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"Hello to you too!" Astra said to Tahki, taking flight so she could gently pet her behind the ears. She had seen other students do so, so she assumed the gryphon didn't mind such treatment.

Flying a little higher, she could see a few more students had arrived; the huge red dragon was fighting one of the deer, to which she shouted "Go eat him up!". And there was the patchwork guy from before. She waved to him as he approached Tahki, and flew a little higher. It was then she saw...a cat? yes, it was a cat, and it was eating one of the houses! She didn't know you could eat things in chirstmas town...

Now she was curious. Her small form darted past Christof and towards the gingerbread house in the distance. She flew around the house once, then hovered just above the cat. Was it really safe to eat? she pondered to herself. Hands place on a a wall she dung her hands in and tugged, managing to pull off a piece and then put it on her mouth. "hmm...." It tasted sweet. Which wasn't necessarily a bad thing.

Ah good, they were back. The lightning dragon offered a little wave to Livi and then peered around a bit. "Okay so... 'm pretty sure the Workshop is over that way." He considered himself pretty lucky not to have been attacked yet, what with the nature of the enemies here. At least he'd probably (maybe) see them coming, unlike the ones from the Icy Path that were the same damn color as the snow.

Christof flinched as the fairy-like student flitted past, his attention from familiar faces suddenly drawn to an unfamiliar face... if it could be called a face at all. More importantly to the sharp utensil in it's clawed hand, carefully cutting into one of those strange little horrible gnome things attacking people. Clearly this was a person who knew the right questions to ask. Christof knew he didn't, truthfully all of the little fiddly bits of anatomy confused him, but the BIG picture, that he got.

His path veered, drawn toward the creature in the bright red hat in shyly morbid curiosity.

Riley gave pause for a moment, just barely veering left and right to keep from being stabbed. One particular stab for her right in the leg, scratching painfully across and leaving a jagged red line of candy and blood to stain her purple skin.

You're feisty. If I didn't have to kill you, I'd keep you as a pet.

And with that, she roundhouse kicked the elf, bringing her leg down on it with a graceful swirl.

Riley's HP: 12
Elf HP: IT'S A TRAP DEAD

And down it went, face into the snow which tinted, slowly, a vague shade of pink...
...

Ohae, what was that in it's hat??

HP: 0
LOOT:

Riley looked down at the elf she'd just eliminated, chest rising and falling in quick heaves. The elf had hurt her, and she felt the sting of the slash across her leg - but it was the cannon itself that had taken the wind out of her. It was the first time she'd used it, and she was impressed that West had used it earlier. She dragged it limply in the snow, kicking the head of the elf one last time just for kicks. The kick was a mistake; it brought her more pain than pleasure. Her knee gave in and she dropped down to it, planting both hands in the snow to keep from falling over.

It was hard to concentrate on anything but the pain that was stinging her leg and shuddering through her body from the cannon's backlash. And yet. That shade of snow was pink, and she hated pink - but it was still beautiful. It matched the snow under her leg, as ribbons of red trickled down it.

Quarria's eyes brightened as Gabrian accepted her offer, and as Sin motioned toward Alcie and Junko. Yesssss, warmth! As Gabrian mentioned her battle, she half-ducked her head in slight shame. "I ended up using my bell during the battle, and then on the way here too. My 'cousin' actually did give me a peppermint point though!" She mentioned, trying to smile and salvage her reputation. She nodded her large head (someone could sit on her head alone, it was so large. (Which did explain why she could fit an entire creature in her mouth if she wanted.)) and lowered it to be at the general eye level.

When the rabbit-shifter didn't look particularly interested, Quarria explained, "Actually, you see, I am an Amphthere dragon, and thus I have 'cold blood' like Gabrian does in his serpent form. I have to regulate my own body temperature or I'll freeze to death. When I give people rides, it raises my body temperature, and thus keeps me alive. So, it's really no problem at all to give you all rides. It's actually kind of selfish on my part, as carrying people is the easiest way to get warmth." Quarria explained everything in her serpent-y logic, trying to make her reason make sense.

When the other demoness, who Quarria gathered was Gabrian's sister, accepted the offer without a problem, Quarria could only blink thankfully. When the question of how to get up arose though, Quarria quickly slid down into the snow, so that her massively long and thick frame (Fun Fact: Amphitheres can grow up to five feet in diameter. Quarria's somewhere between fourand a half, and five feet in diameter.) was pressed into the snow. She then unfurled a wing so that it could work as a railing of sorts, and flicked her tail around and then around again, pressed close to Quarria's body to make a sort of makeshift stairs at the girl's feet. "Happy to be able to use my natural form to our kind's advantage here in this JOYous place. Usually people just climb on at the thinner part of my tail, and then make their way toward where my wings meet with my body, but since you're in an injuried condition, please use the Amphithere Express's built-in stairs." The huge winged serpent half-joked, looking up (which she decided was a most odd viewpoint) at Gabrian's sister from where her head was barely arched out of the snow. "You can rest against my wings, as that would probably be the most comfortable place. Oh, and you can put your equipment and bags and such down on my back, too. Could I ask your name? I'm Quarria, the Amphithere Dragon, by the way." She offered, before looking around. "Anyone else need a ride? All aboard, if so!" She called happily.

(If anyone needs a ride, just tell Quarria. ^^)

A lot more students were showing up now, not that Julian really minded. Well, he did, he wasn't a fan of crowds, but at least there was safety in numbers in a fight. Seeing that for the most part, everyone seemed fine, he looked down the path through the town.

"I think we should probably g-" His words were cut off when he shifted again. With a sigh, he flapped into the air and flew several paces ahead before landing again and glancing back. There were a few students who had gone different ways to explore, several had just started inspecting things of ChristmasTown. He didn't really want to know anything about the place, he'd rather just get this over with and go home.

Julian's HP :: 12