Welcome to Gaia! ::

Morrigan was still holding onto Po-ar's arm cheerfully, but silent as the grave. She flashed a smile at all the newcomers, and fwoosh, they were teleporting again. She didn't mind it too much at all, really.

Sallia bowed respectfully. "Nice to meet you, Ashuri." She smiled. Unlike Morrigan, she was more exumberant, more outgoing.
Morrigan decided to join Po-ar for the tea however, craving the drink herself. "What's brewing this time, Hermes?" she teased, relating back to his constant flying around and message-sending. "Chai in there??? Perhaps some Moroccan Mint, or some pear-white, or honeydew melon white???" Her eyes gleamed. Such wonderful, sugar-sweet addictions....Though technically, she hardly ever sweetened her teas.

Sallia laughed quietly. "I see my introduction got lost somewhere. My name is Sallia Makija... Um, I'm apparently the girl that Aera and Xarik'n were waiting around for, and they say we're supposed to be friends in the future...." she shrugged gently.

Morrigan however was outraging. "Why you!!!" she gasped, gaping at him. "Tell me!!! I'll smell it!!! Do you really think you can hide from me!?" she demanded.
Whoa. Morrigan WAS assertive sometimes.... It was a scary contrast, but ah, the woman was pure fire! What a sweet disguise...
" 'That is a secret' my left a$$cheek..." Morrigan muttered, following after and inspecting closely.

Sallia chuckled. "I apologize, though I can understand. Strangers aren't anything pleasant to deal with until you know them a little better. And then, it's only maybe. Never means they're not good people, but I'm sure it must be strange from your perspective."

Morrigan stuck her tongue out at him. "I have no objection to the tea, I just want to know what KIND it is!" she insisted. "Ooo, you're something terrible! Why are you laughing???" She pouted. "Meany..."

Sallia suddenly clung onto Vejita with a rock-iron grip hug, squealing. "Ooooo, do you hear THAT!!! We get to be housemates!!! How EXCITING!"
She released and fell to the floor laughing with Aera however, nearly crying because of how pissed she knew that single move would make him.

Morrigan prodded him. "Stubborn Tarnb-jin! Do you take some twisted delight in teasing me this way???" She crossed her arms, staring upwards, indignant and hmphing. "Because what if you make a tea I'm allergic to, or don't like??"

Actually, both were nonexistant, but she was posing a question. It was the laughing smirk in Po-ar's eyes that set her off the most, and nearly made her blush.

"You...!" Morrigan muttered, blushing, but she drank gratefully, and it was as if she worshipped each and every sip as if they were divine deities. She didn't like blushing, she was stoic, and calm, and serene.... Usually. "It's delicious..."
Actually, the ginger was something she found addicting; her faery side, no doubt, and the fruits and jasmine were doubly appealing. A hint of honey would have been perfect, and perhaps some organic milk; she didn't like the taste of the usual stuff, it tasted...funny. Strange, what humans did to their foods, she thought in dismay. She glanced up at Po-ar from time to time, but avoided his eyes when he'd glance back, hoping to make it seem as if she was only contemplating her tea.

Sallia giggled at all of this. "Ooo, I know, perhaps we could all be forced to share a single room with one another, that'd be terrible.... Not enough space, and Aera and I and Vejita and teaparties!"
She smirked.

"We could always go Iron Chef tea." Morrigan suggested. Was he watching her???? It was hard to not be caught glancing at him if he was watching her the entire time.

Sallia smirked, as did Aera. "We will fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiind youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu, Saiya-jin!" they sang in little girl voices, giggling. This was too, too much fun.