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Delia couldn't contain her happiness at this precise moment, humming a jaunty tune as she flitted from side to side. Had she feet the snake would most likely have been skipping around her grandfather then like a little child. Speaking of the older gent, Adrian was taking his time, leisurely striding through the wide halls of the Gambino Mall just behind his giddy granddaughter. A most pleased look was plastered upon his slightly aged face as he watched Cordelia in her happiness. Ah the glorious simplicities of youth.

The man stopped in front of a huge store with wall to wall display windows in which one could see straight into the store where all sorts of electronic goodies were just waiting to be bought. "Cordelia, I believe this store should suffice."

Quickly floating back the girl hung onto her grandfather's arm with the biggest smile she could muster. Eyes shining, "Hehe, I'm soooo excited Granddad! Thank you thank you thank you!"

Adrian chuckled light as he escorted the darling basilisk into the store. Her natural charm was hard to fend off sometimes and thus he often found himself completely and utterly immersed within the positiveness of it. "Well don't thank me just yet. We haven't purchased anything."

What Cordelia loved most about her grandfather was that he was a man of action. Just like her guardian would have, he boldly and confidently strolled up to the nearest store clerk and declared exactly what it was they were there for. A laptop and a cell phone? Of course this tall, blonde haired man was more than happy to show them around and explain features on the best and newest (and likely most expensive) products their store carried. Swiftly he directed them towards the laptops first, the item of greater value of course.

While Cordelia rambled on about music and what have you to the clerk, Adrian held back for the most of it. She was a big girl and knew just exactly what she'd be doing with her new computer, so he'd only interject if something off or wrong caught his ear. Honestly though from the looks of the guy, whom couldn't completely conceal his slight awareness of the snake's sharp wings, the Brit knew he wouldn't be trying much of any funny business with them.

Giving a smug look of satisfaction, Adrian's cerulean eyes slowly made their way about the store, taking in all the amazing technology it held. Miracles of science really if one were to think deeply upon it. And speaking of such, something along those lines was just out of earshot. With a certain expertise, the elder gent slink off from his group and managed to slip up next to the white haired youth as he mumbled something to himself.

Charcoal brow raised in intrigue, the man suddenly spoke up to the light Frei with an excited, yet inviting smile. "Oh that looks like a good one. You should get it."

Hands clasped behind his back, Adrian rocked back and forth a bit while he listened gleefully to this very youthful looking Raevan. Compared to Cordelia the boy seemed so much younger in appearance than his granddaughter, even spoke like he was just now getting the hang of the English language. Perhaps it was just that the Frei was indeed younger than Delia or maybe it was just all the light colors that made him seem so innocent. Hell it was probably both.

"Hmmm..." The elder man rubbed his strong chin in thought. Elai must be the boy's guardian. He looked about. The Raevan looked alone for the time, but his guardian couldn't have gone too far yes? "I wish I could help, but I'm not too knowledgeable on these in the way that you might want me to be. But my granddaughter is talking with a sales associate right now, perhaps he can help you." The man smiled and gestured for the boy to follow as he walked back to Cordelia.

"Granddad?" the snake had just noticed Adrian missing from her side then and frantically looked about. It wasn't that she was so much worried about him getting lost or herself, but more so that he was the one with the credit card. Once her silver eyes fell upon him strolling back to her in that carefree walk of his, Cordelia sighed with relief. "Granddad why'd you wander off?"

Giving the floating girl a quick squeeze with one arm as some form of reassurance, "I'm sorry my dear. I saw a young lad that seemed in need of assistance, so I thought this fine salesman could help him briefly. Come come now my boy, don't be shy. This is my granddaughter Cordelia by the way."

Delia wasn't quite sure what the old Brit was up to, but something about it made her feel like she had to be suspicious somehow. Shifting her gaze to Luka, she was just about to greet the other when she saw it was another Raevan. So that's what her grandfather was up to. Sly old fox, sly. Shaking her head from the momentary surprise she'd just fallen under, the smokey girl smiled and held her hand out for a shake. "Ello, it's nice to meet you."

"Luka? Hmmm..." The hand that hadn't been taken in greeting soon came to drum its slender digits upon the elder Frei's dark lips as she scoured her mind for memories. Suddenly those silver eyes lit up with recognition as she snapped her fingers. "Oh right! I remember you! You're that little guy that got lost in the mall during Christmas!" She beamed realizing his speech was much better than last they'd met. Time sure did fly it seemed. "It's good to see you again. Sure hope you're not lost this time too." She chuckled.

Her laughter came to a halt as the boy leaned in to trace a finger along the scales on her face. It surprised her because although she was frequently invading the personal space of others, it was pretty rare for anyone other than close friends and family to be so bold as to do just what the little satyr was then. Cordelia hadn't really minded, that was until the boy rudely asked what he did. What was wrong with wearing lots of black? Besides it's not like she had a choice, that's just how she came out of the tank.

With a huff, the snake pushed aside Luka's hand from her face. "Well why do you wear so much white?" she snapped back, folding her arms across her half formed chest.

"Cordelia Shade!" Adrian reprimanded. It was rare for her grandfather to be angry towards her, but he knew Ebony had raised her better.

Still she felt she was in the right. "But Granddad he..." Seeing the stern look he was giving her then she knew if she ever wanted that computer and phone, she'd better swallow her pride and behave. With a sigh of defeat, "Fine...sorry Luka. That was rude. I know you didn't mean anything by your comment. Please accept my apology."

Just as Luka's ire was not quick to dissolve, so was Cordelia's. It was rare for anyone to actually offend the smokey girl, yet when it happened sometimes it wasn't easy for her to bounce right back immediately. But he did apologize and explain, plus she had to remember he was younger than her and most likely didn't have as strict of guardians as hers when it came to social etiquette and tact.

As she listened to the boy drone on, only half listening now since she too was sort of in a funk cause of what the younger Frei had said, Cordelia sort of wished he grandfather hadn't gone and sought out Luka now. Part of her wanted to leave now, but...a greater part of her wanted that computer and phone. And she would have it damnit! No fluffly haired Raevan was going to ruin her gift day!

Smiling slyly at Adrian, who was busy chatting with the salesman now (something that urked her greatly since she'd rather be the one talking to the guy now since it was her that was going to be using the stuff), the snake replied, "I actually don't get to use the computer or telly that much because my woman doesn't want my brains to rot or something to that nature. But luckily I have a wonderful grandfather who's completely understanding to how important it is for youths nowadays to have proper knowledge of current technology."

Cordelia's mood seemed to be improving now as she thought about all the interesting things she'd be able to learn about the world when she'd be able to access it whenever she wanted just at the click of a button. She actually beamed brightly at her grandfather then, grateful to have him in her life. It was easily assumed that Delia was quickly becoming a granddaddy's girl.

"So, if you don't like computers or the telly..." Cordelia began, her mood improved enough to engage the other in more conversation still. "...what is it that you do like? Well besides nature and all that."

He liked sound? Music specifically. Sound wasn't something she cared for much honestly though because some of it was annoying, but music she could completely understand and relate to. Though the sound stuff made her think of Basil. He seemed to enjoy being around lots of sound. The more noise the better he looked in her opinion. It was odd, perhaps it had something to do with his essence? Now she wondered if Luka held a similar essence himself. She couldn't really recall all that much from the last time they had met, then again the satyr was still pretty young and barely able to speak well then. He'd met Basil then too, so maybe if the two got together again they'd be able to be good friends. As soon as Delia had the idea, she knew she wasn't sure how she felt about it since Luka and her had a bit of a rough patch just now. Still she shouldn't get in the way of the cobra from making friends if he could. And it wasn't like she actually hated Luka or anything.

Cordelia gave a warm smile when the boy showed her some photos on his iPod. It reminded her of Riven, though the scorpion hadn't been quite as attached to his camera as of late. Still she remembered him saying how he liked to keep memories of his friends and family, so every once in awhile his shutterbug nature would resurface and she'd find a lens in her face. Perhaps Luka was not so bad after all.

"I like music a lot too. My guardian and granddad both play the piano and I play the violin. So I'm no stranger to classical, yet I rather enjoy genres that are a bit more edgier. Rock, pop, etcetera." Cordelia had thought once she got better at the violin that she might try her hand at some other instrument that allowed her to get more into those sorts of genres. The guitar perhaps?

"Cordelia." The girl looked at her grandfather when he addressed her. Smiling, "As great as it is that you and Luka seem to be getting along well, I'm afraid we can't keep being too rude towards this young gentleman here." The British man gestured to the sales associate of whom he'd been chatting with about the basilisk's choice in computers at length while the two Raevans had been immersed in conversation.

"Oh right, sorry. Excuse me please." Delia said to Luka before floating off to discuss with the associate about the kind of phone she'd like to purchase along with the computer she wanted, leaving the boy with Adrian once more.

"So, I heard you say something about playing something other than the piano? What instrument were you thinking of?" the elder man asked the satyr.

Adrian's blue eyes widened a bit as the white haired boy rambled on quickly. It was like the first time he and Cordelia had truly spoken with one another after he'd moved in. At that time, the elder man had been somewhat lost in the basilisk's whirlwind of words, but luckily after some time he'd come to get use to it. Of course she'd also calmed down enough to not bombard him with every thought that suddenly popped into her little black head as well. Yet he should feel thankful for having that experience since it made it easier to keep up with Luka now.

Clapping a hand on the boy's shoulder, the man gave a gentle smile. "Well Luka, when humans get to be my age and have had somewhat a chaotic of a life as I have, we tend to seek out peace within ourselves and our surroundings. We may not be able to hear exactly what it is that you do, but we can sense it." For a moment, Adrian's eyes seemed so far away, like he was looking at something in the past, or perhaps to the future. It was gone as quickly as it had come and he continued, "You should try a woodwind instrument. Like a flute or piccolo. May be hard on your lungs at first since you're not fully developed yet, but with practice your stamina and endurance should increase."

When the conversation changed, Adrian took a moment to collect a good answer. Rubbing his chin in thought, "Yes and no. Cordelia's actual guardian, my daughter Ebony, is not actually my blood relation. I adopted her when she was very young and then Ebony did the same with Cordelia. Though they don't call one another mother or daughter, the relationship between them isn't really any different from ones who are of blood relation. And neither is mine to either of them. Our bond as a family is just as strong as those of blood. Maybe even stronger." The man shrugged at this last bit as it was all subjective of course, but he liked to believe that the girls felt just the same as he.