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The long grass hissed as Damien flung himself back, one arm curled protectively around something he was holding close to his stomach while the other flopped to his side. His free arm curled around and behind his head, a sigh issuing forth from loosely clenched teeth. "Bummer for us, Lucretia, innit?" He asked softly, his hand rising to scratch his precious burden behind the ears. A small smile twitched at his lips at her sleepy, whistled response, softening his mood a bit. "It's a pity that they won't let me near," he added whistfully, "I mean, it's not like I'd accidentally set fire to anything, not like back home... It's not my fault that the bottle rocket decided to fly onto the neighbor's house! In fact, it's there fault for having their roof there in the first place, right? Right."

The hippogryph on his lap uttered a sleepy whistle before wiggling closer to his arm. One of her small paws were tucked under her belly for warmth snuck out from its position to push against his stomach to move her closer to his arm, spurring a soft chuckle to come from him. "Yeah... that's right," he agreed, sighing and changing his scritches to a soft rubbing.

Damien jumped, his body going rigid as the woman spoke. He blinked quickly and sat up, sliding the hippogryph from his stomach down to his lap. "Hrm, wot?" He asked, looking up at the girl with his head tilted slightly to one side. His eyes glanced over her form, eyebrows arching in surprise at the matter of her dress. "From the big city too, huh?" He asked, chin jerking in the direction of the farming town Haelington. His own dress was unpractical for farm-life as well: an open dark purple trench coat covered most of his frame, leaving his black jeans, boots, shirt and gloves visible to any who cared to give him a look.

Which, of course, he got many of thanks to his hair. Today it was a vibrant red-orange with a messy collection of gold highlights, spiked and arranged in a messy halo around his head.

In his lap, Lucretia shifted in her sleep, causing him to unconsciously tighten his grip around her.

Damien bit back a retort at that - he most certaintly hated this place. It wasn't like the big city, where he had fun and amusement around every corner. Here... It was quiet. Too quiet, too slow... But enough of that. "I'm Damien MacIntyre, still adjusting to here. Mine... Well, 'er name is Lucretia." He nodded down towards his colorful hippogryph, a pang in his chest reminding him of how badly he missed his firework collection. His parents were quick to fish all of the ones he tried to smuggle here out of his luggage. "Your gryphon is a bit... odd, isn't it?" He asked. "It doesn't look like any of the pictures I've seen of them."

"Ahh, I see." Somewhat. He added quietly, searching his brain to come up with something. Didn't people breed these like horses or something...? It didn't make much sense - probably because he was trying to read it while listening to music loud enough to drown out everything from his parents' voices to the whine of the engines. He supressed a sudder at the memory of the boat he and his family came to here on, focusing his brown eyes on the "beaver" held in Luna's arms.

"Lucretia is from here - parents got her for me in an attempt to bribe me to... behave." He chose the word carefully after a moment's hesitation. It wouldn't do him any good if she found out his habit. "My parents got sick of the city and dragged my sisters and I here. What about you?"

At her words, Damien's eyes lit up. Did she actually support mischief? Rebellion? He felt an intense liking to this woman, even though she was the first person she met outside his family. Never mind the pale cast to his skin from staying indoors - going outside and far from his sisters after obtaining Lucretia was a very, very good thing.

Her smirk was answered by a smile from him, evolving into a soft snicker. "Leave it to you gals to outsmart us," he complimented, shrugging. "I just came out here to get away from my sisters -- I'm not too keen on having Lucretia play "doll house" any time soon, y'know? Besides... It's about time I got outside."

He paused, then nodded towards the sleeping infant in her arms. "How long have you had 'im? I only got Lucretia earlier m'self."

He gave her a rueful grin and shook his head. "Nah, it in't. I don't have a bro, just m'little sisters. I have two - both are sweet, both call on their big brother to help 'em out, and both have used me more than once as bully protection." He sighed, running one hand through his shaggy locks to - briefly - reveal a cuff-and-chain earring on both ears before hiding them once again. "I suppose this is a better change for'em, as much as I hate it." He admitted.

His hand gently rubbed the splatter of bright blue on the hippogryph's forehead, nodding an agreement. "Aye... I sudder to think of their collection of pink ribbons going around Lucretia's neck. Though if it strikes her fancy later on..." He shrugged. "Might as well have her wear something she likes for identification, y'know? I doubt I could loose her, but just in case..." He trailed off before waving it away with his hand. "Anyway, think your little bundle of joy there'll build a dam?"

((*gives Tou a cookie* heart
Sorry this has to be my last post.. Got to get some rest for tomorrow @.@))


Her expression softened lightly as she heard him speak of his sisters so fondly. As if in a curious, alluring tone to spark creativity, she asked with a small smile. "This may be a better change for them. But what of you? Certainly you could picture the perfect place that is suited just for your comfort."

At mention of her little James, her hand rested over his right haunch. "If he does care to build a dam, I would have to imagine that, if he has not settled down by the time he is older, there will be a lot of streams and creeks flooding. His inability to stay still would mean a lot of water. But either way, I will support his entertainment. No matter what it may be."

With her stare that fell down on her wrist that was covered by a slender watch, she sighed with annoyance, those eyes of red rolling with such distaste. "Please forgive me Damien. It was a pleasure to meet you, but I need to return back to my work now. Unfortunately, in all the excitement of getting this little one, I left my purse there with my house keys. And I know for a fact maintance would just keep them for themselves."

A warm smile was shot to him. "Hope to see you again another time. Remember, alittle fun here and there never hurt anyone." A playful wink was thrown his way. As she turned and started to run back, something new came into view. Although she did wear sheer pantyhose, her feet were bare and getting dirty from walking among the grass.

Derien shook his head, his long locks swishing softly. "I don't like it," he admitted flatly. "I'm too used to the city - it's too slow and too quiet here. Even the crickets aren't enough. Though," his tone changes, lightening as he looks down at Lucretia. "I've heard that she has a good pair of lungs on 'er -- it'd be a welcome sound, as odd as it sounds." He shrugged, then listened to Luna's decision. "That'd be an interesting sight to see, either way. Do you live somewhere near water?"

The lanky teenager climbed to his feet quickly, quickly sucking in his breath as Lucretia decided to shift. He braced his feet as he shifted his arms, juggling the sleeping hippygryph as best as he could. "Thankie marm I'll keep that in mind," he said quickly as he moved his arms, finally at last grasping the comfortable hippogryph - if now in an awkward position. He paused, staring after her as she left. Was she barefoot?

Damien shook his head, slowly shifting his arms to a more comfortable position. He turned and began his own way home, hoping that his sisters had something better to do than to wait for their big brother to come back with "the new pet."