Crawly watched with almost sadistic amusement as Ascari flitted about, both confused, and curious of his words. It took most of the ghost's might not to giggle when Orynn hissed at him, and his smugness only grew as he soon discovered his words provoked much more of a fuss then he first thought they could. He would have to remember this for later days, for it seemed that aberrant slang was becoming less and less tolerated.
Orynn's glare only further encouraged the little brat. He opened a still developing wing, and preened it; as if he had done nothing wrong, and felt rather content with himself. The ghost would have probably made some other rude or discriminating comment, had Fern not arrived beside him, and shifted his attention.
"Everything's great," he muttered to the watcher, not even bothering to stop preening. Today has certainly proven to be more interesting then I could have ever hoped his mind whispered. He would have normally given fonder likings to one of his type, however, he had already been distracted into a more devilish mood, and wished not to ruin his run with mere chitchat.
"Oh, no you didn't," Granny boomed, "not in my class."
Busted. The fledgling lowered his wing, however showed neither remorse nor fear for his actions. His head tuffs held high, and had he not been the center of attention, he would of rolled his eyes.
The ghost continued to keep his distance as the lesson began, only moving slightly when the old teacher mentioned his name. Crawly puffed out his chest slightly…slightly with pride, slightly with anger. Why did she mention Aspen first? Was she blind in her other eye? Obviously she didn't know of the greatness that was the Ghost color, otherwise he would have been first.
Grumbling, he debated mentioning something about that…although in the end; he kept quiet. Maybe she'd mention how great ghosts where at the end of the lesson…just build up to it or something…
