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"Really? Oh good..." The weight of fear was lifted off Tyson's shoulder at the good news. His posture went from tense to relaxed, the need to worry over with until Eiry thought it over. "Wait, that can't be possible! No one would do that to another person!! They might try to get into his room to steal things, and attempt at killing, but they shouldn't rip them apart!" He added as quick as possible, as thought to counteract what Eiry was saying in their battle of reality.

Lillian hadn't notice she was staring and frowned at her rudeness, she'd have to work on that. "Nothing really, just you're hair." She might as well tell him the truth. The young woman gestured at her hair and casually flipped the ends of one side with her hand. "It looks a lot like mine....weird huh?" Especially because it was a GIRL's haircut.

Talk about an awkward situation. For a teenager who always worked to be polite, Lillian wasn't striving as much as she usually would with Isi. Perhaps it was the age similarity. Isi may have acted older like she did, but he still looked like a kid, and that brought a sense of comfort to Lillian. Besides, their hair did look too alike to ignore for long. If she didn't bring it up, and Isi didn't, then someone would and they most likely would embarrass them both. It was best to ask him now when it was just them and the kids who were too busy sharing horror stories.

Tyson's face held instant concern over the fact that Eiry was right. Writers did tell stories about real occurences that took place in reality all the time. The story that Eiry spoke of had no unicorns, no fairies, no trolls, basically it possessed nothing magical. Without the magic factor, the chance of the tale being true was higher than he hoped for.

"Maybe he just imagined it? It could be something he thought up while daydreaming." Perfect! He had found a way to avoid believing Eiry's idea! Yes, it was an awful thing for someone to take pleasure in dreaming about. But atleast Edgar Allen Poe's words were not true.

"Oh please! I found this haircut in a girl's magazine AND a women's hair design idea book. Now, you may have always had that style, but it is still a girl's style no matter what." Lil smiled at Eiry after he proved her point. Ha! Take that! She couldn't wait to see him struggle for what to say now. She had won the first battle and already she was ready to win the war.

"Well..." Tyson chewed over the idea of listening to another one of Eiry's stories. Despite his strong guesses that the story would probably be another horror filled tale; the tyke didn't want to upset the raevan by denying him a pair of listening ears.

It wasn't as if he actually knew the story that Eiry would tell next. If he was lucky it would be the type of story he didn't have to stay up late at night worrying over. "Okay, tell me another one, please!" He smiled at Eiry the confidence he had possessed over the predicament returning with flying colors after its earlier embarrassing take off.

Lillian only allowed her gaze to wander from Isi's glare when she checkd on Isi, but other than that her eyes never left her's. To see that he was not defeated only boiled her blood fruther. "No it is not! It is a girl's hair style and it has been around for a pretty long time! I look good with short hair, and those magazines? They can be a bunch of garbage sometimes!" Even though that didn't meant that Lillian didn't read their glossy pages once in a while.

"Hey...wait a sec, how would you know what kind of hair styles are in a girl's magazine? Hmm?" Ah ha! This was developing into the perfect blackmail scheme, and it would definitely allow Lil "victory" over Isi.

By the time the two eldest of the four tempers had risen to scrouching (clearly a dangerous level to reach); Tyson had been able to prepare himself for yet another frightening tale. The tyke had managed to convince himself in good timing to listen to what his gut feeling was telling him. The words, "Buck up!" and "Listen with courage." were able to keep his eyes open and his hands down at his sides rather than up covering his ears.

The fact was, if Tyson ever wished to accomplish his dream of being a hero, then he would need to conquer his fear of scarey stories. To listen to Eiry's tales must've been a good step for him to take to accomplish his first task, and it seemed it might turn out easy if cat's were frequently involved.

Although before he could hear the end of the first sentence Tyson heard Isi's outburst and already knew his time with Eiry would be cut short.

Lillian's glare couldn't have been anymore darker after Isi threw his tantrum. How rude of that twerp! It wasn't HER fault that he had gotten a GIRL's hair style. Besides, he was better off finding out from her rather than a group of big burly teenagers looking for fresh meat.

To think their rage was fueled and strengthed by something so silly as hair.

Now, the young teenager knew as she stood frowning and glaring daggers at Isi's back that she could walk over to the young teen, apologize for her actions, and perhaps start anew. Yet, that was the person at faults role in a fight and certainly Lillian was not that person of the current ordeal.

With one last huff of aggravation, the scowling Lil turned her back and Isi and hurried herself over to where her brother and Eiry sat.

"I'm sorry guys, but we really need to go in and see Aphi now. It was nice to meet you, Eiry. I'm sure we'll see you again!" She told the raevan as she helped Tyson to his feet. There was a slight twinge of regret that she was pulling the two kids away from their fun, but she couldn't stand Isi any longer.

She needed to escape his old grouch of a man attitude as quick as she could or she'd explode.

As he was pulled away by his sister, Tyson managed to turn his head around and smile weakly at the raevan. "See ya later, Eiry! Call us if you want to come over sometime!" He called back to the other with a goodbye wave.

Then they were up the steps of Aphi's home and opening the door, ready to be greeted by a man with a smile as sweet as honey.