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 Posted: Thu Jan 18, 2007 3:53 pm
Aurora smiled. And carefully passed her Scroll over to the young girl. "Please be care full with it." Her green eyes seemed so calm and understanding. So they will grow up fast though that was different. Pulling out one of her business cards she passed it over to Dr. Smith. "My cell phone and home phone is on there I can be contacted at either one." She then passed one to Guinevere. "you can use it to contact me also,"
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Posted: Thu Jan 18, 2007 7:08 pm
The news that the children born from the scrolls would age faster was welcome news to Cyn, although it didn’t do much to raise her already lacking enthusiasm. This child would just be another mouth to feed, another burden on her time and energy, another thorn in her side – not the spark of joy that many would perceive a child to be. Fishing into her pocket for a scrap of paper and a pen, Cyn wrote down her contact numbers and pushed the sheet toward Dr. Smith. “Any other delightful titbits we should know” the woman asked, unable to hide her sarcasm as she spoke. Standing once more, in preparation to leave, Cyn awaited an answer to her question.
Smiling brightly at Aurora and taking the scroll rather gently for a child of her age, Aya set the canister in her lap and examined it with curious fingers. It was the tough, petrified section over which her hands paused, poking the material curiously; as if she realised that this what made the container different, unique.
“Thankssss” Guinevere replied, taking the card and placing it within her pocket. Turning to Dr. Smith with a furrowed brow, the naga asked – “You sssseeem sssso confident of Nara’ssss return, why?”. She didn’t mean to seem pessimistic, merely trying to be realistic in her thinking. Nara had already been missing for quite some time, and generally the longer someone was missing the worse their odds of being returned unharmed.
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Posted: Thu Jan 18, 2007 9:05 pm
Dr. Smith tucked the numbers away, thinking hard. Almost as if a lightbulb suddenly went on over his head the man snapped his fingers. "Oh yes! They all have... a certain uniqueness about them. Usually having something to do with their scroll. Though I've never seen Nara's so I don't know. She seems to be an exception." He shrugged. "We have classes here for them so you don't really have to worry about trying to handle all those differences." The man chuckled uneasily remembering the first class he taught.
"Ah, Well... None of the children reported anything unusual and they do seem to have a bond of some sort. Nara once said it's like seeing someone you met years and years ago. You forgot their name and everything but there's just something familar about them." He shrugged. "And once he gets something in his head, there's not a lot someone can do. After all-" Dr. Smith stopped suddenly, rethinking what he was about to say. "Er.. that's not my buisness to say.. Well, ladies. If that's all... I'll show you the way out."
With that he took them the short way out, waving pleasantly until they dissapeared from sight.
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