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Elsewhere in the realm of Gambino was a boy, a boy with metal crutches fixed on his arms and he stood at the corner of a street, glancing both ways as the cars flitted by. He was on his way to the bus stop to pick up his Sigel who had resorted to the public transit in order to go into the city and get to his job as a librarian in the Grand Library of Durem. It was a regular routine by now, or at least, the physical getting there was. Everything else, however, was always new, always different, something that Isi didn't take kindly to. He scowled at the road, growled at the sky, and leveled his gaze at any car that passed him by. There was never a time that he was in a good mood to pick up his Sigel and that was probably due to the fact that Eiry had a perchance of constantly making things interesting, which meant constantly making things terrible for young Isikoro Delaran. He waited at the edge of the street, watching as another car veered down the lane, obviously not paying attention to the pedestrians on the side of the road that wanted to pass.

It was at that same moment that he caught sight of his raevan leaving the side of the road. He stepped forward, his eyes focused on Isi and a pile of books in his arms, and subsequently stepped right in the way of the oncoming car that Isi had spotted earlier. Isi's voice caught in his throat, he choked and tried to throw up his arm but the weight of his crutches kept him from moving too fast. Eiry stepped right into the path of the vehicle, just seconds before it slammed into his body and sent his books flying over the metal roof. Isi stopped breathing for a moment.

The minty green body fell underneath the tires and disappeared, but all it took was a few seconds for the will o wisp's body to tumble out from behind, rolling into a heap of arms and spluttering wings and eventually into the gutter where the body came to a sloppy stop. The Sigel's wings spluttered for a moment, gasped for life, and then extinguished.

Isi, further up the road, choked on his breath, and struggled to kick his legs into movement, but they failed to respond. He stumbled, stared and tried to cry out his raven's name.

"EIRDIRSCEOL!"

Isikoro had made his way to the side of his crumpled raevan, immediately taking stock of the situation in a way that he wasn't able to do before he acquired his frustrating charge. Should anything, ANYTHING, at all happen in the Delaran household that was either tragic, bothersome, or odd, he had learned to look upon it first with suspicion, his grey eyes swinging back and forth for clues as to what REALLY happened. Nothing was ever so simple with his raevan, and he had learned to doubt everything. This, though, was either a blessing or a curse, and Isi had yet to find out which. However, in this case, it was the former, because his twisting gut and fluttering heart were able to relax when he noticed that there was no dirt on his sigel.

He turned his attention to the poor woman kneeling besie the crumpled raevan, no longer giving his charge any form of recognition. He freed his hand from on of his crutches, putting his weight on one so he could reach out to rub the woman's shoulders and squeeze in comfort. "No, no, Miss, it's alright, really. You weren't going that fast at all. You were absolutely fine, you did nothing wrong. The most startling thing must have been the books, but there's nothing to worry about, trust me," he said. Soon, though, he realized that without any real proof to the true nature of this situation, he must sound like a complete cynic. He cleared his throat and then used his crutch, while keeping himself steady with the woman's shoulder, to poke roughly at his raevan's body. He was solid again, that much was certain. Isi jabbed the rubber stopper against Eiry's back and raised his voice. "Hey there, you thoughtless jerk, you can stop acting now. You're giving this poor lady a heart attack! Not to mention myself! Stop with the ******** acting and show this lady that you're alright! I can't believe you. Out of all your ******** pranks this one was the worst! I'm very ashamed of you, Eirdirsceol."

The first sign of life from the minty raevan was the splutter of flame on his back, which brightened a bit in response to Isi' s heckling. Then there was a shift, a mutter, and Eiry flexed his fingers, pushing against the ground.

That's when Isi realized that there was something wrong. Eiry's first response, when he had been caught, was usually to start cackling and giggling, to playfully squeeze Isi's cheeks and comment about the look on his face, which apparently was even funnier than the last time. He would have rolled over, holding his newly formed stomach, which was always recieving a work out from the times that Eiry made himself laugh. Eiry wasn't doing that this time. He was pushing himself up gingerly, trying to steady his breath. Isi felt his stomach drop again, this time for real, when he realized that his doubt was misplaced.

"Eiry!" he shouted again, this time dropping to his week knees to help his raevan, "Eiry, I thought you were just pulling a prank! What happened? Eiry are you alright?"

"To be full heart-honest with you," said the wispy raevan with a bit of a chuckle as he set himself up from the ground, "I was trying to pull a prank...But I intended only to pass through their car, not actually be hit by it." Eirdirsceol sat himself up, leaning against the curve of the street. There was no dirt on him, save for the little on his front from having laid down in the gutter, but there was a little cut on his forehead. His clothes, a collection of Edwardian casual wear, were in a disarray, and his red rimmed reading glasses were askew on his face. He looked down at his hands, one of which was sporting another cut, a little swollen.

"God dammit," swore the boy again, this time hitting Eiry's shoulder. "I thought you had gone intangible and just rolled under the car for theatrics! What happened? You shouldn't have been hit at all!"

"I did not anticipate that I wouldn't have enough energy to make intangible the whole of me and the books as well. I managed everything but up to my wrists, which were hit, which surprised me, and I dropped the books onto the car in order to spare the energy for my hands, and then I rolled under. That was quite the surprise! I did not mean for that to happen as it did. I only meant to be the cold spirit passing through, nothing more." Eiry turned his attention to Alex, giving her an earnest apologetic look, his lips still turned up in a calm smile, "Forgive me, it was not within the sights of my intention to make you think that you had hit and killed someone! It was entirely my fault. I did not mean to make you cry, or so scared for another's life! My most sincerest apologies."

"Regardless," Isi growled at his charge, "That was a shitty thing to do! You're going to be in big trouble when we get home, Sir ********> Then, the boy turned to Anita, trying to look as earnest as possible while also looking extremely irritated at his raevan. Spotting the tears on the lady's face, he immediately started digging in his pockets, pulling out a plastic wrapped pack of tissue for her to take, while also taking one out and dabbing at her face, "I'm so sorry. We owe you lunch, or dinner, or something, for the trouble we've caused. Take these, but seriously, this brat of a raevan of mine is going to be fine. I'm still so sorry about this, I thought after he grew into a sigel, he would grow some sense as well, but I seem to be mistaken."

Then, as an after thought, Eiry caught the sight of another wiggling body in the car. It was a frei, also lookiing scared and panic-stricken. Quietly, Eiry muttered in wide-eyed wonder, "You're a raevan owner too..."

Seeing just how affected the girl was by this traumatic joke, Isi furrowed his frown all the deeper upon his face and jostled his raevan again, shoving at him gently. He was so flustered, so angry and so worried and relieved all at once. He scolded his raevan some more. "You can be a real p***k sometimes, Eiry. You better figure out a way to make it up to her. You're lucky that books can't do much damage to a car, otherwise you would be paying repairs out of your own pocket!" he said to Eiry before he turned again to the woman, who was now, just beginning to click in his head as someone vaguely familiar. It wasn't until Eiry noticed that she was a raevan guardian as well that it struck him. He looked to her with a new light, and swallowed loudly, "I've seen you before, sometimes at events at Lab 305, right? I should know who you are, I file most of the paperwork at the Lab as a part time job. I'm Isikoro Etul Delaran, by the way, and this lumphead is my raevan, Eirdirsceol. Call him Eiry, though, it's much less of a mouthful."

"A pleasure."

"Now, you're polite," sneered Isi and he rolled his eyes.

Eiry was pushing himself together, reorganizing his clothes upon his body and checking himself over. He nodded at the woman when he discovered that all was well with himself. He showed her his arms to prove his point. His wrists were swelling a bit, the one with the cut more than the other, but it didn't seem like it was impeding him from using his hands at all. "Only scratches and maybe a few bruises, my lady, nothing more. There is nothing to fret about here. You, though, you...You're quite shaken. Are you alright? Do you need anything?" he looked to Isi, hoping that he would have something to immediately help her, but the boy was already digging into his backpack. He pulled out a water bottle and held it out for her.

"I'll look after her," said Isi, making sure that they were well off the road first and close to the curb. Luckily they were in a relatively unused street, so they wouldn't have to worry for much. Making sure that the young woman took the bottle, Isi sat himself down before her as he waved his raevan away, "Clean up your mess for now, Eiry. You've dropped your books all over the place."

Eiry nodded, floating upwards from the ground before he noticed the other raevan's crocodile stare. He was unblinking, like a predator in the water. Smiling weakly at him, Eiry nodded his head before he started wandering about the road, picking up books with both his hands and his telekinesis. The young frei was staring at him so intensely.