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He heard her coming. One couldn't really miss the screech, not if they had ears. Then there was just the fact that she was running. He'd poked his head into the hall just as she ran by, feathers all-a-flutter. He glanced the way she'd come, then at her back.

"Hey!" he yelled after her, "I think you dropped something!" He assumed she did. It was a little hard to tell.

He watched as she stopped and spun, and realized far too late that she was running again. In his direction. A little too fast.

He tried. He really tried to get out of her way. When one is not expecting to be the target of a harpy missile, well, one cannot plan accordingly. Somewhere between stepping out of the way and not being able to do so as she ran him down, the raven mocker lost his balance. It was in a tumble of feathers that he hit the floor. "Ow!"

It took a moment or two for him to get his bearings again. When he did, he found himself staring at a familiar plumage. He'd seen her before. At...at the festival. Right. That was how she knew his name. Hers was.... "M-Myra?" That was it, right? "What are you doing here?"

Draven blinked at the ghoul. Yep. It was definitely her. He was suddenly glad bird bones were rather light. "Uh... Yes. I remember meeting you." He was nodding, slightly. The ghoul who tugged on his wings. Right.

His eyes followed hers briefly and he noticed her hatchlings seemed to be in a squabble. Ok. They were just as active as she was. Not that it was a bad thing, just good to remember. "Oh! Congratulations!" He could believe it. Maybe. It had happened, right? That's why she was here... What he couldn't believe was that she was sitting on him. In the demon dorms, apparently right after entering the school. "Good job! Now...uh...can I ask what you're up to? Here?"

He shifted a bit uncomfortably. His wing was not in the most comfortable position. "And uh, could you get off me? Maybe? M-Marla?" He felt like a complete fool for not remembering her name.

Her curious look was returned, though his was caused by the fact that she'd just said she was looking for her room. She was in the wrong area for that, wasn't she?

"Oh, uh, no problem," he replied, stopping his musing and focusing on standing. He gave his feathers the slightest shake. No damage done. "Mayaa! Right! Of course I remember you, and I was close on the name. Close." He felt bad about not remembering her name, but he did remember her.

He watched her as she watched him, very much wondering what that look was for. "I'm -- Wait. Monster dorms? Haha! No, no. I'm still a demon. You're in the demon dorms. Perhaps you took a wrong turn?" He hadn't meant to laugh. And it really wasn't her fault if she'd just arrived. "Wait. You haven't even been to your room yet? Hrm. I suppose... I could help you try to find it?"

He was glad that she didn't seemed too phased by the whole wrong building thing. He was nodding when he heard the tell-tale sound of paper ripping, and he caught that look she gave the mess she'd help make. "Yeah. It's easy to get turned around, big place and all." He said it quietly, not entirely sure about--

And then she had him by the arm, completely accepting his help. He wouldn't have backed out anyway, but he was a little taken back by her enthusiasm. "Alright!" The grin on his face turned to something more akin to shock or worry during her stare down with her bird. Um. Well. Draven could see who wore the pants in that relationship.

"Is...um...any of that important?" Not that he could stop the bird if he wanted to. "Maybe...we should get moving?"

He really didn't have a clue about what he'd gotten into. None.

"Uh huh," he said, nodding as Mayaa explained about the hatchling's 'moods'. He might have made a comment about it, but the other hatchling stepping in caused the words to kind of fade away as he watched the short scuffle, his jaw slightly agape. Birds could be vicious. "I see that. She seems...like a tough little bird." There was no other word for it.

Draven couldn't help but smile and sigh as Mayaa picked up the defeated little phoenix. He had a soft spot for minipets, and those with feathers even more so. "Aww--- Oh. OH! No! No no no!" It had gone from a tender moment to one of pain and panic faster than he would have thought possible. A quiet little moment that became a squealing mess of feathers. Draven was almost at a loss.

He did what any self-respecting boil would do. He tried to grab the bird. "Hey now!"

Only time would tell if it were the smart thing to do.

Draven could understand on some level. Fearina kind of did what she wanted, within the bound of her tank at least. She wasn't as overtly rude as this particular hatchling, but Draven had learned to keep his hands away from her teeth.

His own feathers bristled and his wings ruffled slightly. This bird was serious business and Mayaa....seemed to be at it's mercy. So, Draven didn't back off. If the bird wasn't going to, neither was he. If he could, yah know, pin it's wings down and hold it at arms length.....there was a chance it wouldn't bloody anyone or hurt itself.

He just...actually had to get his hands on it.

It was not quite a tackle. Something between a reach, a tackle, and a grab. He was aiming for the bird, but he realized a little too late the creature was probably faster. He could hope, though. He could hope. He could also hope that he didn't make things worse for the harpy.

Too bad his bird catching was a little rusty. Too bad he was off balance. Too bad Mayaa was below his target. Too bad he fell right on top of her.

Too bad he missed the hatchling.