Chapter 3: Who is she? And what does she mean?
Quatre caught up to Trowa and walked beside him. When they reached the kitchen he redirected Trowa's path into a corner. Leaning against the wall he turned his gaze towards the girl. She was stirring a pot on the stove while watching him curiously.
Quatre leaned closer to Trowa and whispered, "Is there something weird about that girl?"
"… Perhaps," came the response. The girl suddenly grinned wickedly and winked. Quatre felt his eyes widen in surprise. Could she have heard them? He looked at Trowa and found him studying the girl with an intensity that was almost scary. Almost, but not quite.
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Trowa studied the girl before him with an uncustomary intensity. She was slight, almost frail looking with long sinewy muscles. Her hair was very fine, its color mahogany brown- almost black. Her eyes were strange; they appeared to be blue or violet with silver highlights. There was no doubt in Trowa's mind about whether or not they would change color. He could almost guarantee it. His eyes returned to her hair.
The hair, which she left loose, was very straight. Its length was a wonder to behold- down to her ankles. Trowa couldn't imagine how she could walk without falling over. His bangs were enough of a forward pull for him thanks.
Her stance resembled that of a dancer or an acrobat. Trowa smiled to himself, it took one to know one. His smile faded a bit as he realized her stance also hinted of that of a fighter. She knew how to fight, how well would remain to be seen. Trowa continued to contemplate the girl as she turned to grab some herbs for the stew. He realized with an inner gasp that there was something wrong with her ears.
Chapter 3: Who is she? And what does she mean?
Quatre caught up to Trowa and walked beside him. When they reached the kitchen he redirected Trowa's path into a corner. Leaning against the wall he turned his gaze towards the girl. She was stirring a pot on the stove while watching him curiously.
Quatre leaned closer to Trowa and whispered, "Is there something weird about that girl?"
"… Perhaps," came the response. The girl suddenly grinned wickedly and winked. Quatre felt his eyes widen in surprise. Could she have heard them? He looked at Trowa and found him studying the girl with an intensity that was almost scary. Almost, but not quite.
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Trowa studied the girl before him with an uncustomary intensity. She was slight, almost frail looking with long sinewy muscles. Her hair was very fine, its color mahogany brown- almost black. Her eyes were strange; they appeared to be blue or violet with silver highlights. There was no doubt in Trowa's mind about whether or not they would change color. He could almost guarantee it. His eyes returned to her hair.
The hair, which she left loose, was very straight. Its length was a wonder to behold- down to her ankles. Trowa couldn't imagine how she could walk without falling over. His bangs were enough of a forward pull for him thanks.
Her stance resembled that of a dancer or an acrobat. Trowa smiled to himself, it took one to know one. His smile faded a bit as he realized her stance also hinted of that of a fighter. She knew how to fight, how well would remain to be seen. Trowa continued to contemplate the girl as she turned to grab some herbs for the stew. He realized with an inner gasp that there was something wrong with her ears.
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Her ears were pointed! Thought an exasperated Duo. No wonder she looked like a 13 year old. She was an elf… except those didn't exist did they? No, they couldn't! Before he could open his mouth she began to speak.
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"I'm sure you all have many questions," stated the girl. She held up her hand to forestall one of Duo's outpourings.
"Please don't start Duo, we don't have time." She met the eyes of each of the pilots calmly.
"I'm sure the first things you've all noticed by now are my youthful face and pointed ears. No, I'm not a fairy of some sort. My parents were geneticists and they enjoyed tinkering with me, mainly while I was a fetus."
"That's disgusting," snarled Wufei, "its inhumane!"
"I quite agree with you," replied the girl, " there are some advantages to the changes though. The next question should be about my name. I am known as Kyriel. Don't ask it meaning, I don't know. Enough questions, we have more pressing matters to deal with."
"Such as?" queried Quatre.
"Oh little things like where everyone is going to sleep and with whom. I have eight bedrooms- one of which is mine."
"Where's the problem in that?" asked Duo ironically, "There are only six of us including you."
"Wrong," rang out a clear voice from the doorway behind them, "Lady Une forgot to tell you that she invited us to come as well." Relena was standing in the doorway flanked by Dorothy and Hilde. The way pilots 1,2 and 4 lit up, their presence wasn't unwelcome.
"Relena," purred Dorothy, batting her eyes at Quatre, "you forgot to tell them who else is coming."
"Who else is coming?" growled Wufei.
"Oh I don't know," replied Dorothy, she began ticking names off on her fingers. "There's Sally, Noin, Ze-I mean Milliardo, Lady Une, Marimeia and that's it." Dorothy shrugged and pushed into the kitchen to sit at Quatre's feet. He turned a funny shade of pink before sitting on the floor beside her.
"Silly Onna's," grumbled Wufei smiling, he was glad Sally was coming.
Her ears were pointed! Thought an exasperated Duo. No wonder she looked like a 13 year old. She was an elf… except those didn't exist did they? No, they couldn't! Before he could open his mouth she began to speak.
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"I'm sure you all have many questions," stated the girl. She held up her hand to forestall one of Duo's outpourings.
"Please don't start Duo, we don't have time." She met the eyes of each of the pilots calmly.
"I'm sure the first things you've all noticed by now are my youthful face and pointed ears. No, I'm not a fairy of some sort. My parents were geneticists and they enjoyed tinkering with me, mainly while I was a fetus."
"That's disgusting," snarled Wufei, "its inhumane!"
"I quite agree with you," replied the girl, " there are some advantages to the changes though. The next question should be about my name. I am known as Kyriel. Don't ask it meaning, I don't know. Enough questions, we have more pressing matters to deal with."
"Such as?" queried Quatre.
"Oh little things like where everyone is going to sleep and with whom. I have eight bedrooms- one of which is mine."
"Where's the problem in that?" asked Duo ironically, "There are only six of us including you."
"Wrong," rang out a clear voice from the doorway behind them, "Lady Une forgot to tell you that she invited us to come as well." Relena was standing in the doorway flanked by Dorothy and Hilde. The way pilots 1,2 and 4 lit up, their presence wasn't unwelcome.
"Relena," purred Dorothy, batting her eyes at Quatre, "you forgot to tell them who else is coming."
"Who else is coming?" growled Wufei.
"Oh I don't know," replied Dorothy, she began ticking names off on her fingers. "There's Sally, Noin, Ze-I mean Milliardo, Lady Une, Marimeia and that's it." Dorothy shrugged and pushed into the kitchen to sit at Quatre's feet. He turned a funny shade of pink before sitting on the floor beside her.
"Silly Onna's," grumbled Wufei smiling, he was glad Sally was coming.
Quatre caught up to Trowa and walked beside him. When they reached the kitchen he redirected Trowa's path into a corner. Leaning against the wall he turned his gaze towards the girl. She was stirring a pot on the stove while watching him curiously.
Quatre leaned closer to Trowa and whispered, "Is there something weird about that girl?"
"… Perhaps," came the response. The girl suddenly grinned wickedly and winked. Quatre felt his eyes widen in surprise. Could she have heard them? He looked at Trowa and found him studying the girl with an intensity that was almost scary. Almost, but not quite.
˜µ™
Trowa studied the girl before him with an uncustomary intensity. She was slight, almost frail looking with long sinewy muscles. Her hair was very fine, its color mahogany brown- almost black. Her eyes were strange; they appeared to be blue or violet with silver highlights. There was no doubt in Trowa's mind about whether or not they would change color. He could almost guarantee it. His eyes returned to her hair.
The hair, which she left loose, was very straight. Its length was a wonder to behold- down to her ankles. Trowa couldn't imagine how she could walk without falling over. His bangs were enough of a forward pull for him thanks.
Her stance resembled that of a dancer or an acrobat. Trowa smiled to himself, it took one to know one. His smile faded a bit as he realized her stance also hinted of that of a fighter. She knew how to fight, how well would remain to be seen. Trowa continued to contemplate the girl as she turned to grab some herbs for the stew. He realized with an inner gasp that there was something wrong with her ears.
Chapter 3: Who is she? And what does she mean?
Quatre caught up to Trowa and walked beside him. When they reached the kitchen he redirected Trowa's path into a corner. Leaning against the wall he turned his gaze towards the girl. She was stirring a pot on the stove while watching him curiously.
Quatre leaned closer to Trowa and whispered, "Is there something weird about that girl?"
"… Perhaps," came the response. The girl suddenly grinned wickedly and winked. Quatre felt his eyes widen in surprise. Could she have heard them? He looked at Trowa and found him studying the girl with an intensity that was almost scary. Almost, but not quite.
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Trowa studied the girl before him with an uncustomary intensity. She was slight, almost frail looking with long sinewy muscles. Her hair was very fine, its color mahogany brown- almost black. Her eyes were strange; they appeared to be blue or violet with silver highlights. There was no doubt in Trowa's mind about whether or not they would change color. He could almost guarantee it. His eyes returned to her hair.
The hair, which she left loose, was very straight. Its length was a wonder to behold- down to her ankles. Trowa couldn't imagine how she could walk without falling over. His bangs were enough of a forward pull for him thanks.
Her stance resembled that of a dancer or an acrobat. Trowa smiled to himself, it took one to know one. His smile faded a bit as he realized her stance also hinted of that of a fighter. She knew how to fight, how well would remain to be seen. Trowa continued to contemplate the girl as she turned to grab some herbs for the stew. He realized with an inner gasp that there was something wrong with her ears.
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Her ears were pointed! Thought an exasperated Duo. No wonder she looked like a 13 year old. She was an elf… except those didn't exist did they? No, they couldn't! Before he could open his mouth she began to speak.
˜µ™
"I'm sure you all have many questions," stated the girl. She held up her hand to forestall one of Duo's outpourings.
"Please don't start Duo, we don't have time." She met the eyes of each of the pilots calmly.
"I'm sure the first things you've all noticed by now are my youthful face and pointed ears. No, I'm not a fairy of some sort. My parents were geneticists and they enjoyed tinkering with me, mainly while I was a fetus."
"That's disgusting," snarled Wufei, "its inhumane!"
"I quite agree with you," replied the girl, " there are some advantages to the changes though. The next question should be about my name. I am known as Kyriel. Don't ask it meaning, I don't know. Enough questions, we have more pressing matters to deal with."
"Such as?" queried Quatre.
"Oh little things like where everyone is going to sleep and with whom. I have eight bedrooms- one of which is mine."
"Where's the problem in that?" asked Duo ironically, "There are only six of us including you."
"Wrong," rang out a clear voice from the doorway behind them, "Lady Une forgot to tell you that she invited us to come as well." Relena was standing in the doorway flanked by Dorothy and Hilde. The way pilots 1,2 and 4 lit up, their presence wasn't unwelcome.
"Relena," purred Dorothy, batting her eyes at Quatre, "you forgot to tell them who else is coming."
"Who else is coming?" growled Wufei.
"Oh I don't know," replied Dorothy, she began ticking names off on her fingers. "There's Sally, Noin, Ze-I mean Milliardo, Lady Une, Marimeia and that's it." Dorothy shrugged and pushed into the kitchen to sit at Quatre's feet. He turned a funny shade of pink before sitting on the floor beside her.
"Silly Onna's," grumbled Wufei smiling, he was glad Sally was coming.
Her ears were pointed! Thought an exasperated Duo. No wonder she looked like a 13 year old. She was an elf… except those didn't exist did they? No, they couldn't! Before he could open his mouth she began to speak.
˜µ™
"I'm sure you all have many questions," stated the girl. She held up her hand to forestall one of Duo's outpourings.
"Please don't start Duo, we don't have time." She met the eyes of each of the pilots calmly.
"I'm sure the first things you've all noticed by now are my youthful face and pointed ears. No, I'm not a fairy of some sort. My parents were geneticists and they enjoyed tinkering with me, mainly while I was a fetus."
"That's disgusting," snarled Wufei, "its inhumane!"
"I quite agree with you," replied the girl, " there are some advantages to the changes though. The next question should be about my name. I am known as Kyriel. Don't ask it meaning, I don't know. Enough questions, we have more pressing matters to deal with."
"Such as?" queried Quatre.
"Oh little things like where everyone is going to sleep and with whom. I have eight bedrooms- one of which is mine."
"Where's the problem in that?" asked Duo ironically, "There are only six of us including you."
"Wrong," rang out a clear voice from the doorway behind them, "Lady Une forgot to tell you that she invited us to come as well." Relena was standing in the doorway flanked by Dorothy and Hilde. The way pilots 1,2 and 4 lit up, their presence wasn't unwelcome.
"Relena," purred Dorothy, batting her eyes at Quatre, "you forgot to tell them who else is coming."
"Who else is coming?" growled Wufei.
"Oh I don't know," replied Dorothy, she began ticking names off on her fingers. "There's Sally, Noin, Ze-I mean Milliardo, Lady Une, Marimeia and that's it." Dorothy shrugged and pushed into the kitchen to sit at Quatre's feet. He turned a funny shade of pink before sitting on the floor beside her.
"Silly Onna's," grumbled Wufei smiling, he was glad Sally was coming.