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Coailiann nodded her head, "Thank you, but gods, if someone tells me that one more time I swear I will pull my hair out..." Sorry for her loss? Well, it wasn't much of a loss. She was close with her sister, yes, but something was not right. She could sense it and something was not right. For some reason she didn't think her sister was dead.

Not that she'd spout something crazy like that out at her funeral. That'd just be...disrespectful.

The teenager pulled away from Armel and took a deep, slow breath again. Wings gave a flutter behind her and she looked over him, "You got older since the last time I saw you." Well, she did too...Obviously.

Kay wasn't so much agitated as she was...perplexed. Something was playing with her mind and seeing Malum cry had pretty much opened the floodgates and...It was a bit confusing. Something just wasn't right and that was all there was to it.

"My, don't you have a tongue on you," she said softly, eyeing the pre-teen with a semi-critical eye. Hm. Thankfully it was a funeral and she was, more or less, herself instead of forcing herself to flirt mercilessly.

"Thank you, Armel. You don't look so bad yourself." she finally decided on, crossing her arms over her chest, "Got a girlfriend yet, eh?" A smirk touched her lips. Oh make him blush again!

Kay was so, so amused. It was enough to bring a genuine smile to her lips despite the fact it was her own sister's funeral and the funeral of two that she still blamed herself for. Mmm. Making boys blush was fun - that was one aspect that she'd never get tired of.

"Oh? Tell me about her, Melly. Is she pretty? What's her name? What do you like about her? Does she like you too? Spill, Melly, Spill." Coailiann looked around for a moment, making sure nobody needed her, and immediately flopped unceremoniously onto the grass in her black dress. Most...inappropriate for the setting, of course, but the teen didn't like to stay sad for long. She wouldn't allow it.

Success!! Victory was here and it was grand. He looked so cute all flustered. However, when he started putting himself down (or at least that's what it seemed like in Kay's eyes) all merriment stopped and she pursed her lips, arms moving to cross over her chest.

"Now, Armel. You need to have more confidence! No female is going to want to touch you if you don't have more confidence in yourself. Repeat after me: I am wonderful and Khalindra would be lucky to have me! Go on, say it." A fair brow arched as she looked at him hard, green eyes glittering. Ahh, it was amusing for her to be teaching confidence when she had to push herself to have it in the first place.

"So what's she like, anyway?" she said after a moment, curious.

The invitation to the funeral had come as quite a surprise. Not only did Bantu not recognize the names on the invitation, but she was also not used to this burying of people. It wasn't that she hadn't been to funerals, it was just that in her tribe funerals where quite a bit different. Bodies were burned and returned to the earth as ashes, and after a brief mourning period then the shaman would lead the tribe in a jovial dance. Such was the Bonecrusher way. But she was no longer ion her ancestral homelands, and so she had to adjust to this foreign ceremony as best she could. Her assistant, the jackal Mwelewa, had informed her that it was traditional to wear black to these Gaian funerals, and that one must look somber and grieving. Bantu had done her best to fit the model. Dressed in a neat black shirt and a long black skirt, the effect was only ruined by the bone jewelry she had refused to remove. They were hers, given to her for her various deed of courage or honor, and she would not take them out just to go to a funeral.

Bantu gave her hair a quick check in her pocket mirror – Mwelewa had tried his best to make her hair need but the hyena ruff would not be tamed – before turning her attention to the crowd that had gathered for the funeral. A crowd, but not a large one. Still, Bantu would be on the look out. She knew a few thieves who would use a funeral to get their hands on expensive items. Not that she ever hired them, but she knew them nonetheless. A soft pat to her chest assured her that her rat stick was still there. She had hung the strange stick there not only because she didn't want to carry it, but because it made it easier to keep an eye on it. It was hard to miss its weight against her chest.

Her ears twitched as she moved through the people towards the seats, amber eyes cataloguing each person she passed. There was an element of magic in the air here, something she had not felt since the passing of the tribe's shaman many seasons ago. As Bantu shuffled to find a seat, she accidentally bumped into a strange teen with black skin. "Samahani, ni kosa langu," she replied automatically in her native tongue, so focused on her surroundings that she had forgotten where she was.

Zasalamel's sharp purple gaze shot towards Ianna as she started walking closer to him, his gaze boldly on her form as she walked closer. Apparently his trip to the underdark gave him some guts...or perhaps his wounds made him so protective of his body he would willingly stare any gender down to make sure he wasn't harmed further. Either or, really. Despite this though, the big teen shifted uncomfortably when she stopped infront of him and addressed him.

"Hello." He said quickly but not rudely, his accent still as thick as ever. Even though his gaze was on her, and even though he had returned her greeting...he still didn't reach out to take her offered hand. He just couldn't. Instead, he made a very slight and very awkward bow, one in which he tried to hide a wince of pain. God damn those side wounds! The conversation had been directed away from him, and he was only happy to lapse into silence to gaze about the room; oh, he recognized some of the people. Like Kay, like Oak and Oak's guardian...and, however briefly, he wondered who, of the people here and aside from himself, Yashi and Thae, would have shown up specifically for his beloved Ilhar.

His thoughts were distracted however, when someone bumped into him. The big teen gave a little hiss of pain. "Kyorl ol!" He shot back, reverting to his own native tongue, Undercommon, the instant his ears heard a language that was not english. After all, his tongue had been taught to speak english when spoken to in english...meaning he wasn't liable for speaking to someone in Undercommon when they clearly hadn't spoken english to him in the first place. Then, the tall Drow physically turned to see who it was that hit him. It was...a bone woman? He was quick to right himself, offering her an apologetic look for his snark.

The elf's ears quickly picked up on the undercommon language. Sending a sharp jolt of fear through his body. The voice was carried by a drow.
Zah..

Kyo turned his head slowly and stared at the boy then returned his gaze back towards the fountain and Oak, but the boy of wood had disappeared.
"Oak?" Kyo quickly jumped up out of his seat and grazed his vision across the room looking for the boy. Until his eyes returned to Zah. Oak had already made his way over.

Oak stood quietly next to Zah a baffled look on his face as he then looked over to Ianna and who ever else was around. Then all of a sudden he burst out loud.
"Why is your skin so dark, but your ears look like Kyo's?"

Zasalamel wasn't sure who to look at. There was the bone lady, looking at him like he might pounce on her while asking him a rather odd question...and there was a child he assumed to be Oak, who was staring at him...and there was Thae in the foreground, nonchalantly sniffing people as she walked by to discover in between and gaia dwellers...and then, of course, there was Yashima, leaning against him. Naturally, Yashima's vocal question mimicked his mental one.

Lion? He'd seen a lion on TV once. They were golden coloured with a brownish mane, or so he recalled. He turned his attention down to his own body; his skin was obsidian and his hair was, however unruly and messy it continued to be, pure white. Lion? Hardly. The only similarity between himself and a Lion was the messy mane of hair (though his was by far longer...but thats only if one counted the two tightly braided rattails coming out of the much shorter main...mane); though he assumed his prowess for the hunt could be considered Lion-like...but still!

"Lion? Am not li---" He was cut off by Oak's rather loud question. Poor Zah's expression turned from baffled to utterly confused as he turned his attention to the toddler near him. Generally, Zasalamel was the hermit type who seemed to keep to himself...so these two new people, excluding Yashima's attention (for he was used to the fox being around him), was more "human" interaction than he was used to. Though it was only two people, he didn't know where to start. After a brief mental battle, he decided to try and answer both at the same time, to get it out of the way and go back into his peaceful, ignored silence. The tall teenager slowly let go of Yashima's hand to loosely gesture while he spoke; it had become a habit to talk with his hands, no matter how much his still-healing arms protested.

"Um...Am Drow. Drow is Dark Elf from underground...so...Am not lion and am not of surface elf like Kyo." The muscled teen paused, raising his burning eyes to the ceiling; the lights hurt right now. After blinking rapidly a few times he brought his gaze to the floor, closing his eyes tightly. "Ahh...about 'yowl'...what is word...in--jared...nau...injured! Am injured. Hurt...am healing though. Bump scuffed torso wounds." Zah tried to explain in his disjointed and heavilly accented english, which was worse than normal due to his confusion and overall flustered demeanor; too many people trying to get his attention and too many weird questions.

Clearly uncomfortable with the entire situation, the Drow cast a helpless glance towards Yashima.