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Well, Moo was back. Hoorah.

Jaxom snarled, with a flick of his wrist whipping out his belt knife and burying it in a nearby tree. This was exactly how he wanted to spend his afternoon, aye: hunting down Lyrus and Banda and dragging them back to the House. Sure, Banda was nice enough, but while he was gone, lamb boy was gone, and that was surely a blessing.

Now why couldn't Moo see things that way?

However, there were some benefits to her return, he mused. The dragon egg nestled on the beanbag in his bedroom, for example. Somewhat cheered, he tugged the knife free and replaced it in his belt. Maybe his future dragon would eat Lyrus.

Voices nearby caught his attention, and, quirking a brow, he continued towards the mansion, smirking faintly when he recognized Akilah. Well well, what a surprise.

And the smirk was gone, a cheery grin replacing it. Pure innocence. "Kilah! Haven't seen you in a while."

How amusing. Jaxom quirked a brow, applauding lazily in response to her song. "Beautifully done, my dear. I didn't know you could sing."

Chuckling softly to himself, he dropped down to sit on the ground before her. "I'd gladly leave if I could. Moo's finally come back to her senses and sent me to find Lyrus. So here I am." He spread his arms slightly despite the fact that she couldn't see, but they soon fell back to his sides.

Yawning lazily, he briefly turned to watch the two younger girls tearing up the garden a short distance away. But he soon lost interest, gaze shifting back to Kilah. "You wouldn't happen to know where Banda lives, would you?"

"A fair trade, some would say." Had Jaxom been a singer, he might have elaborated. As it was, he preferred having sight to a fine singing voice. But wisdom was wisdom, and it might help someone somewhere? Probably not Kilah, but someone.

"Good to know I can always count on you for help." He smiled, only a hint of sarcasm in his voice. Jaxom laughed. "If I had my way, I'd never set eyes on Lyrus again." An eye jab and an honest statement in the same phrase. Good stuff. "He's happy there, I'm happy with him gone, it's best this way. But Moo seems to think otherwise and wants him back under her guardianship. Banda's too accident prone."

"Mm." He nodded absently in agreement. It had been pretty shitty of him, hadn't it? Oh well. "You'd think you'd be used to them by now," he drawled, more to himself than to Kilah.

Snapping back to the present, he tilted his head to the sidem quirking a brow. "Why do you hate me, Kilah? Not still mad about the whole..." The whole what, exactly? Jaxom honestly couldn't remember. It must not have been that big a deal, then. Therefore, she shouldn't be mad.

Jaxom could be patient and, whather she was ignoring him or not, if he waited long enough, she would say something. If only to tell him to ******** off again. Her reply, when it came, didn't even surprise him. If he, with his life as dull as it was, had better things to worry about than a stupid arguement, Kilah surely did. He smiled. "So why lash out without cause? We were friends once...sort of. I don't see why we couldn't be again."

"Well that's your choice." Sitting back somewhat, he shrugged, smile growing to a faint grin, though he kept his voice the same. "You don't have to tell me, and I, for one, don't want to know. Let Lyrus stay away. If Moo wants him back, she can hurt him down herself."

Yawning, he held out a hand, and in an instant Calt had appeared from between and dropped a package into his palm. His task accomplished, the blue flit glided up to his bond's shoulder and settled comfortably on the guard there. Mentally praising the flit, Jaxom split the package in two, tossing one half to Kilah's side and keeping the other for himself. "I got you a belt knife when Moo took me to get my dragon egg. Handy little weapon, easier to manipulate than those daggers of yours."

And sure enough, the knife was in the package beside her. His half, however, contained a packet of crackers. Cheap snack, whoohoo. Opening it, he handed one up to Calt, then took one for himself and held the packet towards Kilah. "Cracker?"

Jaxom watched, amused, as the griff carefully inspected his gift, and grinned all the more when Calt voiced his thoughts--a brassy trill that could have easily passed for a laugh. Silencing him with a wave, Jaxom popped the cracker into his mouth and offered the packet to Gizmo, quirking a brow. Swallowing, and without waiting for a reaction, he replied, "If you say so. And you don't have to carry it around. It's just a gift. You like knives and such, so there you go."