Faunet: "It has been quite some time since a human was here...are there more of you running around, or are you all alone?"

GingerNut: She giggled. "Oh yes s.." Realizing such things were as far from lady-like as all-get-out she stopped and. once again, blushed bright red. "W..what I mean to say is she is strict, in a most staunch way, but I guess it's for my best...I suppose." She fidgeted with the lace on her sleeve. "So you don't have anywhere to live? Not even a boarding house or apartment? That's very sad..does it make you sad, not having a home?" Lynnett realized many of the other 'finer' sorts were giving them both disapproving glances, but she didn't care. It's not his fault he's unfortunate, some just get dealt a poor hand is all. She thought to herself.

Shenkkazoo: Indeed it did seem humans had lived in The Ruins, there were other traces of their long-gone presence. Shelves, some still intact carried jars of fruit and jams, most assuredly gone bad. The whispering crew clearer and more defined, and once asleep Meila could even make out the occasional word. "Oh my dear...precious perfect...Lynnett. Nono that's fine...I don't...mind... The voice seemed content to mutter away to itself, oblivious to your presence.

Nuevapaz: That's ok, you can always just read the ones that are going on already

He glared at the staring people and looked back at her. "No, I'm pretty sure she's just a prick. The kinda person who would take out her miserable life on her daughter for her own sadist purposes." he grinned reassuringly a her when she mentioned his lack of a home.
"I'm used to it, in a way it's kinda fun. Ya have to be on the bright side, y'know?"

More of a lone dragon she smiled and whistled outside Eyota roared visciously

Faunet: "Dragon...eh" It sounds almost like he is struggling to remember what that is exactly. Finally he lets out a small, rather malicious cackle. "Oh I bet those insufferable gods aren't pleased about that...tell me, little human, dragon companion, thing, are they still around, the 'gods' I mean?"

GingerNut: Looking quite pleased with herself indeed, Lynnett set about loading her bag with books. "All evidence to the contrary Jergens, you are a most interesting fellow. As for my parents, they don't seem to be around to stop me at the moment! Besides, I would love to hear some of your adventurous experiences, if you would humor me of course." Pulling on her jacket she tugged her dress back into order and once pleased with her appearance set off towards the underground that connected the library and the market down the street. "Amazingly handy this place, you can get from one place to the other without having to get wet on a day like today!"

If he had known that, Jergens would have been down there in the first place. Oh well, not like he could change anything now. "If that's how you see it, then sure. I still think I'd be a bit boring to ya, but okay." it WAS okay indeed, because there was food involved. Where there was free food, there was Jergens. The underground wasn't exactly the nicest looking place, it was dimly lit and crowded with people getting out of the rain. It made him feel a bit claustrophobic.

There are other dragons here you know that right?

Faunet: "Really? Well that's odd. I take it they've eaten all the deer then?" He sounds..oddly hopeful at this prospect.

GingerHut: "These cinnamon buns are delightful, here, try one." Lynnett picked out another from the vendors tray and held it out to Jergens on a little slip of brown paper. "Still warm too, we're quite lucky." At an impatient cough from the old lady vendor, Lynnett fumbled in her purse for a moment and dropped a half-penny into her waiting hand. "There you are good lady."

GingerNut: Lynnett smiled, quite pleased with her contribution. "Hm...well you must have had some excitement, living as you have. She nibbles her bun daintily. What sort of adventures have you had?" This girl's knowledge of street life was obviously garnered from novels, rather than harsh reality.

No they haven't Sheba said sounding cross

Another growl erupted outside here they eat wolves and fish but they do most of their hunting outside of this forest

Why would you like the others to be dead she questioned?

So what...grudge do hold or rather what is your reason behind your thoughts>

I guess so she chuckled actually most people in my race disgust me she murmered.

I supose to you it is but why are you here are you restrained to this place

So you prefer dark dreary places instead of the outside world. Don't get me wrong Im just curious, but you know that already.

Ravyn walks slowly.
Very slowly, and without destination.
Here, deep and secluded within The Birch and stifled by the heat, she takes her time, trying all her best to waste the time.
Besides the buzzing of cicadas and distant moos of the others, everything seemed as dull as it did the day before except for a peculiar noise not too far away... Was it humming?
She wasted no time in making her way over.

As Ravyn stood upon Red Hill, she could make out just in the distance a doe, comfortably sitting and humming to herself within the shade of the Poppy Patch.
She stooped, crouched ever so feline-like, and quietly made her way over...

Ravynn: Swaying gently along with the poppies she has her eyes closed, entirely lost in her thoughts. Under her breath, more speaking than singing, she coos reassuringly. As she is alone, this lyrical display seems to be for her own enjoyment. The doe takes no notice of you at all, ears flopped loosely against her neck. She could almost be asleep.

Faunet: The voice makes no response to this, and you get the feeling he is bored by you.

Faunet: It's been a while since I used them, but aren't you doing those stairs wrong? The voice does not seem angry, nor does he seem frustrated. Of course, his tone shows no regard for Sheba's pain either. "Well, at least you've got your lizard to save you."

Sheba grimaces in pain possibly so.

Eyota digs for a way to get to Sheba since he is a bit to big to come in the entrence

its the only way he can get to me and he can see in the dark

Mm... No.

Despite such a dark appearance, Ravyn's voice is quite musical and feminine.

She blinks curiously, observing, and seats herself facing the doe that seems to be swaying to a beat of her own.

...Have you?



Sorry for the short reply. :/

Don't call him a hound she said offended She called Eyota with her mind and calmed him down.Now will you guide me out of here?

Useless she thought as she walked out greeted by eyota.As soon as she was out side she mumbled a spell a her arm was healed.A low rumble came from Eyota clearly pleased that Sheba was alright


However Eyota was less than happy with the voice. Can you not show yourself Eyota asked

Eyota snarled as Sheba tried to coax him.Peasant he mumbled before spitting fire

He has a bit of a temper Sheba admitted,as Eyota snorted