"Where is Will Vandom? This spring carnival is a disaster!"
Martin groaned at Principle Knickerbocker; the headmistress couldn't be more right. "Tell me about it. Uriah gave me a lute wedgie."
"Oh, wow!" Martin then looked up as a croud of people approached, a few at the front playing instruments like the flute and tambourines while the procession made way for the carnival. Their outfits were outstanding; real 'olde' material, and Martin rearranged his glasses closer to his eyes to get a better look. He grinned as Will Vandom led the crowd along with Irma, Taranee and Hay Lin. The group had performed a miracle.
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"Don't even bother to thank me." Cedric looked up at the voice of Prince Phobos, the murmurers apparently wailing as the Prince left, looking less than happy; his features locked so that the Prince trembled with fury. Cedric, however, could only stare from the slamming door to the shreiking murmurers to the lurdens and Frost tumbled around him. This would not be good for him.
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"We closed the portals. Now we just need to whip up one instant medieval fair." Will grinned sardonically at Taranee as she led the 'paint' people towards her festival, hoping to kick start it. Principal Knickerbocker walked over and Will braced herself as the girls stepped behind her; the rest of the crowd spreading across the fair to play music and dance. Someone was even juggling.
"I was beginning to think you'd let your school down!" Will grinned, not to thankful as Irma dug an elbow into her, laughing fakely as Principle Knickerbocker beamed, unaware of how close it had come to that.
Elias walked over then, and Will panicked for a second, but then he looked pointedly at the headmistress and bowed, hiding from the woman a subtle wink in Will's direction. "Shall we join the gaiety, milady?"
"Oh, well I'm really more the chapero-!" He yanked her away, and Will felt a flood of relief at her departure; thankful Elias had saved her from the Principle. She joined the girls laughter at the sight of the podgy woman being pulled into a dance, while a certain lack of someone brought her back to her senses.
"Where's Cornelia?" Curiosity only grew stronger as two girls shrugged, Irma smirking knowingly as she stretched out her arms lazily - making a show of the fact that she knew, and apparently it was interesting enough to be proud of knowing.
"Oh, well.." Will raised an eyebrow, grinning at Irma who less-than-casually looked around, before resting her arm around Will's shoulder. "My guess is that Caleb is probably giving her that flower he picked for her."
"What?" Irma nodded, an amused look on her face, and Will grinned, ignoring the slight kick in her stomach she'd felt, while the girls chirp and gossiped about the rebel leader and Earth guardian.
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"That's a sync-a- ..what kind of flower?"
Caleb smiled at Cornelia's brashness. If Aldarn was ever to spend time with this girl, he'd realize that she truely was hard as stone. "It's called a synchóresi, Gaea. It's originally from the Metaworld as far as I know, but I saw it in the painting and-"
"I know," She grinned, though it was not a kind smile, more sarcastic or mocking - she was still mad at him. "You stopped to pick a flower instead of saving us." She was wearing his patience slightly. The girl wouldn't stop to listen as Will did; even Irma was more attentive than Cornelia.
"It's for you." She stopped then and his smile became a grin at the awe-struck features. "There is only one condition.. Synchóresi translates to 'forgiveness' Gaea, and you can only take this from me if you will please return the gift to me with your own forgiveness."
It's a bit of CxC.. Yuck.