[h2][color=00aeef]Alexandros[/color][/h2]
[@FallenTrinity][@Fetzen][@Silent Observer][@dragonmancer]

Alex shrugged as both girls told him that they had no advice to give. While Kiara seemed to be wearing more clothes that her friend, she too was undeniably attractive, in an almost unearthly, alien sense of the word. While she spoke to Harald about his origins, she described herself as Fae, and Alex was just as interested as Samantha in figuring out what that was. It seemed that the supernatural world had a huge variety of species inside of it given the different variations of mystical being he had met just today! It was a fascinating new world for Alex as he sat there in a hot tub constructed by a dragon's magic next to a creature that looked like a lion mixed with a bird. Sulleykaar rejoined the group with figure he had been speaking to in the lake. The newcomer had a similar build to his own, but moved with a more serpentine level of grace in his movements as he moved quickly through the water. Sulleykaar introduced him, sort of anyway lacking a name, but identified him as a Naga. Alex did not know what that information meant exactly or what it was that he should do with it, but he was always pleased to meet someone or something new. He waved his hand at the man, [color=00aeef]"Hey there! Come on in."[/color]

Then his attention was distracted by Sulleykaar's offer to join him at his summer home at France. Alex felt a large mixture of things, mainly confusion over what exactly a summer home was and its function versus a regular home, then more confusion about whether he had been asked as well, than equal measures excitement and disbelief. He had just met Sulleykaar so the dragon could not have been asking him to go could he? It was more likely he was addressing the group he had originally met up with. But from the way his eyes went to all of them it seemed he was, in fact invited. He nodded his head vigorously, jaw somewhat agape at the dragon's generosity. [color=00aeef]"Are you sure that it would be alright for me to come? I mean I am not certain how I would get over there. I can probably run there in a few days if I stop enough but I have never seen France before."[/color] He said this in rapidfire French before he realized he was beginning to babble and ceased talking. He wondered idly what France was like. He only had impressions of the place from the French tourists he had met and images on the front of postcards displayed in small corner shops.