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Grumbling slightly to himself, Faras bushed the sodden hair out of his eyes and stared out into the empty street. Of COURSE it has to rain. Of course. Folding his wings around his body as a form of protection aganst the icy bullets, he plunged headfirst into the torrential downpour.

He TRIED to hug the sides of the buildings and use shelter whenever possible, but within a few short minutes he was soaked to the bone. Taking shelter under a shops awning for a few minutes, he thought of the choices he had.

One. Walk home. Well...if he didn't mind being half-drowned and catching pneumonia, that was the best choice.
Two. Fly home. Since that was about as fun as reading a book about the history of cod....
Three. Wait the storm out.

Yes. The last one sounded nice. Pushing the door to the nearset shop open, he was welcomed by a blast of warm air. Wringing his hair out to keep him from dripping too much water on the floor, he entered.

What he saw in that small shop was very interesting. Items ranging from ornamental knife-rests to stuffed racoons could be seen. Wandering through the maze of item-laden shelves, his eye was drawn to a single object. An egg slightly larger than the size of two fists was perched between a candleholder and a stack of coasters. The egg seemed to be rather disgruntled. Picking it up carefully, he managed to find the desk where all the sales were apparently made. An old cash register sat upon the battered wooden dsesk, mostly covered by scraps of papers.

Reclining in an old wooden chair, a man, presumably the owner, was taking a nap. Faras cleared his throat in an attempt to wake him. No good. "Excuse me..? Hello?....OI!" The owner leaped out of his chair at the loud exclamation.

"What? Couldn't you see I was sleeping?" he groweled.

"I was just wondering...How much is this?" Faras asked, holding up the egg.

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Stumbling through the front door, Faras deposited his purchase on a nearby peice of furniture before wandering down the hall to get a towel. Upon finding a dry towel, he started vigorously drying his hair with it and headed back towards the living room.

He made it to his destination, and then promptly collaspsed onto the couch when he got there.

"What...is this?" a voice asked. Peering from underneath the curtain of hair and towel, he stared at Suboshi, the woman who was staring at the egg with a raised eyebrow.

"An egg." he replied, returning to the toweling of his hair.

"Well yes, I see that, but what is it doing here? And what are we supposed to do with it?"

"...Sit on it?"

[Journal Entry]

I FINALLY broke down and bought a journal. Or a diary. Or whatever. I actually bought three, but shhhh.. It's supposed to help you 'release your innermost feelings' says a friend. But..yeah.

So, I have an egg now. I have absolutly NO idea what it is or where it's from, but I guess I haffta take care of it untill it hatches..
.....and after, too, I suppose.

And call me crazy, but I think it's MOCKING me. Just sitting there STARING at me with this smug air around it. Eggs can't stare though! Arrghhhhhh.

;_; So yes, it seems that I have finally snapped.

Oh joy.

~Subo

Hateya was bored. The small one couldn't reach her/him/it anymore, so no more flying anymore. Sigh.
Although, the thing it was placed on was rather interesting. It had many bumps and curves (although it constricted Hateya to the place she was placed, she still entertained herself by trying to get OVER them. No success as of yet.) and Hateya KNEW somehow that it was nice and shiney.
She thinks she might like shiney.

Well, it was night time, and as what usually happens, Arrakis snuck out of the house. She knew Elf would be worried to see the child gone, but she didn't really care. Besides, the dragon had never been caught yet.

Arrakis danced/ran through the night. Her exotic dress fluttered behind her, as did her long, silky hair. The dragon hummed, and the stars seemed to shimmer in response to her song. She was so caught up in it, that Arrakis almost missed the song on the wind.

The dragon was special, she could hear the life force, per say, of other Mysterians. Unconsciously, Arrakis danced in the direction. When she discovered that she was following another song, the dragon stopped in her tracks. Her dress and bangles jittered angrily from the abruptness of the action.

The song Arrakis heard was almost exactly like hers, but yet it wasn't. It was a distorted version, so different from her own melody. The notes intrigued her, and so Arrakis made her way until she came to a house.

Lifting her head, Arrakis surveyed the overgrown appearance. It didn't bother her, though, she was comfortable in almost any environment, except for the ocean, naturally.

Quietly, Arrakis walked to the front porch and sat in the bench. She swayed, it crinkled a little in protest, but the child persisted. Slowly, the rust broke away, giving away to an almost silent swing.

Arrakis sat there, watching the stars, and humming to the song of the Mysterian she knew was inside.

The song pounded in Arrakis's ears, as it usually did before she met the Mysterian it belonged to. Once she identified who the tune was a part of, the songs tended to become practically silent.

When the Mysterian threw open the door and demanded her presence, Arrakis leaned over the swing and smiled at the new 'arrival'. "I'm sorry, did I interrupt something? I hadn't meant to...."

Arrakis shrugged and moved over discreetly just in case the other girl wanted to join her. "I go for a walk almost any night...but I heard a new song and decided to investigate...." The dragon eyed Hateya, more in fascination than anything, "Have you hatched recently? I am afraid I have not heard your.... met you before."

Arrakis chewed on a lip and toyed with a strand of hair. She figured not too long ago that she was the only one that heard the music in tangible -at least she could distinguish them- form. When she confronted Elf, she was just told that she was special, and like every other naive child, Arrakis believed her.

"Umm..." the dragon drug out her words, "I guess I was singing...?"

Arrakis looked at Hateya and smiled, sort of in a 'let me tell you want I think' look. "Well, all Mysterians have a song, and I can hear those melodies. Your's intrigued me. You see, I am a dragon-type, and the before tonight, the closest song that I've recognized was Keira. I think that is because she is a dragon as well, even though a different type. But yours.... your song was so familiar, but yet incredibly different....!" Arrakis was fairly long winded and liked to talk. Her voice had a melodious flare to it, and hearing it subdued her urge to sing.