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Anthony, sitting in the study, heard a voice calling him. He carefully placed down his pen, marked his place with a bookmark and got to his feet. Sliding the chair back into it's place, he headed out to seewho was there. The informal voice wasn't one he recognised immediately and he wondered if this was one of the Ar'Idilian's he had only briefly met.

He walked out to see Wyv and her wisp. Immediately fascinated he walked over to them quickly. "Welcome, welcome, what can I help you with?" he asked. It had been a long while since anyone had been at the Lodge to see him and he was rather enjoying the thought he could be of help!

Grinning, Anthony greeted the enthusiastic wisp "Hello...Makai" the name came to him. He nodded to Wyvernscale.

"Ahh... I see, I see! You have quite a time ahead of you then. He motioned to a relatively clear spot on the polished wooden floor. Put them all down over here... and his joined album too." he noted the drum and remembered that Makai was to be a musician. It would be wonderful to hear what the little musician would come up with once he hadproper hands to play with!

Anthony got to he knees where he had indicated, waiting for Wyv.

Anthony was about to go forward and sort the pile in some way, things began to move quickly. Anthony automatically stepped back as the items each began to glow softly. The blue glow which surrounded each item reacted together, swirling, sparking and slowly merging together, tugging at Makai's transparent form.

Makai was tugged down slightly as the blue mist began to slowly suffuse him. He became more solid slowly, shining blue feathers and soft tawny fur emerged before, uncermoniously, Makai dropped head first, quite solidly, to the floor.

Anthony winced as the young child fell, automatically reaching forward to see if the boy was hurt. This, he thought, could be considered a 'hard birth' for an Aerandir. He'd have to remember to warn against this in the future.




((Photo: http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/Aerandir/Aerandir/Makai/photo_child_wyvernscale.jpg))

His breath let out fast as the young child grabbed hold of him. Even having seen it before the transformation sitll stunned him. A living, breathing, wailing child had come from the transparent wisp. Such odd creatures, these Aerandir.

Anthony smiled to Makai, noting the boy already going for his precious drum and then turned to Wyv. "Quite a miracle isn't it?"

"Those I've seen are those you've seen" he admitted. We've been unable to find out about their transition to young-adulthood, they're all very secretive about it..." He watched the pair of them. Wyv over Makai, both enthusiastic and both bursting with... life. He grinned and slid onto the floor, legs crossed and simply watching and listening.

(( I'm typing this, assuming Anthony and Wyv aren't around anymore... razz ))

Ah, the moral battle once again.

Progolo hated taking food from the lodge, despite that it was there for the Keepers to use as they needed. It went against everything he believed in. It felt like stealing.

Still, he had to get sugar somehow.

As he searched through the cupboards, Kala was sitting forlornly on the floor, fussing and pawing at her long ears with awkward hooves. Drinking upside-down had its disadvantages, and getting water in her ears was one of them.

Progolo paused, seeing her discomfort, and his face softned with pity.

"Here, now...tip your head, maybe that will help the water run out," he cooed, taking ahold of her beak gently and tilting her neck. Kala protested through her clamped beak.

Progolo jumped at the sound of Emi's voice, having become nervous due to the 'moral outrage' he was performing by raiding the kitchen. Besides, it looked pretty bad...he was being gentle, but clamping his Aerandir's beak closed and twisting her very fragile-looking neck would appear quite questionable to any who didn't know his honest intention.

He released Kala and stood suddenly, his hand clutching his jittery heart.

"Ah! You startled me," Progolo stuttered awkwardly, his eyes flickering quickly between the woman and the immaculate, snow-white Aerandir. Not only did he feel guilty, he was doing a wonderful job of acting the part. He cursed himself.

Kala, relieved at being let go, gave an inarticulate and rather unpleasant squawk and resumed trying to massage the water out of her ears with her bony legs.

Kala relaxed for a moment to look up at the creature looming on the table above her. Good grief, it looked scary! She clattered to her feet and scurried behind Progolo's leg. It's eyes were huge!

But she was too curious to let fear get in her way. Her neck twisted back around her keeper's ankle, her sore ears erect.

"Wark," she stated. Her voice was hardly musical, but it sounded welcoming and innocent. She was too entranced by the frightening creature to even notice the dog.

"N-no, don't worry...just...took me off-guard, that's all," he said, hoping his rapidly beating heart would slow sometime soon. He flinched slightly as the dog went past, still feeling laced with guilt, but his eye was caught by the brown fur.

Something clicked.

He smiled shakily. "Ah, I remember you...When the volcano...yes, I remember." Trying to get himself to relax, he looked at the white spectre haunting the kitchen table. His weak smile faded, replaced by an impressed and awe-struck expression. "Oh my..."