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By watching his father and the way that he went about things Ligeia had seen that parents were always in need of help when it came to getting errands done and keeping an eye on their kids. He knew since anytime his father needed something done then Ter and himself would end up getting drug along.

Lately Ligeia had begun to get an interest working with kids after doing the two flyings classes for Revon and his twin Keilvos with his father. He had talked with Orpheus about how to go about getting more of a feel for working with little ones in a way more simple then running a class as that was his father's job and not his own. It was suggested to him to try babysitting. Everyone was in need of a babysitter from time to time and maybe that would also help Ligeia earn a little bit of money on the side to pay for all of the magic books that he so wanted to buy.

So he had hung up a flyer on the outside of his father's classroom door advertising that he would be doing just that. Babysitting, it would help him to get more of a feel for being around kids on his own as the two other times his father had been there to help him. Not that his father would be vastly far away were anything to happen but none the less this was Ligeia's project.

He'd gotten together some snacks and some juice boxes for the little kids to partake of when they wanted them and there was always plenty to do in his father's classroom with it looking like the outdoors so he was sure that this would go well. Or at least he hoped it would.

Perilas spotted the flyers that morning as he went to work. That was a good idea, he mused. Nibal had grown too old to be simply amused by worksheets anymore. The boy was almost too destructive to be kept in the man's office during his classes. This would be something the frog kid could do and Peri wouldn't have to worry about him. Too much.

So that was why Peri and Nibal were entering the room, a child-sized black backpack in hand. The bag held a rather important item: anti-toxins.

"NO!" The shrill scream of the goldcrest was hurting Rapiers ears, "NO NO NO NO! WAN'TYVVIE! WANTYVIE NO'GOIN'LONE!" Cleo was being held to her mother from around her waist, writhing and kicking in her tight grip.

Rapier peeled her lips back slightly, hauling the little bird up closer. "Cleo, stop it! You're going to meet new people and be HAPPY for it. Tyven will be home when you get ther!"

"WANTYVIENOGOLONE!" Cleo continued to shriek, planting a well-aimed elbow into her mothers stomach. When the former slaver faltered, Cleo wriggled down. She stumbled, briefly, and then... Damn. She didn't know where to go. How to get back home. "'AKE ME HOME! WANTYVIE!"

"Be quiet, Cleo!" Her mothers voice changed into a rough snap and she grabbed Cleos shoulders, pushing her towards the front door where people are. "No behave yourself or all your clothing will be black from now on."

When Cleo didn't try to bolt away at THAT threat, Rapier nodded in satisfaction, arms folding. "I'll be back to pick you up later." No response. She hesitated, turned and left.

Cleo was glaring at the wall near the entereance, hands tight in fists and...well, she was trembling. Heck, she was close to crying. Her face was red and she didn't WANT to go in, even if there was Alt and a see through girl and a ...boy..girl? person inside and she could hear them. NO.

Ligeia's attention was torn between two things in that moment, the sound of someone screaming outside the door about not wanting to come here to play and then what Mr. Coleman was saying about Nibal, the second seemed a bit more important when he heard what he had said about anti-toxins. The teacher had his full attention then, in case anyone touched him? That would be so sad, did that mean that Nibal didn't get to have hugs because of that?

"I will make sure he stays... ahh... dressed." Ligeia said to the teacher. That shouldn't to hard, clothing was a normal thing. Well aside from Ter who didn't wear any of it as he didnt' see the point in it. He was covered in scales instead. Ligeia followed the teacher as he headed out to see where he put the bag down then turned to Nibal, "Yes, his name is Vorel. Say hello Vorel!" He called to his dragon.

Vorel opened up his eyes as the boy in front of him, seeming mesmerized by the color of the one standing there. He gave a greeting in Draconic, and smiled showing off pointy teeth. He had an easy demeanor about him though so he didn't seem scary.

With Nibal distracted by Vorel Ligeia made his way over to the door to see to the one that was screaming, curious as to who it was.

Peoples attention turned towards her and Cleo, despite her anger and her upset, flushed a bright red. Well, well. She had FORGOTTEN that there would be other people there... people who would be hearing the things she screamed.

Without Rapier, the girl tiptoed inside fully, inching her way to press against the wall. Her face was still a bright pink under the brown and the green, but at least people were still talking. "....Mam didn' lemme bring Tyvie," She whispered, voice breaking a little.

The innocence and guile was there almost immediately. She wans't at fault - her mother was! Love HER. Coddle HER! Forget the mother. Forget the screaming.

Ligeia gave a nod to Cleo, "Ahhh, I see. I'm sorry that Tyvie couldn't come along." He said to the girl, having no idea who 'Tyvie' was but knew that not having those that you cared about could make a person sad. He gave her a bright smile, "Maybe you can find someone here to play with until you can see your other friend again?"

He then looked over to see where everyone else was. Nibal was talking with Medusa and Altessa was with Vorel. Ok, things were going alright so far so he turned back to the new girl, "My name is Ligeia, what's yours?"

Vorel's eyes opened up again, looking up at Altessa a moment before he lifted up his head to look her over. He gave a greeting to her, he knew her! His tail gave a lazy sort of swish, another pretty. He really liked those! As he glanced around he saw a second one too, a really bright shiny one! And a really see through, shiny one! Oooo. What a good group they had, only one boy among them and lots of pretties. He was a happy dragon.

"M'dusa!" Replied the cheery jellyfish girl, smiling as she waved again, overly happy. Cheery. Bubbly. She was all of the above that Altessa was not, now that others greeted her. Maybe things wouldn't be so bad after all!

Altessa paced around the dragon now, curious. She was sizing him up, she had to admit; once she had found out she was getting a dragon - a black dragon, of all things - she wanted to find out as much as she could about the other types, as well as her own.

After the most traumatic incidents of recent, Cadentau no longer liked to be left alone. In another two weeks, the best thing to do would be forcing him to stay alone for gradually increasing short periods of time and realize that nothing bad was going to happen. Unfortunately for Wolfie, there was no way that she could take two whole weeks off work and leave all her patients unattended, nor was there any way that she could bring her son to work as he might be classified as a patient himself. He had certaintly suffered enough to constitute trauma. Thus, here they were.

"No Caden." She scolded "Mom can't bring you to the clinic today, it's dangerous. There will be sick people there who might hurt you."

THe lionboy half roared half screamed something unintelligible at her and chased after her retreating form. That was exactly the problem. If it was dangerous, he needed to be there to protect her. He had already failed once, he wouldn't fail again.

Wolfie broke his grip easily enough, although she couldn't avoid the grazing of his claws against her arm. Startled that he had drawn blood yet again, Caden froze for a moment, giving the psychologist just enough time to slip out the door and smile apologetically at whichever unfortunate soul was serving as babysitter.

"I'll be back soon. Be a good boy Caden."

Having realized that she was gone, Cadentau launched himself at the closed door. He slammed into it with his shoulder but it wouldn't budge, so he settled for clawing at it madly, which didn't do any good at all, as this was D-corp, and the doors were metal.