but it was nice to know that that option was always there. As Lorax thought, his mouth moved practically on it's own. Having done this for so long and routinely, he could pretty much detach himself at will. "—and this," he was saying, "is a standard S4 model. Once used primarily for space exploration, but now pretty much obsolete with recent innovations involving machina. Underneath is the S8... and..." He said, indicating a stealthy looking ship on a small piece of paper. He then pointed to the writing in small scrawled Ramathian located on a small box to the side of the illustration. "I'll just pass these out, and we can go over them." He murmured, picking up the pile of papers he had at the front desk. Lorax then walked up the left side aisle, placing the correct amount of papers on each row to be passed down their lengths.</font>
<font color='#000000'>“’Kie, dear, are you alright? You don’t look so hot.” The female blinked heavily and lifted her head to peer blearily at Reveri. His ebony form, with its quicksilver scores, swam in front of her for a few seconds before he came into full focus. His silhouette was still a bit blurry, but Okkie smiled at him nonetheless. Hazy edges or not, her soul brother was a sight for sore eyes — literally. Hence, after her initial reaction of numbness passed over, the caramel-’n-marshmallow pendragon grinned at Reveri, her smile full of glistening daggers. Unfortunately, this friendly expression was short-lived; the smile turned into a grimace and Okkie let her cheek fall onto her arms. “I don’t feel so hot, either.” Suddenly, ’Kie felt a soft flourish on her carmine-licked tresses. Slowly, she lifted her head a bit, to peer around. It only took her a moment to realize that Tirran was roosted behind her, and that the tender whisper on her cranium had been nothing short of an amiable peck. Her strength and energy sapped, all the winged pendragon managed to do was wave to her roommate, and then she laid her velveteen cheek on her arm once again, her baby blues turned towards Reveri. “That’s Tirran. He’s my roommate. We… hm.” Something in her oculars blazed, but then the icy flame died away. Okkie turned her face so that her muzzle was buried in her arms and she softly sighed. The pains in her belly had become acidic javelins of agony, and she felt… beyond exhausted. She wanted to hug and chatter with Reveri, and perhaps flirt with Tirran, but all she could do was perch in her seat, her raptor-like tail winding and unwinding in a rhythm with the pains shooting throughout her slender bodice. Why do I feel so sick? When I woke up, I was fine… this illness struck around breakfast time. But I didn’t eat anything that would cause this — I mean, can a granola bar induce nausea? Her thoughts swirled. No… ohmigosh, wait! The she-pendragon abruptly jerked up, her palms flat on her desk as her eyes widened in horror. She gasped lightly, and then wailed: “Ohmigosh! Am I pregnant?”</font>
<font color='#000F22'><font color=gray face=verdana><font style="font-family:verdana; font-size:11px; line-height:11px"><span style=letter-spacing:-1px>Toned muscles flexed mildly, and eyes flickered towards the front of the room as Reveri made sure that the teacher wasn't going to get upset and stalk over in irritation. As it was, Lorax didn't seem worried - or he didn't notice - which caused the silver-highlighted male relax a margin. Eyes returned once more to the caramel-cream dragoness who held his soulkinship, and a scant whisper of worry danced in his eyes. Before, she had cared for him, when he was wounded. Fingers that didn't dwell on the back shoulders of his soulsister flickered to his wing out of habit. Scars were still carried, there, from that event. A memory of both deep love and harsh pain. That had been their reunion, but it had been bittersweet. As Okkie smiled, he tried a halfhearted lip quirk of his own. There was something vaguely unfocused about her eyes that caused his heart to beat frantically, though. Quicksilver eyes darted to the nearest exit, and his mind was already quickly calculating how long it would take to get to the resident healer. Tail flicked idly in agiation, and any small portion of his mind that had been focused on the class snapped to attention, aimed on the she-'dragon. The smile faded to a grimace, and the face of his beloved chocolate sister fell once more towards her arm. A whimper escaped his throat, and her words only caused his lips to tighten. If neccessary, he'd drag her out of here, since, stubborn as she was, it was unlikely that she would actually allow him to get her help. Before he could go and do anything, or even so much as utter any words of soothing comfort, or ask her if she needed to leave to the healer's, another male appeared behind them. Anti-gold eyes snapped to the newcomer, and a half-snarl curled his lips. Already, he didn't like the familiar, friendly air about the confident male. In fact, Reveri wanted nothing less then to punch the bloody bugger up, right there and then. Something had sparked within the soulbrother, a whisper of hatred that wrapped about his heart in a bleak shroud. Not yet developed, it could, potentially, fade, but the roots were beginning to reach. As Tirran kissed the top of Kie's head, Reveri would have followed through with his desire, too, if Okkie hadn't turned towards him, and spoken. Her words caused him to narrow his eyes, and slide fully back into his chair. A knowledge was beginning to form. The words that had abruptly turned into "hm" didn't leave any doubt in his mind. It only agitated him more, and hurt him, to the core. In fact, if it was possible, he would have leapt at Tirran, and slashed at the other male. The only problem was, Okkie was of more concern, at the moment. Besides that, Reveri wasn't the type to get himself kicked out of school. He had to be a responsible dad, after all. At Okkie's words, however, and the horror in her face, he couldn't help himself. Retracted claws unsheathed, scoring the desk before him, and his lips twisted into vehement malice. Eyes locked on Tirran, and he slid his legs so that he could easily escape the trap of his desk. <font color=black>"I have little doubt that would be your fault, am I correct, 'Tirran'?"</font> The words came out as a barely suppressed roar of anger, which hissed out as more of a harsh growl, to avoid the immediete attention of the teacher. His claws longed for blood, before he was torn away from the other male. Without waiting for an answer, he rose, muscles quivering with anticipation.</font>
<font color='#000000'>The male was somewhat distracted from his lesson by the state of his roomie - it was uncharacteristic of her, to say the least, to be so gloomy; so distant. And he wished he could help, yet he sensed an odd air of near animosity from the male sitting beside her. Though he did not know who he was, he could only assume it was a new boyfriend. Of course, the assumption was well off the mark, but to him it was enough of a deterrent to any further intervention in the scene that was to unfold before him. He could not hear the talk of rockets going on about him; nor did he wish to. His concern lay primarily in the female before him; sullen and depressed, looking rather sickly, and his inability to help her in any way. He had an A+ in the class, at any rate. He could afford to miss a day worrying. And then she said it. At first he passed it off simply as one of those things that... happens. To her, of course. Not to him. But things started to come together; and suddenly things crashed down on him - hard. I was the only one... Now, he reasoned, would be a good time to panic. So, that is precisely what he did - before he could think further, he bolted up in his seat, hitting his desk so hard that it flipped right over with an obnoxious crash. "You're... you're what? No, you're not!" At the hostile words from Reveri - which intimidated him thoroughly - he simply stared at the aggressor, eyes wide in fear, and froze - there was nothing he could think of that he could do or say at this point. "Uh... I..." He quickly fumbled to grab his desk and return it to an upright position.</font>
<font color='#000000'>Lorax had the time to venture up all the way to the back of the classroom before Okkie cried out. He was tucking his leftover papers away into a small pack that he had been carrying when Okkie's shrill voice rang out. He turned his head, half expecting some kid to be shapeshifted into some atrocious beast and scaring the heck out of the class. Despite Lorax's quick snapping attention, it took two full beats for him to correctly understand the content of Okkie's outcry. Pregnant? Now that was something that he didn't hear in class that often... though a class of this age group, "sex talk" wasn't that uncommon. Draco would be bound to get a laugh out of this one. Lorax was about to politely interject and usher Okkie quietly out of the room, but right at that moment something seemed to be festering between Reveri and Tirran. That was the last thing that he really needed. A fight. How would he explain the happenings to the custodial staff? Or the principal for that matter. It was true that these things happened everyday, but he was supposed to be the authorative figure in the room. And what would Ratha, his wife's, reaction be once she caught wind? She'd most likely launch into a long spiel about all of the mistakes he'd made, things he couldn't handle... or worst of all, she'd be silent. Her silence and brooding was simply unbearable and was definately something that he would like to avoid at all costs. Lorax cleared his throat, attempting to call attention to himself as he looked toward this new class disruption and it's creators. "Is something the matter?" He asked, his voice somewhat gruff.</font>
<font color='#000000'>Okkie was too preoccupied with her own enthralled dread to notice the aggressive exchange between the two males. Her tail twisted and writhed as wave after wave of sublime shock knocked through her body. She'd felt a little ill before - now she felt sick to her stomach. She wanted to stand up and run from the room, wanted to find a warm, dark corner to curl up in. She wanted to cry and scream and snarl wickedly. Yet her cute bum was glued to her seat, and her hands were pinned to the desktop. Her mouth fell open slightly as the full realization of this crisis finally sank into her skin. All at once, her slender pendragon bodice froze, and she stared at Mr. Dragyn as if transfixed. Blue eyes blindly following the whiteness of the papers in his hands. Once again, the world around 'Kie tilted and whirled like some amusement park ride, and the whiteness blurred into a spectrum and faded into oblivion. Everything went black as the female slumped forward onto her desk, in a half-faint. I'm pregnant... I have an egg forming inside me. Not just an egg. A baby is inside that egg. No, wait. There's a possibility I'm mistaken. We should have used protection. We didn't think. It's mistakes like these that ruin lives. I would be a good mother. But I can't be pregnant, not really. Or can I? Why did we do it? What were we thinking? A baby. Inside me. What do you know? A male goes in, a baby comes out. What a sick cycle. Why me? A baby's quite possibly growing inside me. Is it green or blue? Purple or pink? Is it a boy? A girl? Will it have my eyes? Or will it have Tirran's eyes? Tirran... this is all that goddamn male's fault. That stupid idiot impregnated me without asking my permission. How dare he. I think he'd be an okay daddy, though... I just hope he knows how to change diapers. Because I sure don't. Ohmigosh. A baby. A baby. A baby... Delirious thoughts rambled through the banded pendragon's mind, wreaking havoc and causing her brain to throb with pain. She groaned loudly, and her tail twitched unvoluntarily. Agony seemed to seethe in every corner of her body. Okkie wanted to stand up, and run far, far away. At the same time, she wanted to lay down on the floor and sleep forever. But she couldn't do either - as she came around from her fainting spell, the femme could barely peel her blues open. All she could do was squint and roll her head from side to side, trying to rid the grief from inside her mind. "Make the hurt go away. Make it go away now. Please." It was anybody's guess whom Okkie was talking to. Though her blue slits had once again pinned themselves to the white pieces of paper in Mr. Dragyn's hand. Or were those papers? No... Okkie grimaced and tried to focus. That was... Tirran...? He was moving awfully fast, as if there was an emergency. 'Kie hoped he wasn't trying to rush to her aid. Then a desk crashed to the floor and her cheek knew the cool desktop again. She closed her eyes and wished herself away from here.</font>
<font color='#000F22'><font color=gray face=verdana><font style="font-family:verdana; font-size:11px; line-height:11px"><span style=letter-spacing:-1px>Reveri's breath was exhaled in a soft hiss, eye narrowing even more as he watched the bumbling Tirran. In any other situation, Reveri would have been warmly amused, and even would have offered to assist the other student. As it was, a predatory amusement flickered through his eyes, and a similar smile danced into life on his lips. His upper lip curled back in a vicious manner, eyes intimidating, stance radiating powerful hostility. By now, the affair was far from private, and many of the students were staring at Rev in sharp surprise. Normally, the silver-etched charcoal male was calm tempered. As it was, the betrayal and hurt he felt needed an outlet. Due to the fact that Tirran was the likely source of his soulsib's pain, that was the only thing he could lash out at. He might regret it later, being a lover, rather then a fighter, and any pain given or taken would probably be another mistake marring his life. Besides that, if he got into trouble, then his kids would hear. And whatever gods there were knew that Kesh would give him an earful for his actions. At Tirran's words, Reveri was prepared to lash out, muscles tensing, body tensed to move forward. The words of the teacher temporarily froze him, and his icy silver gaze flickered to the older pendragon. His eyes were filled with distaste, as well as a wary sort of contemplation. Lorax could do a lot to Rev, especially since he had influence as a Dragyn, as well as a Janardan teacher. Whether he used it or not, the male possessed it. Besides that, any flaw on his record could get Rev expelled, especially something as moderately big as attacking a fellow student. As it was, Reveri didn't want to abandon his children here, and have to only visit them when they exited the grounds. A faint flick of his tail was indecisive, eyes full of dark fire. The fire of anger temporarily began to smolder, and he heard the words of his soulsib. Sadly, with worry dancing in his soul, he growled. There was abosolutely no way he was leaving Okkie there, and attacking the other male. With a glare that signified their dispute wasn't over - though Tirran seemed more submissive, more cowering then anything - the male bent down, scooping 'Kie up in his arms. Ignoring any protest she might give, he gave not even a glance in the direction of the teacher. Walking out of the back of the room, ignoring the stares - and anyone following him - as he strode towards the nurse's office. </font>
<font color='#000000'>Tirran stared, maw agape, as the pair fled the class with hurried stride. There was silence all about the classroom - a hushed, eerie, discomforting silence that merely brought upon the male the self-concious assertion that the whole class, was in fact, staring intently at him. One particularly unsavory fellow leaned over to him, and, in the giggly hushed tone of a typical high-school student whispered "Really? With her? How was it!?" Despite the urge, he resisted striking the student and instead only cast disgusted glare at the creature, who, in a timid manner that almost seemed hurt, leaned back away from Tirran, a wisp of confusion playing across his face. The milky-white male glanced up at the teacher, his eyes pleading desperately to not be held back, "...If you'll excuse me, Mr. Dragyn..." - and with that he bolted out the door, leaping over his desk and out in to the hall, running as quickly as he could to the first place he could think of them being - of course, being the wrong place. He took the wrong turn from the get-go, running from hall to hall desperately until finally, he found the room he was looking for, several floors down and packed tight with a rather miserable class. It was the health room, presided over by the most miserable of teachers in the building, Ms. Kumet. In fact, the only thing he liked about her was the fact that he was able to refer to her by her first name - she so hated to be called Ms. Loget. Beyond that, however, there was nothing at all likable about the female, and the idea of voluntarily stepping through the door of that classroom brought a bitter taste to his mouth. She had, well, hit on him throughout most of the time in which he had her as a teacher, and he was, due to that fact, quite intimidated by her presence about him. He took a deep breath, turned the knob and practically kicked the door in, expecting the room to be in a state of utter chaos, with 'Kiebean somewhere in the center of it all. Poor Okkie. He wished so much that he could fix things... "Look! I can explain this! Please! Just give me a cha... where is everyone?" He glanced about the room - all he saw were many 7th year students and one teacher. There was no Okkie here. In fact, there was no Okkie within several floors of here! "...The goddamn NURSES office!" he blurted out, before storming off out the door, through the halls, up three flights of stairs and then through another labyrinth of enclosed spaces and classrooms. This time, he found the nurse's office and burst through the door, gasping for air and searching the room fervently with his eyes for the creamy-chocolate femme. They landed upon her form sitting in a chair, waiting, looking utterly miserable. Now that he was able to relax slightly, he caught up with his own thoughts, quite similar to the female's - I'm gonna be a dad? There's no way I can do that... I don't know ANYTHING about kids! I have to stay in school! I wonder if it'll play sports... I could teach it... does this mean we have to get married? What if she doesn't talk to me anymore? What if I get kicked out of school? Where would I live? I don't want to switch dorms! Why did I do that with my best friend? This can't be true... She's not pregnant! Maybe she just ate too much! He stared at her sullenly, and muttered softly, still with a reasonable amount of shock visible in his shaky, timid voice, "I, uh... I'm sorry..." With that he took a seat at the opposite side of the room, keeping his eyes locked on the femme, only occasionally breaking visual contact to glance warily at her sibling and wonder what Reveri would do to him if this was all true...</font>
<font color='#000000'>"Class, if you turn to the back of the sheet I just handed out you'll find some questions relating to the models. I would like-" The rest of his words were lost as the classroom seemed to errupt into loud whispers, talking, lewd gestures, and immature giggles due to the content of the day's current event. Lorax's gaze narrowed noticeably and he took a deep breath to gather his wits. He then attempted to talk over everyone's voices as best he could, "I EXPECT," he began, "ALL OF THOSE questions to be answered by the time I get back." The class seemed to quiet somewhat, "AND, there WILL BE a quiz tomorrow." A sick groan echoed throughout the room. "Now, please get to work while I check to see if everything is alright. If I find out that there have been complaints about this class from other teachers, there WILL be detentions." He said, by then the entire class was mute. In the silence that proceeded, one brave individual snickered. Lorax met their eyes quickly and their laugh tapered off into a nervous silence. Usually he wasn't so uptight, but you could only push a Dragyn so far. With his homework and threats dished out evenly, Lorax trailed the party of three that had just exited his class. He had a faint idea as to were Reveri was taking Okkie... His idea was confirmed as several teachers contacted him through thought-speak, as each was curious to know what had happened. Lorax assured them that he'd fill them in on the details later on, or at least a more screened view. It wasn't really in him to gossip about others. Arriving at the Nurse's Office, Lorax found that the door was already opened. This didn't quite surprise him. Slipping into the office, Lorax glanced at the three of them. "You two," Lorax said his voice low, motioning to both Reveri and Tirran, "I know that you're both really anxious, but could you please step out into the hall. I'm sure that Ms. Okkie would appreciate her space not being invaded at the moment, as this is a rather private matter, regardless of..." Lorax shook he head slowly then stood by the door, indicating that they really should vacate the room. And fast.</font>
<font color='#000000'>A muted grunt was Okkie's only protest as Reveri's arms wrapped around her slight form and hoisted her clean out of her seat. She couldn't muster up any energy to yell, or scream, or kick, or bite, or even to whine or growl. She was entirely spent; her body was slack and her crystalline eyes were sealed shut as she allowed herself to be carried across the classroom and out the door. Her whole torso ached, and her brain seemed to be on fire. Tongues of ice seemed to leap across her shoulder blades and drip down her back, causing the teenager to shiver against her soul-kin's warm chest. Part of her wished that total unconsciousness would just swallow her already, but her self-awareness commanded her to stay awake and wary as Reveri escorted her through the winding Janardan hallways. To keep alert, she tried to speak, and when her voice failed her, she attempted to tap into mind-speech. But even that outlet of communication was too tough. Succumbing finally to her pain and confusion, the banded pendragon curled against her brother's form and fell silent and still. But just as she was getting drowsy and forgetful of the agony, Rev's warm arms slipped away, and Okkie felt herself being lowered into a cold chair. She writhed against the chill, and tried to peel open her baby blues. When she did so, it took her a minute or so to realize where she was - in the nurse's office. Her hand twitched - seeking her brother's. But her energy was sapped; her palm stopped its jolting and lay still as she gave up and slumped in the cool chair. The next few moments passed in silence, as the caramel femme mulled quietly, the bright lights of the office causing her temples to throb. Her thoughts were eventually interrupted by Tirran's unceremonious arrival, and, soon after, Lorax Dragyn's calm and collected words. Then silence again - and more winding thoughts: Whaaat. What am I doing here anyway? What can the nurse do? Why are the lights so damn bright in here? Where's Reveri? Is he next to me? What did Tirran just say? Stupid ass. Stay away from me. You probably want me to kill it, don't you? You snake. Reveri probably wants it to die, too. Maybe that's what I'm here for. Maybe the nurse is going to kill it. Kill the baby? I would never let... no. You ca... can't have it. It may be an accident, but you can't kill it. NO. "No! D-don't... it... don't you dare... try... kill it." This wavering outburst was followed by a few seconds of heavy breathing, and Okkie, once again, wished herself away from this cold, feelingless place.</font>
<font color='#000F22'><font color=gray face=verdana><font style="font-family:verdana; font-size:11px; line-height:11px"><span style=letter-spacing:-1px>Reveri was getting increasingly worried about his soulsib'. She hadn't fought him at all, and he knew that Okkie wasn't generally one to be carried. He had, in fact, expected to be socked in the nose, but this merely proved how far gone she was. Or, perhaps, how little strength she had. He held her close as he walked, making every step one placed with care. The Nurse's Office seemed miles away, despite the fact that it wasn't that far, not compared to the many miles Reveri had walekd before. Horrors upon horrors shifted through his mind, anger, sorrow, and worry and combining to confuse his normally rational mind. If Okkie died, then that 'Tirran' was going down, too. Even if she didn't, that male deserved to be beaten into a bloody pulp... pah. As soon as he arrived at the Office, he slid Okkie out of his arms, and onto the appropriate furniture. A quick succession of questions were spat at him from the Nurse, since 'Kie was unable to reply. His own murmured replies were enough to suffice, though he informed her they were all unconfirmed. With that, Janardan's healer scowled, and turned to her patient. Shrugging lightly, Rev' collapsed in a chair that was for just such a purpose, and sullenly waited. Unfortunately, his musings were interrupted by a face he didn't want to see, not in the slightest, Tirran. A soft growl escaped his throat, sheathed claws scraping out to brush against the edges of the chair, before drawing back in. A sideways glance was given towards the nurse's back, before his attention turned back to the other student. Before he could do anything more to damage the mentality of the other male, however, Lorax appeared on the scene. Reveri's nose wrinkled, and his upper lip curled in irritation. That made attacking Tirran somewhat hard to do. Muscles tensed in his arms at the words of the teacher, a stubborn set to his jaw and eyes indicating intended resistance. Until, that was, an idea sprung into his mind. A cold smile graced his normally warm features, and he leapt to his feet. With a deferent nod towards the Dragyn, he walked easily towards Tirran, a deadly glimmer in his eyes. If Tirran didn't start moving, Reveri was going to drag him out of the room. And oh, that intention was very, very clear, as well as a longing. He dared Tirran not to move of his own accord.</font>
