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Sitting at the table in the dining room, Isi hunched his shoulders over a small pile of trinkets and crafts. A spool of string was nearby and Isi was weaving it into a complex shape. It was a regular Thursday morning, with Isi at home and up early in the morning to tend to his various activities and endeavors. Today he was making something, but that something had no form. It was just a sprawled mess of beads, string, rocks, feathers, sticks and silverware. If anyone would have spoken to the crippled boy, they would've heard an uncaring grunt of acknowledgment. The fog welled outside the window behind Isi's back. Not only was it a Thrusday morning, but it was an autumn morning, cold and crisp and with a twilight haze sort of feel. Moisture hung heavy in the air, but there was no threatening black cloud of rain. It was simply overcast and thick and dreary.

Eiry was up to his own tricks again, floating from room to room and acquiring certain things that would help in his new quest for mischief. Isi didn't pay any mind to the raevan, for he was sure that he wasn't up to anything TOO terrible. Unbeknown to the rest of the Delaran home, he was almost done filling up Rivener's bedroom doorway with various books collected from around the house. Where he had gotten the idea, no one would ever know.

Once, Eiry chuckled in a ghastly fashion to himself as he slid another book into the shrinking gap.

Isi hardly moved his head up to glance at his brother as he entered the downstairs area dressed for training. There was a part of Isi that was jealous of Aphi being able to get out and exercise with a community of people who held similar interests. He wanted to be able to do that too, hop down the stairwell without crutches in snug loose-fitting sweats and go out to enjoy the weather at a tranquil jog. He had a quick momentary day dream of himself strolling out onto the deck, taking a deep breath of the foggy morning air before turning his head over his shoulder to Aphi, beckoning him forward, and starting on a planned jog around the land. They would jog down the length of the border fences, to the split willow tree, and then to up along the string, into the field, and then to the backyard where they would debate whether to make another round or stop in the house. This fleeting dream only caused the pang of jealousy to clutch deeper in Isi's gut. Isi could still attempt to admire the weather, but hobbling wasn't nearly the same thing as jogging with a friend.

Quite used to this chronic feeling of longing, Isi dismissed the jealousy and carefully put away the weaving string that he had done. Now he had to get the frame ready, so he began bending sticks into shape and tying them tightly together with bits of twine and hot glue and strips of leather.

When Aphi had questioned him, Isi had taken several moments to grumble a off-handed reply, "Making something to help me sleep."

As soon as he had heard the footsteps jogging down the stairs, Eiry gave a worried gulp and he snapped his hands away from Rivener's 5/6 filled doorway and folded them casually behind his back. Aphi passed by without a second glance and greeted him hello and Eiry gave an innocent echo of his morning greeting. As soon as Aphi's head bobbed down the last flight of steps, Eiry breathed in relief, "That was a close one".

With the sense of danger peaking his sense of excitement, Eiry turned back to filling the hole. He was almost done!

Headlights cut through the veil of fog that enveloped the Delaran home as a lavender colored car made its slow approach. Actually, it wasn't so much slow as it was inching, creeping really. Eyes the same color as the substance they were trying so desperately to look through, Ebony mumbled quietly to herself as she tightly clutched her steering wheel. Silent prayers that she'd not go careening off some sort of edge or hit something or worse, someone. Afterall, she was not the most graceful of drivers, but she figured it would cost her a few less calls and time driving herself out there every week. Obviously she thought wrong, but Ebony was prideful and had something to prove. Thus on she drove at the most careful speed of 5 miles per hour.

A sigh of relief when the fog thinned somewhat and allowed her to finally make out Aphismet's home in the distance. More brave now, Ebony's foot pressed down the gas and reached the house in mere moments. She gave the horn a couple of honks to alert the residences of her arrival before popping the trunk and getting out.

Aph had been about to set off when he heard the car horn, and Isi's call. He shrugged and walked back in. "I guess I'll run after," he said with a grin to his brother.

He jogged to the front door and opened it, stepping onto the porch and waving at Ebony. "Hey there, wasn't too hard to get here in the fog, was it? It does that a lot this time of year." Aph joined his teacher near the car, waiting to see if she needed help bringing anything in, seeing as she had her car trunk open.

Upstairs, Riv's baffled expression had slowly morphed into an angry frown. Why Eiry always felt he had to antagonize him...

A car honk, and suddenly said antagonist was clutching Riv for dear life. The scorpion blinked a few times before grinning maliciously. "Ya wanna pick on me, do you?" He reached down with both arms and head-locked his brother, playfully twisting now that he had him in his grasp. If it weren't for the car, he'd never have caught the ghostly Frei. "I'm gonna feed you to the television!" Riv threatened, starting to drag Eiry towards the stairs, presumably to make their way into the living room where the hungry tv set waited.

Isi harrumphed and tensed his shoulders tighter. He wasn't in the mood for visitors, but who was he to complain? Aphi had all the right to invite his friends over and have activities here. Isi just had to keep himself entertained like he did every other day or do chores. He could be doing his own school work, but he had no heart and no appetite to digest it. Isi sighed heavily and growled as one of the sticks he was using snapped in twain.

Clutching tightly to his brother, Eiry had barely enough time to force out a startled squeak as Aphi rolled him in his arms and caught his neck in a brotherly headlock. The wispy frei gave a weak shout and started to squirm wildly, his wispy foxfire wings flickering in distress.

"BROTHER! Stop! It was just a trick!" the ghostly frei pleaded, using all of his strength to push his arms against his brother. No matter how much he tried, he couldn't break free from Riv's grasp. However, when Rivener mentioned the television, Eiry's struggling increased by ten-fold and he began to shriek hysterically in a way that chilled anyone who heard it. It sounded like practiced screaming that director's would insert into horror movies.

"NOOO!!! AUGHHHH!!!"

His attempt to laugh at her rather unfortunate, yet highly amusing moment wouldn't have been registered by her. Nope, not at all as a ghastly sort of cry came from within the other's home then. Ebony didn't scream or gasp or anything one would normally do when in the presence of such a sound. All she did was raise a slender brow in question towards the house wondering what was going on to warrant such a response. But soon even that small distraction was pushed from her mind as her attention refocused on her so called 'pupil' and the bag she'd brought along.

Ebony smirked as she took the runaway produce he'd offered her and placed them back in the bag. "Tomatoe training? Hmm, really hadn't crossed my mind, but now that you mention it..." That smile morphed into a devilish laugh before she put Aphismet's worst fears to rest. "No no, nothing of that sort. So don't worry that pretty little white head of yours. No, with winter just right around the corner, I needed to finish harvesting my garden. It's usually just me and I couldn't possibly eat all this food by myself even if I did dehydrate some of it." Making sure the bag was absolutely tightened shut to stave off another 'prison break', Ebony handed the bag over to Aphismet. "And since I didn't want any of it to go to waste, I figured a chief as yourself could find better and much more creative ways of using it. Sorry its so heavy. Guess I over compensated."

Aphismet simply winced at the wail, knowing all too well who it was. Either the car horn had scared Eiry, or Rivener was picking on him. Seeing as Ebony hadn't seemed too disturbed by it, Aphismet didn't offer an explanation. Instead he smiled warmly at the present.

"Fresh garden vegetables! Wow, thank you, Ebony. Food always tastes best when prepared with home-grown stuff; I'll make us something extra delicious today, then. Here, let's bring it inside and then we can get to work." He led the way to the house, pushing the screen door open with his hips and heading for the kitchen. While passing the dining hall, he grinned at Isi. "Hey, we got some vegetables! Ebony, you remember my brother Isikoro?" he added with a nod to the purple-haired woman.

Rivener crossed his arms and sighed. "No, Eiry, I'm not going to block the stairwell. First of all, it's really pointless. Next, if Isi or Aphi (most likely Isi) climbs up and the book wall shakes, it could crumble down on them and make them fall down the stairs, injuring them badly. Thirdly, it WILL make a hellish mess and I'm not going to help you clean it up THEN, under the pretense that since I helped you make the wall, I am partly responsible for the mess." He nodded curtly once, narrowing his eyes at the ghostly Frei. "Why the hell are you making walls out of books anyway?"