"That's a drop!" Hay Lin stared at the 'Will' in front of her. She already liked the girl, who smiled widely introducing herself to anyone who looked at her. She didn't seem to be Will at all; very bubbly and instead of jokes she would simply laugh at anything she liked. She was also apparently quite fascinated by the beads rnning through Taranee's short hair - the girl's eyes studying everyon determindly.
"I am going to kill Will when she gets back here! Leaving us with this- this.. This." Cornelia was at a loss for a fitting word and finished her statement with an accusing finger pointed at the giggling drop.
Taranee pushed down Cornelia's hand smoothly, "She is very sensitive. Look, where's Caleb? Maybe he can-"
"Sensitive! You think that she's sensitive? Why?" Cornelia's aggrivation quickly transformed into confusion, and quite frankly, all of the could understand that. Drops weren't meant to be anything other than what the 'owner' was. "Is Will okay?"
A long silence followed then, with all of the girls looking at the Will drop. They all knew something was wrong with Will. She'd been skipping out on them all week long. Hay Lin fumbled with the bottom of her pigtail, trying to break the guilty tension. "Uh.. I think Caleb's with Irma.."
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"Nómiza óti eípes óti eínai téleia? Aftí eínai polý perissótero san éna agóri apó ó, ti eícha fantasteí Caleb tha íthela. An kai ektimó to endiaféron tou, dedoménou óti sígoura boreí na syllávei tin prosochí. Prépei na tis arései giatí eínai énas machitís."
"An prospathísete na goitéfsei Caleb tis tha échei sígoura ti zoí sas. Eínai polý perissótero me tin apó ó, ti tou arései na pistévoume."
As the two men grinned at her in a far too friendly way, Will felt her face slowly creep from it usual colour to the vivid red that matched her hair. She knew for a fact that they were talking about Caleb, and surely the way the young man Drake looked at her, they were also including her in the conversation topic. "I am right here; and you do not have the right to talk about me like this."
"I'm sorry Keeper, but it is hard not to notice you and just as hard not to speak of you." If she wasn't blushing before, she certainly did now as the young man took her hand and brushed his lips over her skin. As far as she could tell, Will was not going to get along with this man. She glanced to the tensely watching Aldarn before jerking her hand back as though it were burned. Aldarn seemed to react to that, taking it in his stride to condemn Drake's flirtatiousness.
"I told you no! Caleb will have your head!"
"He what!" Will blurted, not sure whether they were serious or not; Caleb was a very secretive boy and she truly did not know that much about him. She supposed if she hadn't spent so much of her time hiding from him she might know him by now, but several weeks had gone and to her he was still incredibly new.
"N-no, not really Keeper.. He was only referring to Caleb's.. Fondness.. Of you.. A-and the guardians." Will watched as the two men exchanged uncomfortable glances - she in turn feeling about how they looked.
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"Why are you afraid of the flower people?" Irma asked her practiced words. She didn't generally need to recite something, but this question had been dancing around her mind for days. It'd be easier to ask if she knew what the things were, but Caleb had only said something about mumbling or muttering or something.
Caleb seemed less than surprised by the question, and other than a little awkwardness he took the question in his stride, turning to a CD rack and fumbling through boxes he didn't know the use of. Maybe he had known she'd ask him. It was an obvious question, wasn't it? "I am afraid because they have been set to not quite kill me."
"To 'not quite' kill you?" Irma was smiling when she asked, but his serious features quickly sobered her. "What does that mean?"
Caleb shuffled the boxes in his hands, lingering on one where the cover art was particularly gruesome, then pushed the pile away. "They will take my soul and use me as their slave. The murmurers don't do that, but they will do it to me."
Irma felt a lump in her throat than he said that. He was deeper than she'd originally thought she supposed. He wasn't afraid of pain unless he might be the one causing it. It wasn't in her style to be deep though; she didn't like tension. She wish she'd never asked. "So.. Elyon and the girls are over there I think.."
Nómiza óti eípes óti eínai téleia? Aftí eínai polý perissótero san éna agóri apó ó, ti eícha fantasteí Caleb tha íthela . An kai ektimó to endiaféron tou, dedoménou óti sígoura boreí na syllávei tin prosochí. Prépei na tis arései giatí eínai énas machitís. - I thought you said she is perfect; she is far more like a boy than I imagined Caleb would like. Though I do appreciate his interest as she certainly can capture attention. He must like her because she is a fighter.
An prospathísete na goitéfsei Caleb tis tha échei sígoura ti zoí sas. Eínai polý perissótero me tin apó ó, ti tou arései na pistévoume - If you try to charm her Caleb will surely have your life. He is far more concerned with her than he likes to believe.
