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Sin giggled as the two separated, apparently, Sanar's personality wrote her off as a kleptyomaniac most of the time. Still, it was amusing. She smiled, and raised a hand. "Gael, you need to tell Sanar you're sorry for hitting her."

Gael paused, before taking the pages from Sanar. Why did she have to say sorry to Sanar when she had been the one who had done the bad thing in the first place? It didn't make any sense to her, and she fumed as she tried to get the pages to lay back in the book they way that they had originally been there.

What was Sin going to do, yell at her? Gael pouted. She'd done nothing wrong and yet Sin was acting as though she was the villian. She was quite put out.

"Gael." Sin's voice took on a steely edge that rarely demanded use. "Say you're sorry. NOW."

"'mslory."

Gael sood there for a minute, watching as Sanar darted away. What was she supposed to do? She assumed, from the way that Sanar was fleeing from her that she was supposed to chase her, but that seemed like an awful lot of work with little reward on the other side.

She moved slowly towards Sanar, not really letting on that she was moving too much, before, at the last possable second, she lunged forward and touched Sanar's back. "Tag back!" She shrieked happily, the previous incident with the books completely forgotten in her mind.

Sin watched as Gael's mood changed from dark and stormy to light and airy. "Wow," She comment to Chao, "Your little 'un there seems to have a real knack with not having people stay mad at her."

Gael paused, fingers just barely touching her back, before springing into action again, this time heading for a more head on attack. She lunged forward, and missed. But that didn't stop her from turning around and trying again.

Sin nodded, "I can knit, but you have to not hold it against me if she becomes obsessed... knitting tends to do that." Sin smiled, thinking of her own knitting tendencies. All of which were slightly less-than-normal.

Sin raised an eyebrow, but choose not to comment on Sanar's life of crime, she'd known enough of those types to realize very early on that it's best to be avoided. She nodded, "Right, knitting it is, when do you want to do it?"

It's always better to ask before just making a plan, because more often than not, you're messing with people's lives anyway.

Gael blinked, unaccustomed to the weight of ... someone else on top of her. What was wrong here? She was usually the one on top, and this was a direct violation of the way that things should be done. Fuming, she tried to push Sanar off of her.

Sin nodded, "Well then, I'll just have to drop by some time."

Gael struggled vainly to pull herself up from the floor, pondering the wisdom of socking Sanar in the head to get herself up and moving again. She supposed that it was a decent idea, but at the same time, she didn't really know - would Sanar like being punched in the head as much as Gael liked being squished?

Pulling her fist back, she decided to find out.

Sin blinked as Sanar came towards them, what had happened? She sighed, most likely, Gael had given up on the more traditional aproaches to the tag game that Sanar had started. She looked to where Gael was picking herself up off the floor. The child looked as confused with Sanar's reaction as Sin felt. What did Gael do?

Sin moved away from Chao and Sanar to get closer to Gael, who looked more and more confused as to Sanar's reaction as she moved towards Sin herself.

"Gael what did you do?" Sin asked, loud enough that Chao would hear as well, a quick glance drawing in the large red mark on Sanar's cheek.

Gael blinked, suprised at Sanar's reaction, she hadn't even hit her that hard. The whole thing was blown out of proportion. "She... She won't ... off."

She turned and faced Sin. "I hate tag." She proclaimed, knowing that she understood enough of the language to say that.

Sin nodded, not wanting to know what would happen if either Gael or Sanar made another move. It was just too... frightening. She walked over and picked up Gael, who was still glaring daggers at Sanar. "Yes, we should head home too, it's nearly dinner time anyway."

Gael narrowed her eyes as Sin carried her past Chao and out of the lodge. Oh yes, revenge would be sweet and final. Just you wait!

Sin shook her head and waved goodbye to Chao and Sanar as they left. Gael was clearly angry about something, it was now a matter of finding out what.

It had been a while since Wyv had visited the lodge. She had planned to scoot over to post a list of Makai's questing items on the bulletin board, but the impromptu pinic between the islanders of Ar'Idil and Cetalu had suprisingly taken care of the need for that.

Returning here hadn't been quite so pressing after that.

She was, in truth, a little woried about Makai. Wondering if he'd associate the lodge with the volcano that had taken place the last time they were here. She hoped not, he'd finally seem to gotten over his over-dependancy on here with his transformation to wisp form.

This wisp in question bobbed and floated along happily beside her. His pretties were in a box and they were going somewhere different! Different was always fun. He bobbed a head, passing through the lodge doors as his guardian opened them and let herself in. He didn't really recognize the place, having only been here a few times before and not rememberig much from his extended stay during the disaster.

Wyv kept a discreet eye on him, pleased he didn't seem to be trouble. Satissfied, she called out a greeting. "Yo, anybody here? Anthony?"

Makai ecchoed this as best he could. "Tho-neee!"