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G_E thought that she understood what Zahar was trying to say. It seemed simple anough, but she couldn't be sure.

She sighed and smiled, unintentially lifting an eyebrow when the girl rolled her eyes.

"That's nice, I guess. I didn't make too great of a guess." She admitted, shrugging.

"I'm fine. A bit bored, though."

Wondering how it might be easier for the pair of them to interact and commincate, G_E closed her eyes for a moment and then opened them again.

"Would you like to play a game? Cherades, perhaps?"

"Painting?" she asked. This was fun, trying to communicate.

"I'm not a very good guesser," G_E confessed, flashing Zahar are small smile.

"Could you give me a hint? Is it a game?"

(( Whee, I hope I don't screw anything up, since I think ya'll are in the clearing still. ninja XD ))


No, wait. Please, Sparkie, stop!

Kenshi hurried after the small orange creature as it bounded across the ground, every so often its dark eyes glancing back to see if he was still chasing it. Oh, was she having fun! The small masqued boy, however, seemed to be having little to no fun at all as he hurried after the Faemouse. His glaive was back resting against the hull of Rhia's ship, and his armor - save for his helmet, which was securely strapped to his head - was sitting on the bed back in her ship as well. He hadn't meant to let the little creature out, and now that it was out he wanted to grab it and take it back before Rhia got angry.

As Sparkie crashed through a bush and into a clearing, Kenshi followed, carefully avoiding plunging through any bushes in his path. As he entered the clearing, his bright eyes caught sight of several people for a split second before he stumbled over the Faemouse, who had stopped to study the people and everything around her. The small, horned creature let out a piercing squeak as Kenshi pin wheeled his arms and flapped his wings before toppling over her; landing flat on his stomach on the ground. He let out a soft groan and slowly rolled into a sitting position, blinking a few times and gently rubbing his left knee.

Sparkie's small ears perked and she hopped into his lap, an innocent smile on her face as she nuzzled her head against his chest. The samurai smiled behind his masque and gently patted the creature, both for a moment forgetting that they weren't the only ones in the clearing. You certainly can run fast, little one, but we should be heading back soon.

Kenshi jolted slightly as Io spoke to him, craning his neck to look up at her as she neared. The Faemouse in his lap blinked her eyes and perked her ears before hopping from his lap onto the ground. She immediately planted her nose to the floor and started scurrying around Io, sniffing at her feet.

Hello, Io, it is good to see you again. He smiled slightly at Sparkie's actions and stood up, brushing off the seat of his pants and noting - not the for the first time - how... short he was. He glanced past Io to where some bonfires had been ignited, but more importantly, where a group of people were loosely gathered.

I... would not want to interrupt anything. His brows drew together for a moment as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other, his uncertainty painfully obvious. After a moment he inhaled deeply through his nose and queried, May I ask what is being cooked? It smells very good.

Kenshi blinked and watched Io run over to a table and then return with what appeared to be flowers strung onto a string. At first he recoiled from the lei as Io tried to place it over his head, but he stopped himself and allowed her to slip it over his helmet.

Thank you, He said, not exactly sure if he wanted the lei or not, but not wanting to be rude. It was a party after all, and if he was going to stay (no matter how long or short a time) he might as well fit in as best he could. With that thought he looked over to the people scattered around the bonfires, as a novice diver might look into shark infested waters.

Who all is at this party? He asked slowly, kneeling for a moment to pick up Sparkie as she squeaked up at him.

Kenshi noted the change in Io's voice, but said nothing of it. He didn't want to pry, and since he didn't really know anyone here he didn't want to start hearing about them from someone else, at least not before he met them.

You should be getting back to the party soon. He commented softly, his hand absently stroking the orange creature in his arms. Perhaps I will stay for a little while.

*he skulks in silently and sticks to the very edges, sliping from shadow to shadow, glanceing around at the others with a small amount of angst. he looked at the others around and did not really know any of them. he didnt even know why he'd come. he hated gatherings like this. always made him uber uncomfortable. he crouches down on the floor in a corner watching the otheres and the masks with intrest*

*he sat hunched there pretty much out of view watching the the mask with his head down fallowing after his pet. he looked nervous. that was someone he could connect with as far as parties were concerned*