(Jiminy, had to go back quite a few pages to dig out Mimi. Poor thing. Lol, but there they all are now. ^^ Let's do this wedding thing huh? Also, I'm not 100% sold on Sophie and Bristol. After all, I do have a soft spot for foxes. wink )
⋙ The screens seem to buzz in his opinion. He knew they did. But had they lately? It was all he could hear. A light buzz in the back of his mind. It was quite tiresome. Pulling his gaze from the many screens a hand came up to rub his eye sockets. Maybe he had been at it for far to long. He needed to give it a rest. "Food. Food is always good. What do you say Keno?" As there was no reply from behind him, he turned to look back at her. The demon had fallen asleep at some point. Although she had cleaned up a little she still looked a mess. Her clothing was still blood stained. She had went about bandaging herself, a sling for an arm, wrapping around her chest and few bandages covering her scratches on her face and arms. But at least she was resting, which was a good thing. She should be hungry when she woke. "Take out it is." Scout chuckled as he moved over to his screen, scan ng through where he might want to get food from. Once he found a little pizza joint that looked good he opened his portal and stepped out into the rain in front of the shop. He just hoped that Keno liked his choice in pizza.⋘
Footsteps could be heard approched the door in a quick fashion. As they approached Pucks voice could be heard on the other side. "Noone is forcing you, little one. You don't have to be so irritated." The door opened to Puck, standing as he was dressed for bed. Long deep green pants and nothing else. The pants were designed to always stretch, something he had need when younger and had a tendency to shift in his sleep. He no longer had that issue but he had grown so use dressing and sleeping that why that he had not changed. He looked ragged, dark circles under his stormy eyes and his hair diseveld. It was clear something was keeping him up. Those tired eyes found the cabbit, clearly knowing why he was there. Animals could feel what most humans could not. Even some elves and animal folk. It was no wonder he had felt the pull too. "Have you come to check up on me? I assure you I am fine... For now." He did not want to think of later. But for now he was able to withstand the pull. Able to function on the even less sleep than he normally did. For now he was okay.
The cabbit tilted his head, observed the elf, and turned to leave. Just in the same fashion he had left Mimi, the same notion overtook him again. He turned and looked at Puck and his nose twitched. Then Hideki turned and continued walking towards Mimi's room. He stopped short and meowed slightly softer than before.
An exasperated sigh left the elf as he reached up to run a hand through his deep green locks. It was clearer than day what the cabbit wanted of him. And it was even clearer where he was heading. Reaching into his room Puck grabbed a lose fitting white tunic and pulled it over his head, foreign all shoes and modern clothing. Moving down the hall he reached the spot the cabbit had been waiting. But he needed no lead towards the small bunny girls room. Pausing in the doorway he halted and stopped. Even at this distance he could smell the tears that stained her face. He was the cause. He knew he was. The pull from the two different directions was splitting him down the middle. He needed to go to his sister. He could feel her calling to him. But at the current moment he wanted to stay. He needed to stay and be with Mimi. He was at a lost of what he should do.
╭☆╯The wistle that filled the room informed the elven woman that her tea was done. Stepping over she removed the hot kettle and poured the boiling water over the leaves that sat waiting her the cup. As she inhaled the deep breath of it a sigh left her lips as memories of time flooded back to her. It had been so long since the time of her clan. So long since she was with them. Often times she would remember them fondly. But today. Today was different.It was not just the tea that was taking her back to her median days. It was the date. If fate had not stepped in and ripped her of her happiness. If one noble woman could have kept her skirt in check and not gone after a boy from her clan, then today would have been one of the happiest days of her life. Today would have been the day she was to wed. Of course her life would have been far different. She would not have had any of her children. Not with who she had them with. She more then likely would not have been here nor would have meet her brother, Algid. But she couldn't help but wonder what would have happen if he had not gone to the battle. If he had stayed and they would have taken over to rule her clan. All the what ifs that would never be answered. Kellet moved to the window to sip from her windswept tea as her memories raced around her mind, ignoring the rain on the window. .
There was a small fire eating away at the charcoal remains of what was once a pile of deadened wood, the heat rising from the ash with small clouds of smoke that dissipated before reaching the treetops. There were almost no flames, just the embers that managed to survive the night as its creator sat on a stump made from of the fallen tree. He was a big man, broad, with shoulders that stretched wide on each side, covered in the fur of a mighty beast. His brow dripped with perspiration, perhaps from sitting too close to the fire, but otherwise could be assumed as he brought a flask up to his lips, allowing the cool liquid to pour into his mouth as his head leaned backwards inviting it in. A quiet gulp was heard as the lid was replaced and the container was hidden within a pocket. He sighed, his eyes locked on the coals in the make-shift pit.
Somewhere in the distance remained a dwelling that housed many people, and in less than a few hours walk, he'd be standing before it. He'd never visited this place before, but he knew better than most that it was there due to a message brought to him in the beak of an exhausted bird of which when landed on his arm nearly froze it solid. The note was written by a friend of his that he'd not seen since a war long ago, a man that helped him when no one else bothered. The letter was a list of details and instructions, and had this list been written by any other, this man would have left it in the dirt, but this letter was special. This was the moment that he'd learned that one had remained, and not just any... but a particular... and he was here to take back what was stolen from him all those years ago... his Pulse.
These were the thoughts that passed through his mind as he raised the flask up again, missing his lips. The drink splashed against his face and dripped off his beard, meeting an end in the soil between his feet. In an angry fit, he chucked the flask into the fire, the contents causing the few flames to smolder a bit brighter. He was angry, but without reason. There was to be a wedding, as he understood it. He should have been cheerful that he was invited, not by the couple soon to be wed, but by his friend. Instead, he felt disdain. It was a bittersweet feeling, happy mixed with anger... but if wanted to get there in time he'd have to suck it up and get to walking. So without wasting another moment, he stood to his feet and had begun to pack up his tent, along with his other supplies. It took no time at all, and soon, he was one his way, trekking through the woods in the direction of the Boarding House that was described to him so eloquently. His friend had shared a love for this place through his wording. With a little luck, maybe Rawlin would get to experience the same.
╭☆╯crystal blue orbs took in the garments that hung in the room. Her tea long since gone Kellet had decided to finish up the outfits her children would be wearing to the wedding, with it so near. Mouse would be dressed in a light yellow sun dress with white ribbons. Scout had a nice white button up with a forest green tie and vest, black slacks to match. Puck would be dressed much like he always like to be dressed, in a stormy grey lose fitting dress tunic and earth brown pants, no shoes. More than likely the young elf boy would not be in the center of attention in anyway, liking to distance himself from crowds. With a twist of her fingers the garments all disappeared int he wind to find a home in their owners room.
As she moved towards her own room she felt a pull from the window. Stepping over she looked out towards the sky. The rain had passed but the sky was still in chaos. Storm winds pulled at her soul, mostly on Minstral. The winds calling softly to the dragon. Kellet could only smile as she slid opened the window, feeling the breeze pull on her, calling her. With little though Kellet pulled the air around her and was soon rushing out the window and into the sky , dancing witht he currents as they moved through the clouds. She could feel Minstral pulling even more in glee now that they were high in the air. There was no way that she was going to keep her caged.
reaching to her heart she felt a portion of the dragons soul move out of her and gather the wind around herself to create a form that was not solid but yet was still clearly her own form. A slinder hand reached out to stroke the dragons nose before they were both off racing through the clouds and enjoying the freeing experience. Had this been hundreds of years ago, Kellet would not have been able to do this. It was only after years with the dragon, having it join her own soul was she able to help hear create a form that could be free. As well as Kellet be able to dance on the wind. It was long hard training over years. And only manageable because she had the dragons soul. Her life with her clan would never have been this satisfying. Despite the sorrow of losing them all there was at least a shining light from the tragedy. Kellet moved up to race next to the head of the dragon, a hand reaching out to hold a wind swept horn.
((Hey, this is quite a welcome surprise! Of course, I haven't been here because I didn't know anybody was around. Everybody seemed to be busy. That and tax season has been kicking my a**, but this is great. I get to respond. n.n
Ichigo: Hey, we'll let the cards play out however they do. smile Who knows what the future holds?))
Kiro listened to Ella's response and smiled, resting his head against hers.
"I just want you, too," he said. "I know I...well, I'm kind of complicated with all this and what goes on topside n' dad's legacy and...and...well, everything, really."
He thought about it for a long moment. What if he was just another person? No real expectations. No obligations, responsibilities, nothing. Able to do what he wanted. But that was him for quite some time, and he left that life behind to face what would be his future. His heritage as a Kinshi, his succession to the throne of Makai. It put him in a very unique, powerful, but complicated position.
He sat up for a moment, opening up the blinds of one of the windows in the room. It was strange. The 'sky'...if you'd call it that, was almost a reverse color of the sky in the human realm. It was violet. Almost ultraviolet, really. The celestial body in the air seemed to behave like a moving solar eclipse. It was like being on another planet, only this literally was another realm.
"Neat, isn't it? It's one of the things I always thought was cool about this place. Gives a whole new meaning to the phrase 'different viewpoint', right?"
Bristol tilted his head, looking at Sophie. "What, the city? I've lived there before. It's fun. Fast paced, always somethin' to do. 'Course, there's the problem of the people. They can get rowdy. Not a lotta friendly faces, at least nothing like where we are. You see a lotta things that can bring you down, 'specially when people treat other like garbage, y'know?"
"But it's not all bad. It's kinda interesting." He looked back out, then back at Sophie. "Why? What's on your mind?"