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Ligeia paused for a moment to look down at one of his bare hands, looking over his dark nails that were the same color as the talons on his feet and he gave his feet a flex before he set to fiddling with his pencil, chewing on the end of it in thought.



Ligeia tapped his pencil against the journal page he was working on then gave a little sigh, he wasn't the best at fighting so being able to patch up those that did fight would be a helpful thing right? Thomas had once said that they weren't children anymore, they were soldiers in training and all soldiers needed a medic, "I want to be able to help." He murmured to nobody in particular though he got a crooning answer from Vorel who was lounging nearby.

The owl child slid off his seat with his journal and pencil, moving over to sit by Vorel and leaned against him, smiling, "I will do my best." He said, then set to writing again, mostly musings about the First Aid class, about if he should see about a class for dragon specific first aid, and what he thought that he should wear on his next date with Chath, along with anything else random that came to mind that he wanted to think harder on.

When he had a couple of pages filled he closed the book and let his eyes close, relaxing against Vorel, "Your comfortable." He said, giving a little giggle when Vorel nipped at him for the comment.

"Saying I am getting fat?" The Frost Dragon complained, making a face at him then grinned and tried to hold back a dragon version of a laugh.

"Naw, just comfy. Maybe cause you feel cool to the touch? The summer is far to warm, I can't wait for cooler weather." Best thing about being a Snowy Owl was the fact that no matter if it were winter or not he could wear whatever he wanted since the cold didn't effect him, the down side being the opposite, the heat got to him if he didn't stay cool. Made him love tank tops and shorts/skirts that much more.

"Can always go swimming." Vorel suggested, nothing better then soaking in nice cool water. Well nothing better then that aside from using his cold breath to make it that much cooler, even freezing some of the water so that there was ice floating around in the water.

Ligeia nodded, "That sounds like a nice idea." He said, hopping up to his feet then went to find something to swim in while Vorel got up, stretching out all over. He sat back on his haunches and waited patiently for the owl to get ready.

Water Wars: Part 1

It wasn't that he was an oblvious person, normally he would have easily noticed the large gathering crowds and he would have been rather curious as to what was going on. Normally he would have followed after one of the groups to see what was up but today wasn't exactly a normal day for him was it? No, it was him getting out and about in an attempt to get out of the rut he'd fallen into. He gave a bit of a smile as Vorel touched down and he slid down off of his back, stretching out all over. He had come into Durem via a dragon ride in hopes of getting his hair trimmed, maybe get the remaining black that clung to the edges of it removed. Changing ones appearance was a good way of changing their mood he'd figured out, change of hair, new cloths, and maybe he would be feeling like his old self again?

"Its kinda strange how much I have changed since I was little." He said, catching his reflection in the glass window of one of the store fronts. He turned from side to side and then tilted his head to the side. His hair had faded from black to white, his feet had gotten all fluffy, his wings and tail were larger while he himself seemed to have stayed on the smaller side. He was rather short wasn't he? It was the most obvious when he was standing with Chath, Chath was younger then he was but taller by quite a bit, "I need to get some taller shoes, those sorts with the nice, thick soles then I can at least pretend to be tall."

Vorel looked over at him then seemed to be grinning a bit, leaned over to n** at his boy's hair and gave it a playful little tug. He didn't know whether or not shoes were needed, so what? So his boy was on the short side, Vorel knew that he himself wasn't going to be a large dragon himself compared to some of the others so they were a perfect pair of shorties. He sat down and looked around, watching the people as they went by.

"Go Durem! Woo!" There was a cry out to the side from one of the many people and it was then echoed by a bunch of the others that were gathered. This seemed to finally catch Ligeia's attention and he turned to look at the people and really see what they were dressed in. Men and women, boys and girls all decked out in their summer gear, shorts and swimsuits all of them in the colors of red and black. He tilted his head to the, curiously. He looked over at Vorel and the dragon gave a bit of a shrug seeming to have as much of an understanding as his owl did about what was going on, that amount being little.

Then suddenly he was being pegged by a wave of waterballons that all burst upon hitting him and his dragon. Both of them jumped a good foot, looking around in confusion beforethey spotted a small group wearing white and black checker patterned shirts running off away from them, laughing, "Take that Durem losers!" One yelled back as they fled.

Vorel gave a growling sound, rising to his feet but Ligeia lifted a hand to lay it against his cool, glass like scales, "No, I think they were just playing since its just water." He said, brushing at his damp hair before digging into his pocket to get a ribbon out, tying his hair back and out of his face, "though I do wonder whats going on. Maybe we should keep going to the salon and maybe we won't get hit with anymore water?"

The Frost dragon shook off then gave a nod of agreement, "I guess." He said, wanting to at least get to chase after those that had attacked his boy but gave in and followed after him. It seemed like an interesting game, throwing water. It was the same as splashing around in the pool back at D-corp. Maybe his owl should stay here, should play here, and it may help him to get back into a happy mood? He just had to get him to join the game, right? He was at a bit of a loss on how to do that though, how did one get a teenager to play?

He looked around a moment then reached his tail out, snatching up bucket of water that was sitting under a pump and with a flick of his tail the contents were emptied on Ligeia. The owl was still for a moment before giving a shreik of surprise, spinning around to look up at his dragon before he gave a flap of his wings, trying to pounce on him. He wrapped his arms around the dragon's long neck and held on tight as Vorel took to the air, flapping his wings in his attempt to 'escape'. Not that he was trying to hard as he didn't want to risk hurting his owl.

"Hey! No wasting water we are working on hard pumping that to beat the other teams!" A woman called up at them, snatching up the bucket before she looked the pair over and pointed, "Go that way. You need to register if your going to join the games!"

Ligeia and Vorel looked in the direction she was pointing before both nodded, "Sorry! We will do that!" Ligeia called, letting go of Vorel and fluttered in the air in front of him, "We should go check it out, see whats going on and then see if we want to sign up for it." He turned and flapped in the direction they were told to go in and Vorel followed after, grinning and dragon's smile. It had worked! His owl was thinking of playing and was smiling a bit. Excellent!

Visitor for the One Armed Newt: Ligeia goes to visit with Chath in the hospital.

Orpheus tapped his pen against the paper as he thought on what he'd written. Having to get a call about going to see Ligeia in the hospital had to be one of the hardest things to ever hear. He had dropped all he was doing to go to his son, seeing him all bandaged up... he gave a shake of his head trying to clear it. Ligeia was alright, he would heal in time but the owl did seem a bit out of it of late. On top of that he never complained about his injuries, about his pain. He said that he was lucky only to get some broken bones, that he couldn't complain because Chath had been hurt far worse. Orpheus wondered if the owl somehow blamed himself for it though that didn't make sense.

What else didn't make sense was Ter, he was all for blaming the newt for Ligeia getting hurt. The way the snake saw it had Ligeia not jumped in to help Chath he would be fine. Orpheus made a mental note not to allow the snake boy the chance to ever tell the newt that. He doubted that being in the condition he was in that Chath needed anyone yelling at him about such things.

The red head starred down at the paper a moment more, he should probably write more but at the moment he really didn't feel like expression his emotions on paper... he closed the journal and shoved it into the drawer of his desk, tossed the pen onto the desk and rose to his feet, "Come on you two, I think we should go out for dinner tonight."

Ligeia and Ter both looked over at Orpheus with wide, pleased eyes. They loved the times they got to eat out cause that meant their father wasn't cooking...

Ter was instantly rising to his feet, holding a hand out to Geia and helped him up much to the surprise of both the owl and their father, both shook off the surprised feeling and the trio was soon getting ready to head out.

Orpheus looked over at Vorel and Baroness, "Behave while we are out and I will bring you two back some. Deal?"

The wyvern looked at the frost dragon, they exchanged a long stare before both finally nodded. They supposed for a surprise prize they could put up with each other for a short time.

When a gift showed up to be absent under the corp's tree that year, the local kindergarden teacher had gone into a panic, and soon the boss of the company was calling in favors to pull out a suprise gift on Christmas day.

But to everyone else, the true result would be unknown, and under the tree was a brightly decorated, large and heavy box. Little snowflakes hung from the ribbon tied to it, and inside was a huge suprise. A very new, shiney, and fancy sewing machine. With all of the new bits and bobs, and special do-dads that practically did all the work for you.
A 20 dollar gift certificate to the local fabric store was settled neatly atop it.

A Gift from Alora



Ligeia was excited to find another gift from an unexpected source. Alora had sent him the cutest little stuffed owl and not just any owl but one like him. He looked it over before giving the plushy a little hug, "Isn't it cute?" He said to his dragon, holding it out so that he could look.

Vorel sniffed at it then snagged it from his boy's hands with his teeth. He was careful not to harm the item as he played keep away with Ligeia, almost laughing in amusement as the owl jumped up to try to get it back. Each time Ligeia got close he would move his head then laugh a bit. When the owl was exhausted but giggling he finally gave it back, pleased.

Vorel had made it his prerogative to make his boy smile no matter what it took.

"Ahh, you got slobber on it." Ligeia said, giving his dragon a playful shove before wiping off the dampness on the stuffed owl best that he could before sitting it in the hammock that he slept in, "I think we should make something for Alora to thank her for the nice gift what do you think?"

It would give him something to do with the new sewing machine he'd gotten from his Secret Santa and he a nice way to thank Alora.

Vorel sat down, laying his head on the bed and seemed to be thinking on it, "Hmm... maybe... nice dress, like princess?" He suggested the first thing to come to mind.

"A dress? Hmm... be a bit more complicated then anything I've ever made but Earako did show me all those really nice books at that store. She's made dresses from them so if we followed those patterns." The owl trailed off as he sank into thought, plotting and planning. Vorel had come up with a great idea and now he just had to do the follow through work.

Vorel smiled when his owl seemed to like the idea, then as Ligeia went to thinking he turned his attention to playing with the stuffed owl once more.

Bad Dreams

He was sitting on the very edge of the D-Corp building looking down towards the ground below. A smile spread over his lips as he saw something down there that was a bright orange color. The one person that he really wanted to talk to but had been unable to catch up with of late. If he hurried he could catch him before he went inside! Without thinking stood up and then hopped off of the edge of the building so that he could go down to land next to his friend, as soon as he jumped though he knew something was wrong. His wing wasn't cooperating and he felt as if he were falling faster then normal... the bright orange that was Chath was gone all of a sudden, no where to be found and even Vorel wasn't there. Where was everyone? He flapped his wings rapidly and only ended up losing a shower of feathers but gained no altitude. The ground below got closer and closer and closer... and then he hit...

Ligeia woke up with an ear splitting and very owl like shreik, finding himself laying in a heap under his hammock...

Vorel was at his side in an instant to nuzzle against him then set to looking him over with worry in his big, blue eyes, "Ligeia? Are you alright?"

"I... I don't know..." He admitted, lifting his hands up to wrap them around the dragon who helped him up to his shaking legs.

A moment later his door opened to reveal his father and brother both of them having been alerted to his distress by the sound he'd made. Ter opted to stay at the door and watch the proceedings while their father walked in and over to Ligeia, "Are you alright?" He asked, his words mirroring what his dragon had asked him.

Ligeia looked quite unsure before he stepped closer and wrapped his arms around his father tightly, not saying anything because everything that was bothering him he didn't want to bring up. Especially not to his father who while he loved dearly still worked for D-corp. He wondered if his short comings would be made known to those in charge if he said them outloud to someone that was employeed by them?

"B-Bad dream." He murmured, drawing back and looked up at his father. He should be able to trust him enough to tell him but instead gave him a shaky smile, "Just a bad dream I'm sorry to have woke you."

Vorel didn't look as if he believed his owl at all, sitting down he watched him through half closed eyes the realized something that shocked the Frost dragon. His boy was lying... to his father even. Why didn't the red head notice?

"Its alright, I'm your Father right? I'm supposed to be woken up if you need me." He said, ruffling the boy's already sleep tousled hair, "Its still rather early so you should try to get some more sleep if you can."

"I'll try, thank you." He said, smoothing a hand over his pajamas to get rid of the wrinklings caused by his fall.

Orpheus gave him a smile then turned to go, "If you need anything call for me ok?" He said as he headed out the door wondering if he should press for details about the bad dream but since Ligeia said he was fine he didn't want to push. If his son needed him surely he would come to him even though he was a teenager now. No matter Geia's age he was still Orpheus's son.

Ter watched their father go before looking back at Ligeia, "No more scaring me out of sleep." He hissed, flicking his tongue out at his brother before leaving the room. The snake pulled the door closed until there was just a crack and then leaned back against the wall next to it to listen. He knew that something was wrong with the owl and while he knew Ligeia wouldn't talk to him he also knew he would talk to Vorel if he thought nobody else was listening in.

When his father and brother were both gone the owl gave a little, sighing sound, "I'm not all that tired anymore, you wanna go for a walk with me?" He asked of his dragon figuring that his dragon may actually enjoy an early morning walk. The two of them were made more for wandering around when it was darker so it would be more comfortable for them.

Vorel watched him closely then said, "You lied to Orpheus."

"I don't want him to know or to worry, its just a few fears I need to get over is all." He said as he walked over to his dresser getting out something wear and set to changing.

"Fears...? Ah! The magic thing?" Vorel asked, following his boy almost to the point of crowding him.

"Yes, the magic thing. There is the problem with my wing too. I haven't flow since I broke it and now..." He lifted his hand to touch it, "Now I am scared that I can't. What if I can't fly again?" If he couldn't use magic, if he couldn't fly... then what was he? They were the two things he'd always enjoyed the most in life.

Vorel leaned over to give Ligeia a n**, "I will be your wings." He said simply then gave him a sharp toothed smile, "Fresh air will make you feel better."

"Yeah, lets go." He said, turned to lead the way. Neither noticed Ter peeking out of his room from across the hall watching them as they left the apartment.

New Years: A Celebration at D-Corp.