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He was downright ornery for the most part. Dark circles under his eyes showing that though he slept it wasn't the kind of sleep that allowed rest. Armel could make any real connections, but then he didn't really want talk either at least not at the moment.

The ram-horned elf boy caused just enough chaos at home to allow himself to sneak out unnoticed. Sure someone'd come for him sooner or later, he did leave a note of sorts. He didn't feel right just leaving that wasn't responsible.

Armel walked through Barton ignoring odd looks from adults. When he got to the fountain he stopped and just plopped down there with his back to the grained stone surface and just listened to the water. It was a lucky thing that Barton was a small and fairly easy going town, and not quite so... inhabited.

Today hardly anyone lingered at the fountain, it was a slow day even for this town. Now that he had found a 'resting' spot he just stared at the ground between his feet then his mind began to linger before again settling upon that strange the dream he had. What did it mean? What did it have to do with anything...Did it mean no matter how hard he tried he was bound and doomed to fail? Hot tears welled up in his eyes and he angrily wiped at his eyes with a small growl.

Great. Crying in public. What next?

Armel almost jolted out of his skin at the woman suddenly being next to him. Though amazingly the boy managed to just barely keep his cool and went still for a moment definately trying to dam up his emotions now.

Should be nice. Da says bein' nice t'women is important...But women are so ... girly!

Was she talking to or about him? Was she making the offer of candy to him? He felt her eyes on him. Armel turned his own gaze toward the woman, just barely seeming to glimpse at her.

Ye Gods. She's all sorts o'pink!

Amusement crept slowly into his face now, his sadness forgotten for the moment. He seemed to coyly look away smirking while wiping the tear residue from his face, "Aye, well lil'uns like me should'nuh take candies from strangers. T's a shame." He replied airly and with much wit ... So he felt.

She smiled more when he looked up at her, then blinked when he refused the candy. Her shoulders drooped a little bit, some of her pink bangs falling over an eye "Well, I'm not that strange.... And my name is Chieko Meng Ue. I live near Gambino Isle, my favorite color is not pink, despite what I may look like, it's green, and I love riding my bike all over the place." She grined a bit as she introduced herself. "There, I'm not such a stranger now, hmmm?" She pulled a stick of rock candy out of the bag. It was brillantly blue, looking like chunks of clear crystal clustered on the stick.

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Nalira yawned and muttered incoherent words under her breath as she wandered through Barton. Dark circles had formed under her eyes, signifying that she hadn't slept in days, along with how sluggishly she walked. She screwed her nose up and squinted at the sun as it came into view, bringing her hands together gingerly.

As she walked her mind wandered, lingering on many thoughts before settling on the strange dream she had a few nights ago. Heck, she always had strange dreams, but this was different somehow. But exactly what was different? She just couldn't put her finger on it, not to mention she could hardley remember what had happened.

Letting out an exhasperated sigh, Nalira ignored the impatient pushes and shoves from bypassers, cringing at their mumbled profanities. Sneering, she spat on the ground, then hesitated. She turned around, tilting her head - she knew that voice. She frowned, scratching her ear gently, moving towards the familliar sounds.

She stopped infront of the Fountain, narrowing her eyes and taking a seat on the edge. She swung her feet over the edge idly, sighing and twisting around to dip her hands into the water, still listening intently to the barely audible conversation. Maybe she was imagining things, maybe no one was talking at all. Hesitantly, she looked up, only to see Armel standing with another woman - who wore a hell of a lot of pink - she didn't recognize.

"Armel." Nalira stated a little too happily, automatically moving from the edge of the fountain to greet her friend. She looked from Armel to the unfamilliar woman, raising an eyebrow skeptically. She smiled, giving a polite - if not ignortant - wave, before turning her attention back to Armel.

He scrunched his nose at Chieko's comment, "Smart 'nough t'know better I guess." The boy grinned at the woman and then shook his head, "Naw, I love it at 'ome. M'Da is there an' Tyr. An'..Well, I love m'family, it is just hard t'be alone sometimes. I think I'mma ask Da about gettin' me a sanctuary made when I get home." He paused as he realized how that sounded, "No' that I dinn'ae enjoy meetin' ye Ma'am."

At being asked about his crafting and color preferences combined he shook his head, "Nay! That don' do well if'n ye want ter make original things. Everythin' a man makes in a workshop needs t'be special in someway. Replicas and same colors just suck yer imagination dry sometimes." Armel shrugged, it made enough sense to him.

He sad in silence until he heard his name called by a familiar voice. When he looked toward it he saw .. NALIRA?! He seemed to brighten greatly then, "Nalira!" He replied to her and stood up straight and then his tone wavered toward a concerned note, "Ye doin' okay, Friend?"

Momentary and then he pointed at Chieko, "'Er name is Chieko, she's alright." He fancied himself a good judge of character.