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Kadryn was rather weird-ed out.. How could Maslin not be a Dovaa? He had the horns, the scales, the coloring... though his orange coloring was more Orderite than Dovaa, there were blonde Dovaa's so why not a pale orange?
".. Not a Dovaa? What do you mean? You... look like one?" Kadryn asked hesitantly; she had seen his mood sour a bit as she had been nattering on at him, had she offended him? Maybe he was easily offended? What a curious person! Kadryn really wanted to know how one could look like a Dovaa and yet not be one....
Then she saw Eanah slip towards her and nod at her. There was a taller Oblivionite behind her; guess Eanah really is a lady! After all, she talked so elegantly, wore dresses (all of the two times Kadryn had met seen her) and had a body guard... that tall Oblivionite was a body guard right?

"Eanah!" Kadryn waved and grinned at the quiet Oblivionite. Hmm, I might have to go grab more snacks, Kadryn thought.

Just then Kadryn saw a tall cloaked figure stalk behind Eanah. Cmpletely cloaked, it was impossible to tell what race the figure was. It caught Kadryn's eye for a second; no one else was that bundled up. But she quickly brought her attention back to Maslin and Eanah, she had people to talk to and entertain, so no chasing after mysterious bundled up persons!

"Hello Kadryn," Eanah began. She stopped as far away from the pair as she could while still seeming sociable and folded her hands in front of her, directing her attention toward the other boy. "Hello." She was almost certain she had heard Kadryn say something about this pale child not being a Dovaa, and at first she felt a bit threatened at the thought of making nice with two Orderites instead of just one, at least until she got a good look at him. Horns. If he wasn't a Dovaa, there was only one other thing he could be. A hybrid. An abomination.

Suddenly her present company seemed a great deal more interesting. Eanah's empty eyes grew slightly wider and she took a half step forward, only temporarily ceasing her staring when Leyn put a warning hand on her shoulder. This was no Oblivionite halfling, thankfully. That fact was the only thing keeping her from assaulting the boy with a barrage of personal and rather insulting questions. She unconsciously moved closer again, straining for a better look, and when her tutor pulled her away this time, the back of her head smacked against his sternum and her arms whipped forward as she fought to pull away. Somehow, her flailing still managed to look kind of elegant. Eanah huffed faintly, casting a look of disgust up at the older boy.

"This is Leyn. He helps me with my training." She didn't need to add that she found him very annoying sometimes.

Maslin had nodded in response to the oblivionite girl's hello, his mouth at the time being occupied by another bite of baked good. Had she been there his mother would have had fits about his manners but the young boy doubted the other children cared. He wasn't quite sure what to make of her.. mentor's refusal to let her come close. On one hand the fair haired hybrid was sure his presence caused it, on the other Eanah wasn't being stopped from talking to him so that was something. Still,Leyn wasn't getting a polite head nod unless he made some gesture first.

Kadryn he could imagine having a paint fight, she seemed that sort of girl, all energy and excitement and spontaneous ideas. how she had roped Eanah into such a thing Maslin had no clue. Maybe.. maybe she was just odd and she could make people do things they normally didn't. That was probably it , he determined as the girl's uncle made a brief reappearance with more edibles and an attempt to save him from interrogation.

Maslin sighed a little as he prepared to answer the question anyways. Kadryn probably wouldn't let it rest and it looked like Eanah had him figured out anyways. At least he thought so, oblivionite's were so hard for him to read.

" I look like a Dovaa because my father was one. I'm not a dovaa because my mother is an orderite. No you can't see my wings." The last part was added because on the odd occasion his peers didn't start taunting him or edging away uncomfortably they got uncomfortably close and wanted to touch his wings to see if he felt different. It was weird and made him feel like some sort of animal they were poking and prodding at. As he aged this became even more awkward and his body shyness became more intense.

Having been invited to take a seat, Eanah was in the process of doing so when a second boy showed up, this one a shining example of what Eanah had assumed all of his kind were like before she had met Kadryn. She remained on her feet, her emotionless gaze fixed on this bright Orderite as he stammered over the hybrid. Couldn't help but overhear. Peh. So entitled. So rude.

"He speaks and breathes and eats just like you," Eanah muttered, spine straightening. She couldn't even begin to imagine the sorts of questions this interfering Cináed would ask. Whatever they were, she knew hers would have been much better.

The Oblivionite very deliberately turned to Leyn and the pastry he held for her. She trusted the food as little as she did the company, but surely he would know if the bun had poison inside.

Kadryn was a bit taken back. Maslin acted like being part Dovaa and part Orderite was a bad thing... and why would she ask to see his wings?
"Wings are wings and come in all different shapes and sizes, why would I ask to see yours?" She tilted her head to the side; "That'd be too rude. You aren't an animal on display..."
It occurred to her then that the elegant and pretty Orderite at the knife throwing booth might be like Maslin. Could the cool eyes and black bat wings mean that the man was an Oblivionite hybrid? Interesting!
Then a red haired Orderite that Kadryn had never seen before came fluttering in. Kinda random that, but who was she to complain? She'd butted into others conversations before....
Kadryn was about to ask another question but saw the new boy, Cinead was going to take over the interrogation of Maslin. Which might be good, that way any question that offended Maslin wouldn't come from her! Though she hoped Cinead wouldn't irritate Maslin too much, Kadryn didn't have to many friends that she wanted too risk losing a potential buddy as interesting as Maslin.
Deciding that she'd put Maslin in the spot long enough, she turned to Eanah instead and asked, "Hey, you came to Serenia a while back, does that mean I can travel to Soudul? Cause seeing your home would be an interesting trip! Hmm, I might have to do that!" Kadryns eyes lit up at the thought of a new unexplored land just waiting for her to visit.

The breath curled out of Rosetta's nose when she woke, like he smoke out of a dragon's snout. The fire must have gone out sometime that night. She blinked away the sleep in her golden eyes and stretched out her limbs under the warm paradise of her covers. She sat up, pulling the covers around her as she glanced around the cottage.

Her eyes passed over the shelves lined with her fathers' notes, scrolls and scripts. They grazed over the aged wooden desk, her mothers' sketches, drawings, and calligraphy spread across its worn surface. They lingered on her little nook, which was littered with sprigs, cogs, nuts and bolts, remnants from her latest project which hung on the wall proudly.

Rosetta smiled happily and sprung from her bed, ignoring the sting from the cold, and leaped to her window. She pressed her face against the glass, taking in the freshly fallen snow. Her breath fogged up the glass and she had to wipe the condensation off of the window. It was then that she noticed the neatly rolled scroll that was tacked under the windowsill.

Intrigued, Rosetta built a quaint little fire to come back to, slipped on her boots, and rushed outside. She couldn't help the gasp that escaped her lips when the frigid air hit her skin. Her wings aided her quest, pushing her the rest of the way around the cottage to the window. She reached out and snatched the scroll and fled the cold to the flickering fire and welcoming covers.

Rosetta threw a couple handfuls of kindling on the fire, set a kettle over the flames, and placed the scroll on the kitchen table. She could hardly wait to open it, but tried to contain herself until she had a decent breakfast. After a trip to the pantry, Rose had a roll on a plate and a half-full jar of honey.

She poured herself a cup of tea and bit into her roll, breaking the seal to the scroll. A quick trip to the pantry yielded a roll and a jar of honey. After her tea was poured, her pastry was covered in honey, and her prayers were offered, Rose broke the seal of the scroll and took a bite of her breakfast. Her amber eyes widened as she got further down the curling parchment.

A winter festival! What a splendid idea! It would be a bit of a trek to the lake, but she was too excited about it to really mind. She had planned to spend the day doing chores and studying, but now visions of ice-skating, merchant booths, cafe tables, and ice sculpture-carving filled her mind. And once she finished her tea, Rosetta, garbed in her traveling cloak, brushed away her bed head, scrubbed away her morning breath, grabbed her bag of coins, and locked up the cottage.

The journey through the snow-covered woods seemed to pass by much quicker when she was thinking of what she would do first. The soft crunching of the snow under her boots and the occasional rustle of her wings readjusting on her back were the only sounds that disturbed the crisp silence that blanketed her walk. With her mind elsewhere, she walked and walked until she caught some if the delicious smells drifting toward her. She hurried to clear through the woods.

A gasp escaped her when she caught sight of all of the people that were gathered around the lake. And there were lots of different races there, just like the scroll had mentioned. And no one was fighting! Rosetta drifted through the crowd, looking at all of the booths she passed by, until she came across the lake itself.

The beautiful glittering surface of the lake was dotted with other people skating atop it. She quickly decided she wanted to take part in that first, that the other things could wait. Rose paid the fare for a pair of skates and tied them tightly, stepping onto the ice.

Her favorite activity growing up was skating, and she only got to do it this time of year. She had gotten progressively better at it, and now it came to her as easily as breathing. She glided across the ice gracefully, circling around with the others. Soon her skates were carving twisting patterns in the lake surface that involved lifting her skates and moving them closer together then farther apart. Rosetta was content just watching the people skate around her.

Eanah took a bite of the pastry Leyn handed her, frowning as she chewed, but not because of the taste. She had said her piece, and while she was no longer content with a good percentage of the company she kept, she had promised not to fight here today and she would keep that promise. She waited until she had swallowed before answering Kadryn, her voice low and clipped when she finally did.

"Yes. You may visit Soudul whenever you choose as far as I know. As long as there is nothing more... personal... keeping you away." She glanced furtively at the adults bustling around the booth. Sure, they had given her food and seemed genial enough, but perhaps they were strict about keeping the girl away from people they deemed riff-raff. "The dockside towns are home to all sorts of people. No one would look at you twice until you moved in toward the middle of the continent." She had experienced something similar on Serenia and Ayr as well. Those sorts of cities were bustling and dirty; a mess. She supposed that way of living was exciting for someone, but she preferred the quiet.

Eanah tried very hard to ignore the hybrid's completely inane comment, taking another bite of her food instead, staring at the steam that billowed from it as if it was the most interesting steam she had ever seen. The more she thought about what Maslin had said, the more it irked her. She didn't think about relationships very often, but she did know that she had no intention of ever displaying the sort of weakness that would get her into one, and even if she was someday coerced into feeling such emotions, they would not be directed at some Orderite. She would never betray her people so thoroughly.

With a shake of her head, the girl placed her food back on its plate. It was time to go.