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Faras contemplates the slightly cryptic statement for a moment before shurgging, glancing around the room to see what was so shocking, from the looks on Kemuri's face.

Lind poked his head out from amidst the tangle of feathers, fur, and limbs on the couch, peering at his guest. He was acting oddly...Was he not feeling well?

"is the hectic life better than a calm family life?" he asked Faras. the other creatures were like nothing to him now, they were all subconciously blocked out... he smiled at the young Lind and poked his face lightly "how's the little viking Lind now?" he said looking away from Faras even before he got an answer for his question.

he laughed a bit as his finger touched Lind's soft skin. it must have been wonderful as a child, still un experienced, wandering and still pure of heart. he glanced back at Faras with a smile as he awaited his answer.

"Wee~eell...both have their good and bad sides..." Faras mused, "so I guess they'd be about equal..."

Lind puffed his cheeks out and poked Kemuri back, before giggling and rolling on his back. "Gooooh'!" he respopnded, flashing a thumbs-up sign



"Oh, Rose..ah.." Faras glanced around, as if expecting her to suddenly pop into the room. "No idea."

Lind made a noise somewhere in the neighborhood of "Fbbt!" at the head rubbing, but decided to let it pass. The vikings took their revenge seriously.
Oh yes. They do not waste it on petty things like head-pattings!

Kemuri chuckled as Lind made the strange noise at the head pat. he looked around the rom once more. then he asked. "call me rude if i may, but how do you shove so many people into one room?" he asked. there were dragons and people and other feathery, furry, or fleshy things in the room. he looked back at the older winged boy named Faras with a wondering look as he awaited his answer.

"Eblows!" Lind said cheerfully, making an example of a nearby pillow.

"Very carefully." Faras added, moving his head out of the way of the Herald's flailing arms.

Kemuri giggled as the young Lind made a happy comment to his question. he smiled at Faras as he had said the two words, 'very carefully'.

"what if theres a fire and everybody has to get out of the building?" he asked in a curious tone. "would everybody squish their way out?"

Faras thought for a moment before responding. "Oh, we'd most definatly burn," he said cheerfully.

Lind followed the conversation, slightly lost. But hey, burning! Explosions!

With that happy thought in mind, he mimed something falling from the sky, and hitting the ground with a loud 'BOOOHMMSHHHH~' noise added for the effect.

Kemuri giggled as Lind made the cute boomy sounds.

"well, i'd better get going now. farewell Lind. Farewell Faras. It's been a nice chat with you all. i'll just show myself to the door." he said as he headed for the door.

With a chorus of 'Good-byes!' and "Seeya!"s, the room waved to Kemuri as he left.
Even Hateya managed a tiny wave before returning to her inner musings.
Amazing.

Lind sat at the edge of the porch, legs dangling over the edge. With a sigh, he glanced at the front door when he heard it open. Subo stepped out on the porch, hands on her hips.

"Hun, you really need to clean your room."

Well. Well. That was certainly unexpected! His room WAS clean! There was a path from the door to the bed and everything. Really, was she expecting miracles or something? Lind looked up at his guardian with a (hopefully) blank, cute look that would drive thoughts of cleaning out of her mind. But, either from having too much experience with children, or just being in a slightly irritable mood, Lind's attempt at charming failed miserably.

"Googogogo!" She exclaimed, picking him up and setting him in the doorway. With a gentle shove on his back, she sent him walking (read: sulking) down the hallway to his room. With a sigh, he stared at the door which was slightly opened.

Well, it was now or never. Squaring his shoulders, he pushed open the door and wriggled through the opening. It didn't really open all the way. With a sigh, he plopped down where he stood and began to sort through the things within arm reach.

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A few hours later he had managed to work his way through a third of the junk. How he had managed to get all of it baffled him. Half of the stuff he only vaguely remembered! Though he did find some things that went missing awhile ago. And, he had discovered that the mess started to BOTHER him. He wasn't quite sure how, or why, but it did.

That was very strange.

But he supposed it was good. It would keep Subo off of his back in the future, if anything else. With renewed vigor, he set to work, and managed to get everything (relatively) organized in a (relatively) short period of time.

And now he had more space. Which lent itself to several ideas.....

The Storm Breaks

And several things of importance happen.

Teenage Rebellion
Right. Most of them were gone. This is good. Lind kicked his sandals off on the porch and slowly opened the front door, bare feet making little noise on the floor as he cautiously entered the house. He peered into rooms as he passed them, a bit of his anxiety leaving as each one proved to be empty. His room was only a few feet away when a voice broke the air of stillness he had tried to create.

Damn.

"And where are you sneaking to?" Damndamndamndamn. Of course it HAD to be Hateya. ALkfsdnflskdnfd. Augh. Not good.

"I'm uh....room." Oh yeah. Not suspicious at allll. Way to go, Lind.

"Yeahuh, you're up to someth-...." she trailed off in the middle of her sentance, eyes narrowing as she stared at his face. s**t. "What is that on your face?"

"I...uh....nothing?" Just digging himself into a deeper hole, that's all.

"Did you....You pierced your eyebrow?"

"Uhmm....Igottagobye." He attempted to edge past her to go back outside, but she blocked his way. Auuuuuuuuuuugh. NOT. GOOOD. Abort! Abort!

"AND your lip? Oohohohohoho, you are soooo dead."

"Not if you don't tell anyone." he mumbled, stuffing his hands into his pockets and hunching his shoulders. Yeah. Like that was going to happen.

"...Soooooo dead." she repeated before walking upstairs with an unnatural bounce in her step.


.....damn.

Noise, so much noise. The air was filled with it, each heartbeat bringing another wave of it, overwhelming his senses. Wind whipped through his hair as he flew, sending streamers of white flashing around his head.

There is no time.

He stood from his crouching position, observing the chaos below him. Feet slowly stepped forwards until bare toes curled around the edge of the cliff. His message. It needed to be delivered. They were down there somewhere, waiting to hear it.

The steps he had taken forwards were reversed, ignoring the rocks and grit that bit into the soles of his feet. He had a job to do. Wings unfurled behind him, twitching eagerly to start their flight.

And so he ran.

The ground disappeared beneath him, wings snapping open and catching the wind as he plummeted, allowing him to pull up before he hit the ground. The noise was worse down here, almost disorienting. But that can't affect him.

Because he was almost there.

Blue eyes scanned the crowd before locking on to a single person who was looking up at him in shock.

"There is no time." His voice cut through the din of the crowd, echoing hollowly as if it was coming from somewhere far away. "They are coming."

The wind began to blow him back, seeming to go straight through him once his message had been delivered. "There is no time..."

And he was gone. The only thing left remaining was a singly white feather drifting through the air. And the feeling of cold, wet stone under him...

Lind sat up with a jolt, struggling to strip the clingy and suffocating sheets off of him. That was...he shuddered,one hand moving up to rub at his eyes.

Not very nice. He had woken up covered in a cold sweat, and knowing that he didn't want to go back to sleep again. A quick glance at the clock confirmed the way too early hour of the morning, though he could already hear someone moving around the house. Another glance showed the sky lightening slightly, not quite dawn, but not dark, either.

The room seemed stifling, and he seemed to crave the feeling of the wind, so, without a second thought, he stumbled out of bed and towards the window, opening it slowly (as to not make any noise), and stuck his head out. A few deep gulps of fresh air seemed to quiet the bits of hysteria from the dream, but didn't dispel it completely.

So, clearly the obvious choice was to hoist himself through the window, clad only in his pajama pants, and go take a walk in the pre-dawn quiet of the backyard. He simply let his mind wander, letting his feet guide the way, and not really paying attention where he was going. The backyard slowly transitioned to forest, and the path he took was one that was eerily familiar, though one he could never remember taking.

As he stepped into a clearing, the feeling of familiarity grew. A grey stone slab sat in the middle of the clearing, one that was slowly being reclaimed by the forest. Memories slowly began to awaken in the back of his head as he approached it, memories of a storm, wetness, and cold, cold stone.

Well, this was turning out to be a strange, strange day. And it had barely started yet. He stayed at the stone for a while later, simply sitting and watching and thinking.

Although there was still a nagging feeling in the back of his mind. So he was off again, to a spot he frequented as a kid, a pool in the forest surrounded by rocks. He quickly clambered up to the tallest rock, standing at the very edge and staring down at the still water below him. He backed up a few steps.

And then ran. And leaped. Wings snapped open, catching the breeze, allowing him to glide a short distance. a few flaps let him circle back, and that was where his back muscles said "screw it, no."

A loud splash reverberated through the forest.

He would have to work on that.

Essupi!

The meaning of which is terribly unclear.

Life is Really Simple

But jerks will still be jerks.