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With an eerie sort of silence, Galatea landed just behind Soho's shoulder and frowned at the combatants. It was hard to tell but she reckoned they were playing a sport. Was it rugby or football? She could not begin to guess which. Half-shrugging to herself, she reached out and gently touched Soho's shoulder. She really hoped the other juvenile didn't mind her being so free with physical contact.

"You're welcome, Mr. Aleric." Amazingly, the blood feien's voice carried clearly; it was probably the loudest any of them had ever heard her speak before. Then she turned back to study the pom poms. "A cheerleader?" she asked. "I don't know what that is or if I'm suited for it." Her eyes flickered back to the field where the players were again situating themselves for another go. "What are they playing? It looks... Fun," she hazarded a guess. If nothing else, the idea of running and dodging was intriguing.

At his offer, it was as if a lightbulb had gone off inside Galatea; she smiled brightly, a free and warm and glowing expression. Doubly pretty in that it was seen about as often as a blue moon. "I would very much like that, sir," she said and her fingers laced together in front of her in a familiar position of eagerness. "It would be an honor."

She glanced at Soho. "Do you mind, Soho?" she asked. "Would you mind cheering for me, too?"

Galatea nodded solemnly. "I will." Carefully, she stretched her arms above her head and then, blushing a bit at doing so in front of someone other than the Captain, lunged from side to side in order to loosen her legs for running. Then she straightened again and took her position in a graceful crouch opposite Nack. She smiled faintly at him, shy and apologetic. "Okay, Mr. Nick."

With a soft gasp, Galatea pivoted on her outside foot and darted forward towards Nick. Mimicking what she had seen Silva do earlier, she pulled her arms in against her body and doubled her speed. As her shoulder connected fully with the more solid boy, she spared a moment to thank her hours spent apeing the Captain's exercises and practicing with weights.

Anxiously, Galatea hovered over Nick. "Oh, dear," she murmured. "Are you alright, Mr. Nick?" Flushed, she held out a hand to offer assistance.

Galatea's cheeks glowed pink in embarrassed pleasure. Even if they didn't mean it, it was nice to hear such kind things about her. Though she rather thought they -did- mean them. There was no reason for them to lie to her. She rewarded them with a tiny, lop-sided smile and laced her fingers together again, this time behind her back. She rocked up onto the balls of her feet. "Thank you very much," she whispered. Then she abruptly loosened her hands again and trotted back into position on the field, looking to Silva to give her orders.

Meanwhile, another young feien had arrived, perching just out of sight. He narrowed purple eyes, recognizing his target. There. That was the guy who had manhandled Bavaria. Just as big and strong as he remembered. Sure that the older feien was occupied, Brunswick took a moment to study the others - two boys who were definitely -not- feien, another adult male, and two little juvenile females. Cute juvenile females. He grinned to himself. At least that old guy's ugly didn't rub off on his company.

Pushing away from his perch, Brunswick fluttered down to stand beside Soho and graced her with a smile that was suspiciously like one from a romance novel - rogue and rake all the way. "Hello, pretty lady," he beamed. "Please tell me you're not with tall, grey, and gruesome over there."