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Kira tensed lightly, surprised when she was suddenly lifted and settled down on his back. Though, she guessed she should've expected that. She wrapped her legs around him, and her arms loosely around his neck so she wouldn't choke him, and then gave a nervous nod that she was ready.

And suddenly they were off. She felt her stomach drop from the strange new feeling, and tightened her grip just a little, though still not enough to choke him. She had shut her eyes at first, but soon forced them back open as she stared around, then carefully took the weapons from him and held them securely.

A short while later, and she was tugged off of him again, then slowly lowered to the ground. She felt her feet touch and wobbled slightly, but quickly regained her balance. "Gah!" she cried suddenly, a grin upon her face. "I wish I could fly!"

Shiro peered up at her from her pocket, a smirk upon his canine face. He couldn't make her fly, but he could let her hover and pretend she was. However, that was still a secret and he wasn't about to reveal it now. When she started handing Mitoko his weapons, Shiro instanly jumped out, barking to get her attention. What do you think you're doing? he demanded. Just hang on to them!

Kira paused, hearing the dog's voice ringing through her head. She looked at the weapons she held, then to Mitoko, and handed them over anyway. It's fine, she assured the dog, thinking back to him. If he tries anything, you can blame me.

Won't be able to blame you if you're dead, Shiro mumbled irritably, and Kira gave him a light pat on the head, feeling a little guilty. Slowly, she turned to face Calla. "S-so are we ready?" she asked uncertainly.

Mitoko took his weapons from Kira and put them on unceremoniously as if he thought he wouldn't need them during the trip. He hit the button on the comlink and told his ship the prepare for launch and to take off when the Kiah did. He paced the cargo hold and looked back at Kira. He walked over to her with a smile as he tied his cloak to the hilts of his swords.

"So did you enjoy the short trip?" he asked softly. He wanted to be sure he hadn't scared her. He'd done everything he could at every moment of his existence not to scare anyone. He didn't want anyone to know he was Lélek. People have always persecuted his kind no matter how nice they where.

"So where are we headed?" he asked anyone

Silence. Either the com had been turned off or Calla wasn't inclined to share where Kiah Come and company were headed.

Ophelia frowned lightly, crooking her arm experimentally. Paying no attention to Mitoko or Kira, she curled her fingers. Her clothing twisted and morphed- it was actually a part of her, rather than actual material- and produced a feathery texture, gradually growing to about six inches long. For once, she smiled. The raven haired girl was pleased with her first try, though her arm was far from a wing. Glossy black feathers hung from elbow to wrist, oddly morphed from her skin and clothing.

Up in the cockpit, Calla locked the door. After they'd ascended into space from Azel, she produced the stylus and screen, eyeing the new red text with a hard scowl. Things like this weren't supposed to happen to her- not "Sunshine," not the best pilot in ICIDS. Twirling the stylus, Calla gave an irritated growl. The text burned into her retinas- it was so demanding. With a tap of the stylus, Calla recieved coordinates. She punched them in carefully and checked the screen for any additional information, however it dissolved back into inky darkness once the coordinates were entered in Kiah Come. "...Ready or not...here we come."

Kira waited a moment, and when she was met by silence, she tilted her head back and stared upwards. But, no sound came out. Calla wasn't sharing where they were going. Kira frowned lightly, but decided she must have a good reason for being secretive. So, she instead looked to Ophelia.

She was slightly surprised to see the girl was smiling, and even more so that she'd started upon the making of wings. She stared for a moment or two, then wandered towards Mitoko, standing in front of him and looking down.

"I guess so.." she mumbled. "I've only been here for a couple days." She blinked and reached into her pocket, pulling out the palm sized dog. He was staring around irritably through his three purple eyes, not looking at Mitoko. Kira heaved a sigh, then shrugged her shoulders. "He doesn't know you, so he doesn't trust you. And it doesn't help that you're armed."