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*Nana was sitting in bed, still reading from the spell book she'd picked up earlier. Most likely trying to memorize the spells within it. One of Zio's screens was also present and there was music playing. Nana had asked for a little something to play while she was reading and waiting for the children to awaken, or until Mastema had returned. Bits and pieces of the music would be heard when the chorus kicked in. The volume was low, so it wasn't too distracting. As Nana continues to read, the words whisper through out the room*

...some of them want to abuse you...
...some of them want to be abused...
...some of them want to use you...
...some of them want to be used by you...
...sweet dreams are made of these...
...who am I to disagree?...


*Micha is the first to wake up, and he was sore all the way down his back, and lightly on his sides. Also the lad was hurting as far up, as to the base of his neck and shoulders. It was more than likey the others would soon follow, in his situation upon stiring awake again*

Micha: . . .

*To Mastema's left was Trilla, she was still asleep for the time being, though it was only a matter of time before she woke up in familiar surroundings. Trilla's wings rest lightly on top of her red bed-spread, they were plush and pure white like Nana's wings. When she grew older and when her flight feathers grew in, then her wings would be quite a sight to see. The length of the wings thus far was about two and a half feet from the joint, so when extended all the way, from one wing to the other then she should have a five foot wing span. That was more than likely just under half of what her full wing span would be when she grew up*

Trilla: --.-- z Z z Z z...

*Micha was strait ahead of Mastema, and he was the only one of the three awake. He was well aware that there was someone at the door, he wouldn't know who unless he turned his head to look. His wings also rest upon his bed-spread lightly. They were white, but not a brilliant white like Trilla's or Nana's, more like Mastema's wings. Well at least the pair he had shown to Nana, so they were a little sharper and built for greater aerial movement. Micha's wings were also about two and a half feet long, perhaps an inch longer at the tips*

Micha: . . .

*Finally to Mastema's right was Eecheb. The boy was still twitching in his sleep, some times violently as his muscles spasmed. Due to his constant movement, his wings were really this way and that. No doubt it caused him more discomfort, subconciously. Again however it seemed the lad was the odd child out. He had not two wings like the others, but four and they were of a mix design! The wing design looked somewhat sharp, which would make sense considering how the boy had developed so far, but the feathers were half plush and half shap. The sharper feathers were at the top, and the plush feathers at the bottom. It was quite an interesting mix to say the least, and the only real contrast was that they seemed the color of fading charcoal. Each wing, like in the others was about two and a half feet. How Eecheb's wings would look in the future would be quite stunning and handsome, there was no doubt in that; the boy continues to twitch in his slumber*

Eecheb: --.-- . . . >_<; Nng... --.-- z Z z Z z...

*Micha stares down into his pillow, now that he knew it was the man that was often refered to as Mastema, by the woman named Nana who cared for him. Micha recalled the words father, and papa also made in reference to that being. He had been around for as long as the boy could remember, and he had been accepted by him quite some time ago, so it was of little matter that it was he, who was at the door now. After Mastema had left, Micha closed his eyes again and rested his head. It would still be a while before their backs' would heal up enough, to start moving around again. Eecheb finally stops twitching, and falls into a normal pattern of sleep. Considering he had two extra unexspected wings, he was no doubt going to be very sore upon waking up later on*

Eecheb: --.-- z Z z Z z...

Micha: . . .

Trilla: --.-- z Z z Z z...

*Nana looks up from her book to see Mastema walking over, then closes off the music and Zio's screen. Closing the book and setting it next to the other on her night stand, Nana gets up from the bed to go and greet Mastema who was already almost there. Nana wraps her arms around Mastema's back, and rests her head lightly on his chest*

--__--

Welcome back dear.

*Nana smiles, and looks up to meet Mastema's eyes*

^__^

Tending to matters of our home?

^__^

Ah, that's good to hear. I'm glad.

*Nana nods lightly at Mastema's inquirry*

^__^

Yes, and the children did rather well, some slight intervention and the rest went rather smoothly.

^^;

I wouldn't doubt it.

>.>

Though he does seem the black sheep of the three. Were they still asleep when you checked in on them?

>.>

Ah. I wonder if he's hungry at all...

*Nana and Mastema were still within eachother's arms, not far from the foot of the bed*