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Kivay opened her eyes just slightly before screaming, "More booze!!!"

This of course got the attention of everyone in the bar. The two had already made quite a show out of themselves, so everyone was alert. Kivay simply looked up at Kagai and laughed once more, "Hahaha! Pink herrr!"

"Raaooowwrr!!!" Right now, Kagai looked like a big, pink scoop of icecream to her, and she was very tempted to lick him to find out what flavor he was. Then she emitted a low growl, quickly changing the mood of the conversation...if they even had one going, "Yush~I need thoo go home..."

Kivay pointed to the sky, "Thar big melon! Different moon~"

She waved her hand, "I hash shtuff thoo do har pharst...can't...leave yeth."

She squirmed in Kagai's hold, trying to get away. Then, she just transformed into her dragon form and stood on the ground, towering over him. She clumsily floated off the ground and the tip of her tail slapped Kagai's face as she moved through the air like a balloon that someone had lost. It was difficult to determine whether to be fearful of the drunk dragon, or to take it as a hysterical moment.

Kivay landed on top of one of the buildings where she released a loud roar that slowly turned into one giant yawn and a tiny hiccup. She flopped down on the roof, with her tail dangling off one end and her head hanging down on the other side of the building. There were those who couldn't help but allow their curiosity get the best of them, and then they approached her with little fear, wondering what to do with her.

((awww...no more pink hair? lol xD ))

Of course, Kivay had no clue that there were now people tying her down. They still couldn't come up with a proper consensus, but it seemed to lean towards having Kivay sealed up for safety measures. There wasn't anyone there who had the skill to perform the ritual, and thus a few were sent out to go in search of someone who could. There were others though, who wanted to kill her instead, arguing against the ones who wanted to seal her. All Kivay did was snore a bit as she continued sleeping.

Pazia walked through the town like she normally did when she was aggravated or need a break or was just going home. Today at her clinic a patient had come in with his leg broken, he had been dared to jump off a wall. His mother told her that the child said the wall was only a few feet high, but Pazia knew better. Its not the first time she had seen a child tell dear old mom a lie.
Sighing she passed through town until coming to her home, the clinic was not at her house. She rather keeping humans at the clinic and taking on other cases her at her home. Turning she decided it would be better not to go home just yet. Looking around and checking no one was around she ran to where she knew a calming place, the cliff.
She saw a man and one of the guardian spirits, not wish in interrupt she head in the opposite direction toward the other statue, sitting near it and shutting her eyes, Pazia allowed her self to relax. Pazia had started coming here a few years ago when stress got to her.

"This is where i normally find you so its the first place i look. ha i forgot how good sake tastes though i don't have enough to get stupid" Kagai said with a smile

He then turned and placed a hand on rebellion's hilt the large elvin sword didn't budge under the small amount of weight place on it.

"I am old wolf i feel as warn as this sword that was forged from my fang. I have watched three generations of your bloodline come into this world and two leaving this plan of existence... physically anyway. You and they other wolf or dead by all means i should be dead as well i was defeated but fate has its own plan. Do you know how hard it is to find a mate? I'm not exactly social. The relationships i have been in have all failed one ending in death. Everything that gets close to me dies it might be why i distance myself from this place from Miiro and his family. What is your advice?" Kagai said the alcohol made it easy to just say what he was thinking.

Kagai ran his thumb over rebellion's blade the sword was not as dull as he first thought though it was weathered and lightly rusted in sections his craftsmanship seemed to have sustained the claymore.