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Nathair slumped in his spot, dully watching the chaos ensue. Out of the corner eye he kind’ve watched Leana, not really sure what she was going to do. He waited a bit for her to…do something, and squirmed.

Finally, he let out a breath and made something of an attempt to be friendly.

“…why aren’t you with your dad?” He asked, sounding too whiney even for him to stand. “He seems nicer…”

Stupid,stupid,stupid! He squeezed his eyes shut and clamped his teeth together. Such a self-sabotaging fool. He’d just have to wait for her to leave too…

 

“WE! ARE NOT ADOPTING ANOTHER KID!” Roared Loud Scary Man causing Alessio to jump out of his skin. They kept chattering but Alessio was trying to pay attention and make friend with Ohel while listening to Alixer while protecting the spider (as soon as he found it again…)

“It basically means hero.” Alixer was saying, “I’ve been told that it means sacrificer. Why are you guys so afraid of a spider and what is with the kids running around. I’m 16 btw. Not a kid or adult. In fact, at 10 you’re considered independent in my country.”

Alixer talks when he’s nervous. Or maybe they tapped into a special interest.

“But you’re not an adult yet. I can’t even believe I’m back in the dark ages!” Haha, he thinks he’s gone back in time…

Well. That took him only five seconds to reconcile to something seemingly impossible, he might actually accept the whole ‘from completely different worlds’ thing…? He sounded like he’d be fun to talk interesting theories and science with!

“Hero and Sacrifice… What does it mean to be ‘independent’? But not yet an adult?” No yeah, Alessio wanted to know too. He was considered an adult at fourteen in his world but he wasn’t independent by then, he wasn’t sure if anybody was truly ‘independent’ in his culture.

“Hey. Sorry for being rude. Name’s Search.” Search waves as she moves to help Burn, who…seemed alright. Maybe he was overreacting? “Now. Can everyone. Stop. Yelling. For more than five minutes? Please?”

*Alessio begins counting up to five minutes for literally no reason*

“That would be nice.” Loud Scary Lady said, sweeping her arms before drawing herself into the most formal of airs. “So. Welcome to the Woodwall residence. You may call me Grimme. This is my husband who you may call Mr. Woodwall.”

Politicians, Alessio thought.

He knew there was a good reason he didn’t trust them. (Aside from the fact he usually distrusted everyone on sight…)

“Prosperity to you sir.” Mr. Woodwall greeted, striking his chest with his right fist, which disoriented Alessio, because every formal bow had a different meaning depending on the hand gestures and…the shook his head. Wrong world, it probably was just the formal greeting for this world…

They kept talking, while Alessio looked around at the huge expansive room and the trickling pool with the colorful fish (he wanted to catch one). Then Mr. Woodwall cursed causing Alessio to spin toward him, grabbing the hilt of his sword, just as the man grabbed Burn! The boy went rigid, willing himself not to react until he had a plan. Fire hissed between his fingers and all through his veins.

“Anyone else have these markings?” Mr. Woodwall asked as Alessio clasped his hands behind his back breathing in, gradually soothing the flames away. He noticed Search hide her arm and deliberately didn’t look at his arm but tucked his long sleeves down a little farther.

Darting another look around he saw…someone who looked vaguely familiar, holding a girl’s hand gently. She didn’t look so good, at all. Like the girls in the slums of town, or the kids in the Surreala Guild.

Alessio walked up to her softly, trying not to make any noise that would startle her. Oh. That was Crorie…

“Hi?” He whispered, ducking a little and glancing up at the adult towering over her. Was that…noo. BIG SOFTIE!!! But he wasn’t quite sure, he looked different…(but he was still being nice despite himself). His eyes darted back to Crorie. “…may I hug you?”

She looked like she needed a hug. He spread his arms out some but waited for her to close the gap if she chose to.

Fire was starting to flicker about his fingers again and now it was getting in his hair. He hated them, he hated them so much, he hated whoever hurt her, he hated them.

 

Nathair glanced up when the noise got louder, and tensed. He recognized Alessio, he recognized everyone – or most everyone else too but they wouldn’t have a reason to want to kill him. Now it was really hitting home how badly things had ended between them. That wasn’t something he wanted to face, but he…he deserved it, he knew.

 

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