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Who You Gonna Call?

Pretty Flower

Ligeia knelt down to look over the card that was marked with his name and sitting next to a vase that had a single flower in it. He titled his head to the side and turned to look up at Vorel, "It has my name on it." He told the dragon before he picked up the card. He looked it over before opening it up and read over the simple words inside and he found himself starring at it. It wasn't handwriting that he had ever seen before, scrawling and rather pretty if you asked him.

That seemed to confused him that much more, "Who do I have that would ant to say 'I'm Sorry' to me?" He asked, turning his attention to Vorel who was trying to read the card over his shoulder.

Vorel seemed to be thinking about it for a long while before before murmuring, "The Mantis girl?" He suggested, the only one he could think on was her. After all she was the one that had hit his boy.

Ligeia rose to his feet giving a little giggling sound, "Zyanya? I can't see her being the sort to apologize... and the hand writing doesn't match her personality either." He said as he lowered his head to sniff at the pretty flower. He looked back and forth down the hall before he slipped into the apartment that he shared with his father, brother, and the two dragons.

He walked along toward his room pausing when he heard a little crash that went along with Vorel running into something, "Ah! Sorry, sorry! I forget sometimes that I can see in the dark." He told his dragon as he turned on a light for Vorel. Nobody else seemed to be at home which was a bit of a shame, he could have asked Ter if he'd ever seen the writing before... though he didn't know if he wanted to how a card and a flower to Ter, the snake teased him enough as it was.

The pair made their way to Ligeia's room and the owl set the vase with the flower in it on his desk, sitting the card next to it. He was completely lost.. he couldn't think of anyone that would want to apologize to him. He didn't argue, didn't get into fights, didn't really know of anyone that he didn't get along with aside from maybe Z on occasion.

It was an odd to find a gift like this sitting in front of the door to their apartment, "I wonder... why wouldn't they sign their name if their were apologizing. Now I'm worried... what happened that someone would want to apologize for." He murmured.

Vorel chuckled as he sat down next to Ligeia's hammock and looked over at where the boy was standing, fusing over the flower, "Maybe they were scared you wouldn't forgive?" He suggested before he gave shrug of his shoulders.

Ligeia paused, thinking that over for a long while, "Huh... maybe." He murmured as he moved over to where Vorel was, hopping into Vorel and stepped from his back and into the hammock. He sat down in it and gave a smile, "Maybe they will come forward later. He said as he laid on his side, wings giving a flutter.

The dragon nodded, half wondering what the person had done to his boy that would make him want to apologize.

Another Gift

Ligeia was heading out the door this time when he nearly tripped over a package that was sitting in front of the door. It was Vorel's quick thinking that kept him from doing so as the Frost caught hold of the back of his shirt and pulled him back a couple steps until the owl steadied himself, "Woah... Whats this." He murmured, kneeling down to look the gift over.

It had been a while since he had gotten the last gift bt the moment he saw the card, saw the writing he felt himself flushing a bit, "Ah! Come on Vorel." He scooped up the silver wrapped box and rushed back to his room forgetting completely what he had been on his way to do in light of this new discovery.

The Frost gave a bit of a pout, closing the door after them and trotted after his owl. They were supposed to be going out flying... that box had better be important he thought to himself as he went to Ligeia's room knowing that was where he would be. By the time he got there the owl was already sitting in his hammock, the present sitting on his lap and he was carefully opening it, "It has the same handwriting as the flower."

The flower was sitting on his dresser after having been carefully dried so that it would remain as pretty as it had been when he'd first found it. Vorel gave the flower a look then sat down in front of the hammock, stealing the shiny silver paper first chance he got. The owl giggled as he watched his partner wave it around like a metallic flag before he opened up the box.

"I wonder who is sending this stuff to me and why." He murmured, then went silent, eyes going wide when he saw the content of the box, "Ooooh wow. Look Vorel." He picked the quill up first and looked it over. It was so pretty! It would be great to take notes with and just to decorate his room. The feather was even blue, "Its blue! Mmm, wonder if that means whoever is sending me stuff knows my favorite color."

"Its... odd. A secret admirer." He murmured, his cheeks going a bit red at the thought.

He took out the book next, looking it over before he flipped through it, "Oooo, I can rewrite all my magic notes in here." He murmured, they would look so nice written out neatly in a book like this he thought to himself then blinked when he got to the front and found an inscription there.

He read it over several times and then set to blushing, "Oh... my." He murmured unable to get out any other words and then gave a little, embarrassed giggle, "Wow, whoever is sending this stuff is a bit bold." To think that the person wanted to do such a thing... or was he reading the inscription wrong? He wasn't sure. He closed the book and hugged it to his chest, "Such a great gift."

Vorel gave a little snort and looked in all ways jealous at the moment which caused the owl to hop up, setting the book and quill on the dresser with the dried flower, "Sorry, sorry. We were supposed to go flying?" He said, using Draconic as he knew that would be the best way to win the dragon's affection back and put him back in a good mood.

Vorel nodded, "Yes, flying time. Not book time and secret friend time." He said in a grouchy way.

The owl giggled then gave him a hug, "Alright, lets get going then. We will fly, just the two of us. No secret friends allowed."

Vorel perked up then nodded, nudging Ligeia toward the door.

A What...? Who knew.

Going out to the Drive in with Alaqua, Bob, and Vorel!

Helping Out Again

This time Ligeia acts as his father's eyes in a class with a night time feel to it.

Roof Top Reading

Ligeia was sitting on Vorel's back, reading the letter over and over and over and was trying to decide what he thought of it. The one that sent him all of the gifts wanted for them to meet in person, a private meeting in front of the D-Corp building and he had to admit he was curious. Who wanted to apologize to him in that first letter, to send him gifts, love poems in the second gift, and meet him now?

"What do you think?" He asked of Vorel, not sure what he should think of the letter or how he should respond to the letter. It was... hard. It was something that his curiosity piqued but at the same time what if the person was dangerous? One of those... stalkers?

Vorel looked at the letter his boy was holding, reaching out to nudge his nose against it, "I go too." He said simply. He didn't want his boy meeting with strangers, he would go to and if that stranger was scary Vorel would use his ice breath! He would freeze them and eat them before they could hurt his pretty owl he thought to himself. Despite his thoughts being dangerous and somewhat morbid his face retain his normal, happy look.

Ligeia nodded, "Of course. I don't want to go all alone, just in case." He folded the letter up, tucked it into his pocket, and then checked the time, "If we go now we can get there a little early."

The frost gave a nod of his head, rising to his feet and padded to the edge of the roof looking down. They had been sitting up here since the letter arrived with his owl repeatedly reading it, looking unsure, and debating over it. Now it seemed it was time to go and meet the strange, gift giver.

Babysitting Time

Sex Ed