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Colche beamed brightly and nodded vigerously though there was a slight shy look in those big blue eyes as she spoke "Josh great" she puurred happily just the thought of the giraffe man that was her tutor made ehr rather shiverry, though what it was that made her that way was ratehr confusing.

Coming out of her own little dream world she beamed at Pyroth "party?" her ears perked happily, she loved parties, at one point parties were scary but things had changed and now she could be around big groups of people without being frightened. the cheetah in her hadn't infact introverted her as it might have, instead it had made her more willing to be around otehrs to be pet and spoken to. The little cheetah girl's perfect blue eyes danced happily as Awen spoke of the party "chocolate cake!" she quipped her tongue clicking in a very human like manner though it was swiftly followed by that deep fruity puurr. "I likes partys" she smiled her ears fluttering happily as she contemplated going to a party and seeing everyone again.

Awen chuckled softly and nodded. "Well it seems like a good plan anyway. I'll slip a note under the door of your duplex if I don't find you, okay Pyroth?"

The manta rolled her shoulders and glanced over her shoulder. She should probably be getting back to the village soon. Her stomach growled loudly and she looked back to the others with a small laugh.

"I should be heading out. Gotta grab some food for my belly and all."

The manta slipped into the water and paused. "Colche, I'll leave a note for you too to tell you when the party is. Please be sure to bring Josh along, huh? I'd like to meet this learny-man of yours."

"Well... I'm off then." She waved to her two old friends and dove back into the cool waters.

Pyroth nodded to Awen's question "That'd be great" and then watched as she effortlessly vanished into the waters. It would be interesting to see what she saw down there below the surface of the water, a place he had never been and could never really hope to go.

He turned his attention from the water to Colche, very surprised that she remembered his little story, a story he'd been told as a child. "You remember that?" he asked incredulously. "My family used to love stories, tales about the animals and the spirits of the land." Old stories they clung to simply because they always had. His short sighted grandmother would probably have just assumed he was following the old traditions in his current form and donning the skin of his totem animal. The thought made him smirk, if his totem animal was coyote, the trickster than Moreau must have been a shaman in disguise guessing so well.

"I could tell you some of the sillier ones sometime."

She could do it... This was a war she was going to win! Emerwyn's confidence had been building over the past day. Something odd had happened after she had spoken to Joli. When she coughed up that phlegm, and saw that the blood was fading, a strange feeling came over her. Though she was still heavily ill, Emerwyn felt that a new tide was turning.
She should not be mourning the fact that Jerrick was alive!
She should be rejoicing!
And now, thoughts and plots were starting to form in her mind. She realized that though he was indeed alive, no one knew where he was!
And she may be the only one who could figure it out at this point. The books were back in New York, this was true, but she knew them so well. She could piece the puzzle together herself.

She ran along the river that day, letting the warm air caress her face. Her eyes closed, and words swam across her mind. Emerwyn hadn't felt this way in a long time. This was what she'd done so much in her 'human days.' It was what she was made for. Interperating the written word. Every word held a secret - in where it was placed among the endless stream of sentences, how it was written, when... and then she would figure out why.
These thoughts preoccupied her so that her deer-senses failed to pick up the very large animal trudging through the water. It wasn't until she opened her eyes that she saw it, and she stopped short in her tracks.

What in the world was it? It was so large... and what was it wearing? Was it some pet of the doctors?
Emerwyn's heart raced as she tried to place just what was so familiar about this big 'dog.'

The light of recognition came to Emerwyn's eyes.
It was Pyroth.
It was astounding, and frightening. He was almost unidentifiable from a complete animal. But, there was something about his face, they way it moved, and the look in his eyes. Those were the strongest things. The things that made him still human.
And then, came a bolt of fear. Were they all bound to look just like that? And, was Pyroth even done? Was there one more needle awaiting him that would turn him completely animal?
Emerwyn did her best to shake this off to speak with her friend. Because, even though he had tried to kill her - on two occasions - she considered him a friend. It was not his fault.
She smiled at recognizing him and said, "Pyroth. Trust me, you are forgiven. You must excuse me - I did not recognize you right away."

Emerwyn was comfortable now, the screaming deer being shoved into the back of her mind. She sat down, as well, curling her legs to the side.
It was at least a small comfort to Emerwyn that Pyroth was done. They would still retain the ability to speak, and think, for the most part, like a person.
Emerwyn nodded somberly in agreement.
"At least the physical pain is over."
But there was still the feeling, now complete, that there really was no going back.

Emerwyn was now played at by a strange mixed feeling. So, she was not meant to turn out the way Pyroth did. But, the fact that a mistake like that was made, made her nervous. What other things could go wrong? Ian's leg came to her mind.

And, the fact that he could run fast - well, Emerwyn hoped, maybe he would always have this control over himself. At least when she was near.

It was a common formality to ask this, and being away from civilization didn't seem to have changed this. Emerwyn wouldn't have minded much, but her usual response was rapidly growing dry.
"Worse for wear, I do admit. However, I feel a great change in the air."
And this was adequate, and this was true.