Little Feather

Little Feather smiled as Kathy coughed in an attempt to suppress her laughter, she listened to what Kathy said next realisation dawning on her face. “Ohhhh...that makes more sense huh?” She smiled bashfully. “Maybe...I’d hate to know what level those two creatures from last night would be on” Little Feather shivered at the idea. Lion looked up at the table, resting his massive head on the table looking up at Kathy and Little Feather his tail wagging behind him at Kathy’s first words. I like this human especially Lion purred, his eyes closing and sides of his mouth lifting as Kathy patted his head, his ears twitched up as she spoke to him he lifted his head and nodded it another purr rumbling through his chest. Little Feather’s smile had widened once Kathy had said Lion would fit in, she was glad to hear it. “I’m glad, our journey here was awful...apparently no-one wanted a Lion on the erm...big tall motor thing” Little Feather slapped a hand to her head in confusion as she tried to recall what the contraption was called. Bus? Lion grumbled, Little Feather clicked her fingers pointing at Lion before looking back at Kathy. “Yes, the bus! They kept screaming and running away...then came after him with boom sticks” Little Feather shrugged. Boom sticks are the worst... Lion grumbled.

Little Feather frowned a little at Kenshi, noting the staff he had strapped to his back. Lion had also noticed it and there was tenseness to him as Kenshi pulled a knife out of his person, he secured Kenshi firmly in his sights, his ears forward and eyes glued to him as he stood up tail waving slowly behind him. Little Feather didn’t feel the same alarm Lion did she stayed quite relaxed watching Kenshi curiously. “Greek mythology...oh that sounds...” Little Feather ran out of steam, she didn’t know what Greek mythology was, she had an inkling about the vampirie folklore...She wasn’t a 100% sure she understood what a welsh druid meant. She jumped as Kathy leapt at the boy, almost falling backwards of the table in her surprise she blinked at Kenshi and Kathy watching the two converse. Lion’s hackles had raised and a low clicking growl escaped his throat voicing his unease at the situation.

Little Feather flinched as Kenshi crouched suddenly reappearing with the knife and putting it onto the table next to a strange looking book. “...she was more concerned as to what you were doing to yourself I think” Little Feather cut in as Kenshi muttered something she couldn’t understand under his breath. She blinked as his hand became translucent and moved through Kathy’s as a ghosts would, before it became solid again. “Wow! How did you do that?” Little Feather asked, rushing forward and poking Kenshi’s hand with a finger curiously as if testing to see if it was real. Lion’s mane bristled but he relaxed his stance a smidgen. Attacks only if they annoy him? Little Feather please be careful... Lion grumbled low in his throat, he was aware how imposing Little Feather could be in her naivety.

Drow library

The indian walked past her saying hi and replied with a small wave. The girl at the table also waved at her and sayed something but it was to far away to hear it. She just waved in response. Drow kept looking at the lion from the top floor. She couldn't wait any longer and walked to it again. Drow walked very slowely towards him, She was afraid that she would scare him away. She sat doen next to it hugging his upper body "Soft". She started to brush him with her hands while hugging him.

– Leroy

‘So he’s playing detective to figure out just when and why the girl got younger and suffers amnesia?’ Leroy thought, organizing the information in his head. ‘It’s an okay story, but the demon and dragon stuff sounded more interesting.’ Despite his talent for art, perhaps he could have also benefited from pursuing a career in acting as well. He had completely lost interest in the dark-haired boy’s situation, but his smile never faltered and he kept up his helpful attitude. Then again, he could probably only play the role of some happy lad or… A pathological liar. “A deal’s a deal. I’ll first draw out a few face shapes, eyes, nose, and mouth. Pick the closest one from each and we’ll start tweaking the details out from there.”

Pushing the ink palette aside, he reached into his backpack and pulled out a graphite pencil and eraser. Having already given Carmen the painting, his sketchbook was all ready for him on a fresh blank page. He drew 3 sets of eyes: “cat eyes” with the outer corners of the eyes tilted up, “droopy eyes” with the outer corners of the eyes lower down, and a balanced set with no particular tilt to the eyes. Next was a large variety of noses ranging from noses hooking down to almost comically up-turned noses resembling a small pig’s snout. For the mouths he had quite a variety ranging in thickness of the lips, shape, and how deep the arches were. Finally, the remaining space on the paper was filled up with blank heads depicting round, heart-shaped, square-ish, long, diamond, and oval face shapes.

Ripping the page out, Leroy set the drawings on the floor where the dark-haired boy could see and asked, “So point out the features that resemble the girl the most and tell me what I need to change to make it look more like her. Oh, and describe her hairstyle too.”

Holding the sketchbook out on another fresh page, he got his pencil ready in his left hand for the dark-haired boy’s instructions. He became momentarily distracted by another arrival.

"Wow, it really was fixed in here!"

“Hey, sounds like he was at the party.” Leroy said, pointing in the purple-haired boy’s direction with the end of his pencil. “Just get me started and you can go ask him about the girl. It’ll take me a bit to sketch it all out anyway.”

Ryuu's eyes seemed to glisten dangerously, his creepy grin still intact. In fact, it seemed to grow wider when David mentioned how he should not kidnap Adenine. But in the end, he was just being the innocent little devil he was. Thinking about cutting through some random bozos around the girl while screaming "This is MY woman" sounded awesome to him, but he knew that there would be more than just a suspension waiting for him if he did that.

Or maybe he could just erase the evidence, but that was literally asking for a retarded life.

Ryuu sighed, taking out the lightsaber handle out. He activated it, his eyes having finally gotten used to the light it emitted. The otaku was seriously tempted in not holding back and slicing Issender in half, but from what he could tell, Isse at least had a better personality than he did. It made sense for him to eventually end up being the lone wolf, though the idea of that also appealed to him.

Still, he felt like cutting Isse open for being so intimate at such a freaking close range. Ryuu grumbled, his aura being less present than before, simply grumbled, "Well, of course I won't kidnap her. You don't have to worry about that, at the very least."

Ryuu simply stood quietly for awhile...

...

...

...

...and he finally lost it.

Ryuu's eyes were on fire (literally) as he screamed his way down toward Adenine and Isse. He was not only jealous of Isse for being a magnificent bast-rd that somehow worked his way around women, but he had not even eaten breakfast, and more importantly, last night's dinner. He had intentions on eating at the party for at least a half-a-sed meal, but it turned out that he got nothing, instead.

"Adenine! Isse!" Ryuu attempted to say kindly when he stood before them, though it ended up sounding like some sort of mentally challenged Grim Reaper wanting to lose its job through mass murder. "Can I have a burger?! It'd be WICKED awesome to have one!"

Ryuu did not notice that his lightsaber was literally going through his shoulder due to the weird way he held his head. Not that it mattered, though, because he had just realized how hungry he was.

Matt & Dani
“A deal’s a deal. I’ll first draw out a few face shapes, eyes, nose, and mouth. Pick the closest one from each and we’ll start tweaking the details out from there.” said the boy.
Matt opened his mouth to reply, but before he could say anything...

"Wow, it really was fixed in here!" exclaimed a boy from behind him. Matt turned around to see the primary victim of yesterday's escapade.

"Hey, sounds like he was at the party." the boy who had already been there said. “Just get me started and you can go ask him about the girl. It’ll take me a bit to sketch it all out anyway.”

"Actually, I know where she is, I just want to know when it happened. If any of you had seen her here last night, then I would have known it happened last night. I don't really need a picture of her." Matt smile apologetically. And after the boy did all that work to draw all the different features. Matt turned to the boy with the purple hair.

"Did you see a girl about this tall with white hair and a heavenly aurora?" he asked him.

"That's... An odd question..." Dani frowned. "But no, I haven't seen a girl that tall with white hair and a heavenly aurora."

Anedine and Isse
Yeah... she's even got enough responsibility to even cook a fancy-tasting meal. And here i am, with all the instant foods in my bag, envisioning myself pouring hot water on a cup of instant noodles, and canned goods. Isse sighed in frustration before he took another bite. Here, i see myself as the kind of person who would do better at surviving in an evacuation area during a calamity, and Anedine... Silently grunting to himself, he gave a glance on Anedine's eyes. Damn, she's the type to deserve a "World's Best Mom" mug made out of real gold. I bet whoever marries her or born from her gets to have the rest of their life living with a smile. The smile of a soul within the Kingdom of God.

...Who'd that be? Could it be David? Or maybe that Dani guy we met back? Is it...

Isse blushed, widening his eyes in embarassment, but remained to finish the last piece of his burger. Anedine took note of this, tilting her head in curiousness as to what he had in his mind, before taking another small bite.

Maybe, uhh, what was the name of the guy who's running towARDS US HOLY SHI-

"Anedine! Isse! Can I have a burger?! It'd be WICKED awesome to have one!"

He expressed a face of moderate disgust, the face of a man who had seen bizzare, cringey stuff. Why the f-ck...?

Anedine turned to Ryuu, while grabbing a burger in one of the paper bags. She reached it out to him with a meek, humble smile. "Mhmm, hmm, here you go!"

"A druid is a priest of the Celtic or welsh Gods. And cuts heal. It will heal in a day or two." He said as he opened the book and sat down. He looked at the lion and said to him calmly. "Calm down. I hate fighting.". AJe turned back to the girl who had been reading the book. "She is worried for herself and her friend. I only fight someone who will kill me if I let them carry on." He said as he opened the book. He started to engrave on the staff. He was engraving words in welsh. Meant to bring luck.

As he did so he Looked at the one who had grabbed his hand "I apologise for causing you worr." His tone was sincere as he said this. "So what are your names?" He said as he continued carving.

"Oh?"

Ryuu blinked, staring at the burger. His violent look had, surprisingly, completely vanished, though his lightsaber was still kind of penetrating his shoulder. The otaku stared at the food for a few seconds.

"S-Seriously? Wow, I... I don't know what to say!"

He blinked, staring at the burger with wide eyes that proceeded to widen even further.

It all went downhill for a brief moment, for he turned into a sad villain that still looked scary, violently bowing at Adenine with the burger in his hands.

"ARIGATOUHOU, ADENINE-SAMA!!!!! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH, Y KNOW?!? NOT EVEN MY MOTHER MADE FOOD FOR ME WHEN I WAS A CHILD!!! F-ck you, mommy!"

Ryuu quickly made a short distance from himself between the two students, sitting down as he began to devour the burger. There was literally no girl that gave him food before. Not even his mother. How outrageous was that? But he was feeling so grateful right now! Adenine would definitely be fit as an awesome mother!

OH MY GOOOOOOD!!! PINEAPPLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!

He sort of lost his mind as he ate yet another treasure Adenine gave him.

– Kathy

As she listened to Little Feather’s story, her mind ended up fixating on a rather peculiar detail of the girl’s tale. ‘Broomsticks?’ Kathy thought, raising a brow. ‘People were carrying broomsticks with them on the bus? Granted I think I’d have a better chance of seeing broomsticks on the bus than a white lion, but… Broomsticks?’ And seeing Lion’s rather disgruntled appearance at the mention of the household cleaning tool, she let out another few coughs as she attempted to hide her laughter. ‘A lion… A lion lost to bus riders wielding a bunch of broomsticks. I would’ve thought it wouldn’t pose a single threat to the king of beasts.’ “I see, well, I don’t think you’ll have to worry about being attacked like that here.” She finally told them, trying to keep a straight face but constantly finding herself smiling at the image of Lion being chased by old ladies wielding the oh-so-deadly broomsticks. The situation was probably not as comical as she imagined it, but she couldn’t let go of the image now.

Despite his polite question, Kenshi didn’t even wait for Kathy to respond before he used some sort of ability to slip through her fingers. She sighed in relief, flexing her fingers a bit from the strange feeling of suddenly having solid matter ‘disappear’ all of a sudden. “As long as you’re not suddenly making yourself bleed in front of strangers…” As Little Feather had already made the correction on what her intentions had been, Kathy stayed quiet about being misunderstood by the boy. In fact, despite Little Feather’s comment, he still seemed to think she had been defending them from a potential attack. ‘Urgh… Whatever, I’ll just accept being the brave but paranoid friend.’ She thought, inwardly groaning.

Returning back to her seat, she gave her bandaged hand a slight massage. Out of reflex she had, of course, grabbed him with her dominant hand. Luckily the stitches weren’t fragile enough to rip from such a small exertion, but the slight strain she had placed on the hand had made the wound feel uncomfortable again.‘I was being pretty careful up until now, I better not act on impulse like that again.’ Turning back to Little Feather she looked at the books the girl had brought and asked, "Are you interested in native art?"

Looking around, she caught sight of the eyes of the library staff staring at their table with a worried expression. They were definitely attracting a lot of attention, from both the staff and the girl with wavy blond hair that was back and hugging Lion like he was a big stuffed animal. She really wasn’t comfortable with so many stares being directed at them, even if she wasn’t the exact recipient of the glances. ‘Is this how Little Feather and Lion feel all the time?’ She wondered, ‘… I’m going to learn not to stare at people like that again.’ Then hearing Kenshi’s question she answered, “I’m Kathy. This is Little Feather, and Lion.”

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– Leroy

Listening to the dark-haired boy’s apology, Leroy laughed, “No big deal, I’m the one that just went ahead and drew it all. Thought it would help you save time as you ask around for her though, so you can just show people the drawing instead of describing her over and over again.”

Looking over at Carmen as the two other boys began to talk to each other, he finally noticed the thoughtful expression on her face and asked, “Something eating at you?”

Taking a break, he carelessly dropped his art supplies to the side and lay down on the floor with his hands beneath his head. “Aaah, the party sounded really fun. I wish I came just a little earlier.” He complained aloud, evidently bored with the lack of things to do. Looking around at everyone present in the room he asked, “Were you all here last night with just me being the odd one out?”

Darwin smirked at Lily as she went to pick out clothes. "I actually think I've got just the thing for you! It's a dress is mde for my fathers future bride to be, but it never happened. It's about your measurements." He looked Lily up and down with a huge grin. "EXACTLY! Your the right size! This was like destiny!" With that he ran off to his dorm.

On his way to his dorm, Darwin passed his garden where he found his packet of skittles he had dropped earlier. Thank god it was closed, or else he'd have to eat carefully. HE preferred to just scoff the, in one go. He was about to when he saw some people conversing, more friends! Darwin dusted off his fluorescent green tuxedo and ran up to them. "Hi there! I'm pretty sure haven't met you guys yet! Wow everyone here is like in hiding... I'm Darwin nice to meet you all! Fancy a skittle?" He held out his bag of crazy sour skittles with a huge grin on his face. "They're really good!"

“Holy shit! Ryuu wait!” David shouted after the Otaku. To no avail. The guy just kept on going towards Isse and Anedine. With his lightsaber near his shoulder! Why did I even suggest it!? David started blaming himself. He attempted to go after Ryuu, but the Otake was a little faster. This is bad, oh god this is bad. This is so bad. Please don’t let him kill them. Oh please don’t let another fight start. I need to stop him. I need to stop him. Somehow I need to stop him. David thought, visible with a combination of fear and stress over his face. He heard the voice of Ryuu asking for a burger. This is it. This is how it happens. he nearly panicked. He wanted to grab Ryuu’s left shoulder. But he stopped. He looked at his fingers. They turned black again! The moment of amazement allowed Anedine to give a burger to Ryuu and him to sit down.

He dropped his arm, as he appeared from behind Ryuu. He let out a hearable sigh. Then faced Anedine with a happy face. “It wouldn’t happened you still have a burger for me?” he asked politely. He was visibly relieved. He then looked at the new guy who introduced himself as Darwin. “Hi! I’m David.” He greeted the guy with a warm smile. But he refused the skittles.

Darwin at first grinned at the boy. He seemed nice enough. A bit bland, boring but everyone did to Darwin.... He even refused his skittles! How bloody rude! Darwin frowned at 'David'. even his name seemed to real of boringness. Why was Darwin cursed with such dull people.

He frowned at him with almost a hateful glare. As he shoved his packet of skittles into his pocket he accidentally hit his iPod with his hand. It started playing the Attack on Titan theme and he quickly took it out and turned it off. "Sorry bout that....." He sighed again. "WHY WOULDNT YOU TAKE THE SKITTLES!" He exclaimed in as little irritated voice. He dusted off his fluorescent green tuxedo with a grin. "Not even a purple one?"

Isse was startled so much that he fired a plasma bolt out from his hand, which struck Ryuu's shoulder. Because of how he, a muscular-looking man, looked all too strong in physique that he looked like a bully compared to himself, an average-bodied man or maybe how most people would see him, he bowed down in front of Ryuu, then knelt, trying to apologize for what happened. Inside however, he didn't really care whether he would forgive him or not, and whether this would turn into a raging fiery-angerfest or turn out peacefully. And Isse now had his impression on the man that he was a total, crazed maniac trying to be cool and badass but in fact is easily submissive to meek, timid women like Anedine.

With another man approaching towards the table, Anedine finally had only two leftovers to be kept within the fridge. She handed over the wrapped sandwich, and gave off the same, little smile she put on earlier.

Little Feather

Little Feather retracted when Kenshi sat down, apparently she hadn’t even been listening to what he was saying. He continues to speak of fighting Lion grumbled, his ears flicking back as Kenshi told him to calm down. Tell him to bite me 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.

This human is a strange one... 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. Oh...he must of not heard me introduce everyone 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.

Crash

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.

Drow Library

"This human is a strange one..." purred the lion. Drow stopped with stroking him and looked up at little feather. "He talks" She looked confused it didn't make much sense. She moved towards the head of the lion sitting right in front of him. "Student?" Said Drow tillting her head slightly. Some hairs fell down on her face as she tillted her head. She just couldn't resist to let go of him after not touching something that lives for this long. Finally after so long she didn't hurt anyone. She layed her hand down behind his ear and started to scratch him.

Andromeda - garden

the guy said his name was Darwin but when he noticed she was nervous he ran off.
'Man! i ruined it' she muttered to herself.
she then hurried off, deciding she was going to try the scultping class she knew they had ... she just had to find it.
she wandered around for awhile then finally found the room, and luckily the class appeared to be just beginning, she slipped in.
the teacher saw her "it's nice to have another person" she noticed there were only a few people in the class room "but i'm afraid, you'll have to take the glasses off"
"oh, i can't"
"why not?" the teacher asked.
"i'm a gorgon, if you see my eyes, you'll turn to stone" the snakes looked towards the teacher at this point.
"... alright, pick a wheel, we're starting with basics, just bowls today"
and she hurried to one and class started.

– Kathy

“No no no, don’t apologize.” Kathy told Little Feather, smiling. “I don’t ask questions unless I’m genuinely curious. Tell me as much as you’d like, and I’m more than happy to listen. Although I’m really no good with history and customs so you’ll probably have to be patient and explain a lot for me to understand.” She gave Little Feather a chance to continue if she wanted to, and after a while she glanced over at Lion and asked, “By the way… Since he’s a spirit animal and all, does he eat? I’m not sure the cafeteria really carries anything fit for a lion, unless he can stomach cooked and seasoned meat.”

An unexpectedly sharp and loud voice (for a library) scolding someone caught her attention, followed by the unmistakable sound of books falling all over the place. Noticing that for the first time since they sat down someone else was the center of attention, Kathy also glanced over in that direction to see who or what could possibly draw more stares than a large white lion. She froze for a moment from the recognition. Once she recovered in the next moment she thought, ‘… That makes the third female I know Crash has sent a flying object around.’ Managing to overhear his last name, she realized for the first time that she didn’t actually even know what his real name was. She let out a deep sigh and chewed on her lower lip, forgetting about the other people around her for a moment. ‘This is why I’m being illogical and ridiculous. I don’t know anything about him. I’m being delusional, and caught up in the moment from yesterday. And worse, causing trouble because of it too.’

Determined not to do anything more she would regret that day, she picked up one of her other books and tried to focus on the first page. “…” It was no good. With just one glance she could tell that not a single word was going to enter her head. Closing her eyes, she let out another sigh as she looked to be mentally preparing herself for something.

Re-opening her eyes, she looked around at the people around the table again. Knowing her actions had probably been strange she gave them a meek smile before whispering, “Excuse me for a moment.” She walked up to Crash, drawing close enough to reach out and touch the book in his hand if she wanted to. In a calm, quiet voice she looked up at him and advised, “… You’ll probably want to sit down to read that, if you don’t want to cause another accident.”

"Its simply words thought to bring luck." He looked at the picture as he looked at the pictures inside a picture. He envied Little feather on how she knew her tribal traditions. The tribe his family had belonged to had been mainly massacred by the romans during their invasion of Britain back neraly two centuries ago. The only folklore he knew was from books. He finished carving another celtic knot. The text was in the same alphabet as English and the symbols were just decoration.

He sat silently. With one hand he lowered his hood. His shaggy black hair and hazel eyes were probally shown now. He finished carving the staff. He had started it earlier. He had need the words however. He took the staff off the table and placed it back on his back. Then he pocketed the knife. Sheathing it first. He Closed his book and returned it. The isle name saddened him inside. 'Ancient cultures.' A name that meant old cultures of days long gone. He sat back down. He pulled out a pen and started writing. The poem was about his feelings at the moment.

"Alone with a inheritage of a tribe long forgotten.
My pillars of help burned away.
Now I alone carry the burden.
I alone make it see another day.

Forced to carry it, Not by choice,
But bound by blood.
Embedded with the ability.
To cause fire, snow or flood."

He wrote more but scrunched up the paper and threw it on the table in frustration at himself. The first part the only readable bit. He put his head into his hand as he let out a sigh. If his parents were still alive then they would of carried his burden. They would of did the rituals that had left him up till two o'clock this morning to aplease the gods. He gave up on trying to act like he was sure of everything for once. "I gotta go." He stammered out as he walked out of the library. Forgetting the peice of scrumpled up paper. He began to sprint until he reached the gardens. Then he sat on a low wall and put his hood up.

Little Feather

Lion blinked at the girl as she moved in front of him, he tilted his head to the side as she did, raising the ridge above his left eye slightly. A strange human indeed He purred. “He’s not a student, he’s a spirit animal. My guardian” She answered Drow with a smile watching Lion lean into the ear scratching a deep rumbling purr taking residence in his chest. Regardless I like this human Little Feather smiled appreciatively to Kathy as she spoke. “That’s really kind of you, but I needn’t bore you with my history. I only know so much anyway...” Little Feather shrugged, looking at Lion as Kathy asked what he ate. “Erm...you know we hadn’t thought of that...there’s no hunting grounds around here” Little Feather frowned. What no food!? Lion grumbled looking at Little Feather hopelessly torn between enjoying his scratch and the dismay of going hungry. “I’m sure they’ll have something for you somewhere” Little Feather shrugged, looking round as she heard a commotion behind her.

She glanced at the red haired boy who was apparently the cause of the noise, though once he’d picked the books up she looked back down at her books. When Kathy released a deep sigh she looked up at her, she watched her pick up a book. Wow...must be really complicated She thought, frowning at Kathy’s sudden restlessness. She was quite bemused when Kathy closed her eyes and seemed to ready herself for something, she was about to ask what ailed her when she re-opened her eyes and stood up giving them a meek smile. She watched Kathy quizzically as she left the table and walked over to the red haired boy, her attention being dragged back to Kenshi as he spoke. “That must be useful, is it linked to your power?” She asked happily. When he pulled his hood lower on his face, she turned away from him thinking it best she let him work.

She hummed to herself softly as she continued to browse through the book. By then Kenshi had packed his things up and was writing something on a bit of paper. Lion’s eyes had slid closed by now he was purring rather loudly as the girl scratched his ears. Little Feather finished her book with a smile and closed it, feeling rather refreshed after seeing her ancestors among its pages, she jumped as a bit of paper rolled into her leg. She blinked at Kenshi in confusion as he got up hastily, stammering words at her before sprinting out of the library. Little Feather picked up the paper opening it up, her eyes traced the squiggles down the page she frowned deeply. Such...sorrow on this page! I can feel it...did he mean to leave this here? Although she couldn't make out what was on the page, she could feel the emotion Kenshi had left in the air, she felt an unfamiliar stirring in her, old instincts returning. Maybe’s he’s in trouble, in need of spiritual guidance? She looked thoughtful before she lightly got down from the table, moving over to the doors and slipping through them going in search of Kenshi. Lion didn’t even notice she had gone...

Crash

Crash stayed motionless for a moment, aware he was being watched right now but it was something he’d learnt to deal with a long time ago, he had far too many accidents to be bothered by staring. Or laughing, or ridicule...He twirled the book in his hand round awkwardly, now reading the back of it with interest, it was a worn copy of Romeo and Juliet. Well Theatre should be easy...I’m pretty sure I could quote this...what was Shakespeare on when he wrote this stuff? Crash’s expression was thoughtful as he studied the book. He took a step forward without consideration to his surroundings.

He’d already begun to take a step forward when a shadow fell on his book, he looked up almost instantly in surprise he released the books in his arms, the papers from one the binders flew all over the floor, with a whooshing noise. Crash’s face fell, as he lurched backwards trying to catch the paper, his feet sliding on one of the pages throwing his centre of balance completely out the window. Don’t fall, don’t fall, don’t fall! His foot jutted forward and he fell backwards clasping at the closest thing he could grasp which was most likely the book he already had in his hand he was confident Kathy’s ultra fast reflexes would save her from his flailing hands, nothing was going to stop him from his descent now his body weight was behind the fall. With a thud he fell back on his ass with papers whooshing back into the air, fluttering around him one sheet landed on his head covering half of his face and sticking to his hair. He heaved a sigh, before huffing the paper from his face looking at Kathy with a grin. “You have a habit of being right don’t you?” He chuckled at her, cringing as he heard the lady behind the desk whimper and press her forehead to the desk with a thunk. “Sorry...” He murmured, pulling a grimace and looking at the mess of paper around him.

Zivon

He walked there for a while, looking away and still thinking. He really didn’t want to talk about it at that moment. Maybe because if he talked about it will remind him of what happen when he was ten or maybe his dad, he was already feeling homesick. He gave a weary sigh and rubbed his head. He looked at Chris. “So-rry I ju-st…really…don’t w-ant to talk ab-out it.” He bowed his head to apologize. While walking his shoelace weren’t properly fixed. He stepped on of the loose shoelace; he then ended up how people step on their shoelace and end up… “Gah!” He landed on the floor face first on the floor. ‘I have worst luck ever…’ he groaned as he lay there thinking. “Why?”

Seven

Seven woke up and still they were there. Sir painter, trumpet girl, Question guy and a purple hair boy. ‘hhmm I must be not have seen him…” He jumped down on a resalable height and looked at the boy. He then did a handstand on top of the boy head, it seemed like it even though he was doing it on air. Seven curiousty is quite amazing, first he was interested on Sir painter then trumpet girl and now this guy. He meowed at the guy and continued to look at him. His tail had patted the boy shoulder and he smiled. “Excuse me there but hi there!"