[b][i][u]Little Feather[/b][/i][/u]

Little Feather retracted when Kenshi sat down, apparently she hadn’t even been listening to what he was saying. [i]He continues to speak of fighting[/i] Lion grumbled, his ears flicking back as Kenshi told him to calm down. [i]Tell him to bite me[/i] Lion growled low in his throat, sitting back down his tail flicking. Little Feather gave him a look and shook her head, putting a finger to her lips Lion looked away and grumbled. “He’s just being grumpy” Little Feather told Kenshi. “Really...everyone here is friendly. We didn’t think you were going to attack us, so you really don’t need to keep assuring us you won’t” Little Feather smiled before turning her attention back to Kathy. “Yes, I am. I’ve always liked this art, though I prefer to look at it in person. These pictures don’t do them justice” Little Feather answered enthusiastically. 

“I can’t paint though...well I can do body painting but I shouldn't. I can do Quill work though...but not like this” Little Feather was on a role, she moved the book over to Kathy showing her a picture of a few Indian woman sat outside their tepees with fabric and quills in hand. “These woman would have been publicly honored. In the same way a successful warrior would have been. My mother was honored...” Little Feather ground to a halt, blinking suddenly. “I’m so sorry! I got carried away talking” Little Feather apologized.

[i]This human is a strange one...[/i] Lion purred, he looked at the girl hugging him his ears flickering uncertainly as she stroked him. Though he didn't object to the attention, he returned his eyes to Kenshi there was no mistaking the animosity the big cat felt towards this stranger though he wasn't openly expressing aggression towards the young man. Little Feather looked at Kenshi with a frown when he asked for their names. [i]Oh...he must of not heard me introduce everyone[/i] She brushed the thought aside however, smiling at Kenshi as Kathy introduced them all a second time. “That’s a nice looking staff...interesting symbols, what do they mean?” Little Feather inquired, watching Kenshi work on his carving.

[b][u][i]Crash[/b][/u][/i]

Having come to the conclusion Crash was not going to make any new acquaintances today, he had resigned himself and hesitantly attended a lesson. Though he'd survived in Science for all of 25 minutes before he'd been carted out with a bill after touching a piece of equipment he was told not to! He was on his way to theater when he tapped his pockets down, inwardly groaning before sprinting in the opposite direction to the hall. 

A messily written set of directions in hand and another 5 minutes of jogging along hallways meant Crash had arrived at the library doors. With complete tunnel vision he jogged towards the desk, with a sheepish grin. "No running in the library!" Was the response he got from the lady at the desk, Crash in his hurry slammed the breaks on rather quickly causing himself in true Crash fashion to trip over the flat floor, and clumsily collide with the desk, sending a small stack of books off of the edge of it and causing a torrent of thumps to echo around the library. The woman behind the desk pinched the bridge of her nose as Crash pulled himself upright, smiling apologetically he quickly gathered the books up in his arms depositing them on the desk. The librarian raised a hand to stop him as he tried to re-organize the books. "Please don't Mr Waterfront...I'll sort them in a second" She spoke softly to him regardless of the apparent irritation in her face. "Sorry about that..." Crash apologized rubbing the back of his neck. "I'm here for these books...I was told it would be OK to borrow them for a while" He murmured keeping his voice down and handing over a bit of paper to the librarian, who turned away from him to gather them. 

It didn't take her long to turn back and deposit a small stack of books in front of Crash with a small smile before she went to rearranging the books he'd left messily on the side. Crash scooped the books up in his arms, leaning them back against his chest, at least they were all paperback there was also a few packets of paper sealed together by green binders...he wasn't to be trusted with hard covers, not with the frequency he threw things about, he spun on his heel busily reading the cover of a book he held out in his hand.