Hello my friends!! 'Tis time for chapter 2 of Summer Sea Saga, the most wonderful sequel to Twisted Tortallian Tale. Much thanks to those of you wonderful enough to review, and shame on you too lazy to!! REVIEW!! *pouncestab* : P I had more of you vote for the fourth one, so we'll use that one for awhile and switch it up later on. Thanks ^_^

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Olivia rubbed the sleep out of her eyes as she stumbled into the shop, straightening her clothes absently as she tried to put on the appearance of being somewhat awake. Master Tomlin chuckled to himself when he saw her, pulling a pot of coffee off the fire and pouring them both a mug.

"Not a morning person, are we?" he asked his temporary student, handing the mug to her as she muttered something under her breath. "Ah, well, take a moment to adjust yourself to the land of the living before joining me over here once again. We have much to learn today!"

Olivia shrugged and sipped the coffee, surprised at how fast it awakened her senses and lifted the heaviness of sleep from her eyes. Rising her to feet after placing the emptied mug back on the counter, she stretched and sat on a mat across from him, the ward back in place as it had been the night before as they began to meditate.

"Now," he said as she reached the state of perfect control once more. "Send a tendril of your power out…no more than that! Reach for my hand…tell me what I have there."

"Left or right?" asked Olivia with a slight smirk.

"Either will do…"

Olivia nodded and concentrated as she sent out the barest thread of her power, letting it entwine itself around the object and seek it in a way to identify what it was… "It is ice," she said slowly. "Regular, normal ice."

"And my other hand?" asked the mage quietly, continuing to breath in the constructed pattern of the night before.

Olivia searched that one as well. "Ice…but not the same kind of ice as before…it almost seems to glow…" She broke her connection with it and opened her eyes, holding out a hand in a silent demand to be shown the object.

He handed her bother lumps of ice obligingly, letting her examine the both until she realized she would not be able to figure out the difference on her own. "What's wrong with this one?" she asked, holding out the piece that she held in her right hand.

"That one," replied Master Tomlin with a grin. "Is Mage's Ice. Easy enough to make, I shall teach you its recipe in a moment if you wish to learn it."

"Is that why it won't melt, yet stays so cold?" asked Olivia in surprise.

"Yes," replied the mage with a nod. "You can also draw the cold out of it into yourself…and it still will not melt no matter what."

"This must be pretty popular, then," said Olivia in surprise. Master Tomlin shrugged, his lips twitching into a slight smile.

"It is not something every mage can make," he said slowly with a shrug. "Ice mages are few and far between…especially this far south. Normally you can find them much farther to the north, so ditties like this we do not get very often."

"Then to make a piece like this, and sell it…it would be a rarity that would be worth a lot, wouldn't it?" asked Olivia.

"It would," admitted the mage with a shrug. "However, first we will start with how to use it. Go back to your meditation, and place your hand over it…" They fell back into the rhythm of breathing, each finding their center again before the mage began to give her another set of instructions. "Imagine the ice in your mind. Can you see it's cold? It's core?"

"I can," whispered Olivia, the ice shining blue in her mind's eye. "It is constant, evenly dispersed through the whole…"

"Now, draw it out slowly into your hand…slower…slower…good. Open your eyes slowly, and look at your hand." The mages voice never reached above a whisper, watching her with interest as she studied her right hand against her left; one which held the ice and the other the cold.

"It's solid," she whispered slowly. "But not cold…almost warm, in some way…and this hand…"

"It's cold, but not umbarumbly so, right?" asked the mage with a please smile lighting his face.

"Barely even cool, yet I can feel the cold on my bones. Not that it bothers me in the least…" Olivia studied her hands for a few more minutes, then with a look of puzzlement on her face, touched her face with it and realized she couldn't tell the difference against her own skin.

"Now, for what you can do with the cold," said the mage, setting a bowl of water before her. "Close your eyes and meditate, and once you have found your center place the cold within the water before you…" He watched carefully as she obeyed, easily turning the water to ice with the cold. "Excellent. You may open your eyes."

Olivia did, sitting back slightly with dizziness. "Why is the room moving, Master Tomlin?"

"You expended more energy than you needed to," explained the Master mage with a shrug. "Come now, try it again." He set more mage ice and a bowl of water before her. "We'll do it until you can get it right with the minimal amount of power. Now, mediate!"

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Randy sighed as he dressed himself in his leggings and loose shirt, pulling the tunic over his head before running a comb through his hair. Wide-awake and still apprehensive with the last few days' occurrences, he wasn't sure what to think of the mage who'd become their mentor.

He slowly walked down the dim hall, down the stairs and into the main room before. Spotting Bryanna in a corner out of the way, he grabbed a bowl of the inn's porridge before heading to her table at a quick pace.

"Morning," he said with a slight grin, sitting across from her and setting the bowl before himself. Honey and cream was added to it, and a mug of ale brought to him by a serving girl who wandered the room with a pitcher in her hand. "You sleep well last night?"

"Somewhat," replied Bryanna, smiling as she sipped her coffee. "What time did you guys get back last night? I don't remember seeing you come in…"

"You were out cold," he replied with a shrug. Smiling, he added, "Whatever you did while we weren't there, it must've been pretty intense."

"I guess so," she laughed shortly. "I was weak as water when I woke up, though a few mugs of this stuff and some food and I was fine again. What're you doing for the day?"

"I have to be back at the place soon," replied Randy with a shrug. "More training stuff, I guess. Olivia's there now, and should be back soon. She was up and dawn and got down there for her stuff."

"So that's who it was."

"Yep." They bantered some more for a while, comfortable with the other's presence but not as anything more than warm acquaintances. Randy asked about the 'time before' for a while, and Bryanna indulged him up to a certain point before reminding him of his training that morning.

Randy arrived at the mage's shop as Olivia stumbled out the door; a tired, worn look on her face as he stepped aside to let her through. "You all right, Olivia?" he asked as he tried to steady her faltering steps.

"Lemme alone, Randy," she snapped, heading back for the Inn as he watched silently from behind. Sighing, he went inside and greeted the Master Mage with a nod of his head.

"Welcome, youngling," said Master Tomlin, spreading a few mirrors around on one table and some bowls with water set up on another. "We have a rigorous schedule set for you today!"

"What am I learning, Master Tomlin?" asked Randy, respectfully, taking a seat across from the old man.

"Scrying, my boy," he replied with a grin. "You will not be able to do much, nor to any great distance, but perhaps with the help of the other two you could improve your power even more."

Randy looked at the mirrors and bowls in confusion. "Sir…??"

"I take it you've never heard of scrying before?" asked Master Tomlin, raising an eyebrow ever so slightly.

"Well…uh…no, Sir," admitted Randy, looking a little embarrassed at this question. "Should I know what it is?"

"It is a basic technique every mage should know," promptly replied Master Tomlin. "Come, lad. Over here, on the mats again." They sat cross-legged on the floor and the mage set a bowl between them, filling it with just enough water to almost reach the brim. "Now, concentrate as you did the day before…fall into the breathing pattern once again…"

Randy did as he was told, easily bringing himself to his 'center' and waiting for his next set of instructions. "Now," said the master mage, his voice no more than a slight murmur. "Can you feel the three symbols I am drawing in the air?"

Randy stretched out his awareness, touching the man's hands with his power so he could 'see' and feel what he was doing. "Yes," he replied after making sure he had them right.

"Do them, only make them glow in your eyes with a burst of your magic."

"Ok…"

Randy slowly traced the symbols in the air, making them shine with a burst of his power. The water's glassy surface burst alive with many pictures and figures, showing him scenes from all around the town. Yelping in surprise, he jumped back and to his feet, the water evaporating the second he broke his concentration on the spell.

"Well done, Randy," said the mage with a grin. "Scare you, did it?"

"It did," he replied shakily. "That…are those….were those pictures real??" he asked carefully.

"They were," replied the mage, nodding his head sagely. "Pictures of the present, that is. Your gift concentrates more with light, so I shall teach you to make light crystals and some light illusions soon, but scrying for the present is something all mages can do."

"What do you mean, 'the present'?" asked Randy suspiciously, taking his seat once more.

"What you saw is happening right now," replied Master Tomlin carefully. "In the present. There are Past and Future scrying techniques as well, but you cannot learn them for your gift does not lie there."

"So, what I saw happening was happening as I saw it," said Randy as he tried to comprehend what was going on. "Like…snatches of lives all over this city."

"Snatches of lives within a five mile radius or so," corrected Master Tomlin gravely. "Do not use this spell lightly, Randy, to spy on others. That is breaking the mage's codes. That, and it drains you horribly. However, for now you must try again and see if you can get a clearer picture this time…"

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Bryanna stuck her head in the shop around noon, silently slipping in when she didn't see anybody nearby. She crept in a few feet, glancing about nervously as she listened for any sounds of approaching footsteps.

"There are you."

"AHH!!"

Bryanna stood there panting as she looked at Master Tomlin, who had managed to sneak up behind her somehow with a small smile on his face. "Nice to see you too, youngling," he said softly, the corner of his mouth twitching slightly upwards as she blushed from having cried out like that. "I…uh…didn't see you…that is…"

"Relax," said the Master Mage, turning away from her to gather a few materials from the table in front of him. "I'm not going to bite your head off for not seeing me there. You are a mage, not a warrior."

She smoothed her tunic self-consciously, tucking a stray piece of hair behind her ear before nodding to him politely. "What am I learning today, Master Mage?"

"To heal, of course," he said with a shrug. "It is all you can do, youngling. Unlike your other friends, who have many aspects of their gifts to learn, yours only has one. Then again, then are many types of healing and different ways to heal each wound that can be inflicted upon the mortal soul and spirit. Still, it is far more easy in some aspects compared to what they have to learn…"

Bryana blinked. "Heal the spirit, sir? Such things can be done?!"

"Of course," he scoffed with a twinkle in his eye. "But such mages are hard to find, and I know already your abilities do not reach to that range so we shall not worry about it for the moment. Now, we shall start with meditating..."

"How, sir?"

"Hm?" The mage gave her an odd look, already sitting with his legs crossed on the floor. "How what?"

"How do you know?" repeated Bryanna. "What is your magic relate to anyways, Master Mage? It seems you can work any kind at times…"

"It is a rare sort of gift," explained the mage with another shrug of the shoulders. "I can affect, explain, name, and show how many magics work, yet I cannot work them myself as the main…um…power source, if you will. I must work through another source…an outlet. It is difficult to explain…"

"Whatever," said Bryanna, her mind reeling as she tried to grasp what he'd just said. "Meditating. I understand that, so let's stick with it…"

"Fine by me. Now, breath…."

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Randy, Olivia, and Bryanna sat with cushions on the floor of their room, sprawled around the pot that had held their dinner with empty bowls lying about and mugs half-full of ale waiting to be finished. Olivia lethargically pushed her hair out of her eyes and stared at the fire, so tired she didn't even want to move and contemplated spending the night right where she was on the floor.

"Are you sure?" asked Randy, moaning in pain as he stretched out his back slowly. "My gosh, your not even expending that much physical energy and you still feel like you've been hit with a ten ton bulldozer!!"

"Hey, I told you, things were easier there," snapped Bryanna. Sighing, she propped herself on her elbow so she could see him better. "We had our gifts as the three of us do now, we just knew how to use them without training…besides, each of us could only do one thing. Mine: to seduce guys by singing. Allie: to seduce guys with her…"lady-like charms". Vixen: to steal everything and anything in sight without getting caught."

"Now it gets more complicated, I suppose," growled Olivia, narrowing her eyes as she looked into the flames. "New rules…things you can and cannot do…plus this whole 'forced trip' where we HAVE to follow the map. I'd rather like to run off and just do whatever I wanted to right about now…"

"You can't," said Bryanna with a shrug. "Our money, our identities…everything relies on us staying with the map."

"I have officially decided that I do not like whoever it was that sent us here, and will beat him with a stick like they do in Jamaica the moment I find out who it is!" said Randy vehemently, downing the rest of his ale before hauling himself to his feet with the aid of the table. "Well, goodnight, Ladies. Too much to do tomorrow to be hanging around here for long…"

"Goodnight," said Bryanna, nodding in his direction before rising to her feet and heading towards her bed.

"Yeah, night," added Olivia, waving over her head and remaining on the floor.

"Are you planning on sleeping down there tonight?" asked Bryanna, climbing into her bed.

"And if I am?" groused Olivia. She sighed drowsily, knowing she wouldn't make it at all if she didn't move now and deciding in the same instant that it wasn't worth it to do so. "What's it matter to you, Bry?"

"Here's your blanket," said Bryanna, rolling her eyes as she tossed at that figure on the floor.

"Did I ask for your help?!"

Bryanna sighed, snuggling down under the covers to sleep. "No, fine, I'll leave you alone…"

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Bryanna woke early in the morning two weeks later, throwing her bed covers aside and pulling on her dress and tunic as fast as she could. Rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, Bryanna poured herself a mug of coffee from the pot that waited for them on the table before starting to throw her things in her bag as fast as she could. Shirts, tunics, underclothes, her sandals since she would wear her boots for riding and putting her lighter cape aside because it was supposed to get a tad chilly later that night if they stayed out riding that long…

"What are you doing?!" demanded a half-awake Olivia from her bed as she squinted in the morning light. Her mussed, dark curls lay every which way as she pushed them from her eyes so she could see. "It's just past dawn, Bry, we don't have lessons until noon…"

"This isn't another lesson day," Bryanna reminded her in exasperation. Her collection of healing medicines and herbs went into a separate bag all their own. "Does the day we're getting our seal and moving on ring a bell? You know, like a mini-graduation?"

Olivia considered the question for half a second. "Nope, now pipe down so I can get back to sleep."

"Olivia…we're supposed to be packed and there in a few minutes…!"

"Like I care," muttered the young woman, glaring at Bryanna through partially closed eyes. "Lemme get some more sleep, already!! That old dude… Master Tommy or whatever his name is…he can wait until I'm coherent."

"No!! We have to get going-"

"Good morning!!" cried Randy, bursting in the door with his bags packed behind him looking as happy as a lark singing it's early morning song. "Are we ready to go, my beautiful ladies??" He looked at them in confusion as they just stared at him for a moment.  "…um, guys??" Randy grew very, very nervous as two sets of angry, vengeful looking eyes latched on to him with no sign of letting go anytime soon. "Um…uh…did I do something…?? Ahh!!"

Randy ducked and ran for cover as a barrage of pillows came flying at him through the doorway. Two raging young women followed moments after, practically foaming at the mouth with anger. "Wahh!!!"

*smash* *bonk*

"Ahh!!"

*wham*

"Stop it!!"

*splat*

"Don't make me hurt you!!" *smack* *boom*

"That's it…"

*thwap*

"Hey!!"

*thump*

"Oi…"

Let's just say it was not a very pretty picture indeed.

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The trio finally reached their teacher's shop about an hour later; with their things packed, their mounts saddled and loaded, they were ready to go. Master Tomlin observed their ragged appearance with a raised eyebrow. Randy sported a black eye, and Olivia a swollen lip. Bryanna bore no markings at all, but she did have a pink spot under one eye that would be the remains of a bruise she'd obviously healed very recently. She'd most likely taken care of herself, then refused to heal the others, whatever it was that had gotten to them.

"You're late," he said lightly, taking the parchment from Bryanna as he heated the wax that he would place his seal in.

"We had some…issues on the way here," said Olivia slowly, grimacing as her lip moved.

"We had issues before some of us even got out of bed," added Bryanna under her breath, pretending she didn't see Olivia's glare.

"I would not suggest that you be late for your other teachers," went on Master Tomlin as if he hadn't heard what they'd said. "They may not be so lenient." He picked up the wax holder and dribbled some onto the parchment, letting it cool for a second before pressing his seal into it while it was still warm. "There."

"Thank, Master," said Randy, bowing to him as he accepted the parchment, carefully folded so the seal wouldn't break, back and handed it to Bryanna. "You have been very patient with us."

"As was the intention, for you are green Journeymen." He smiled slightly. "Though, hopefully, through your experiences here you will not be quite so green…in fact, that eye of yours is turning a rather lovely purple…"

Randy ducked his head in embarrassment. "Uh…yeah…"

"I won't ask how it happened," said the mage, looking at the girls as well. "For ANY of you. Just ice that eye and lip when you stop for lunch and make sure you don't talk much, Olivia. It will help it heal."

"Yes, sir, Master Tomlin," she replied with a wry smile.

"Now get going!" he said, flapping his hands at them as if he were shooing geese. "Get alone, now! You have many miles to travel before nightfall…"

"Yes, sir," said Bryanna, mounting her horse as the other two followed. They'd had enough free time that Bryanna had given them both a rudimentary course in riding that consisted mainly of going at different speeds while learning not to fall off. "Bye!"

"Goodbye, younglings, and take care!"

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Devan sighed happily, leaning back in his child form as he drank apple juice with a straw. His emerald green eyes matched his green robes of a merchant's son perfectly, making him look even younger than before.

"You know," observed Grendal from her seat in the corner. "This has been provided quite a bit of amusement for you, hasn't it?"

"I haven't seen a good tumble like that between friends since…well…forever!!" he laughed, pouring himself more juice to drink. "Good lord, she smacked him over the head with a pillow full of shoes!! And the other, the blonde…she really packs a punch when she wants too! That and those fangs of hers…this is great!!"

"Who's your next group?" asked Grendal lightly. "You must have one coming up soon…"

"Of course I do," replied Devan happily, "Just give me half a second…" He went into a trance, checking up with his book. "Hm…crap." He opened his eyes, rubbing them for a moment before growling slightly. "I'm not waiting that long, I can tell you that much!!"

"What?!" Grendal gave her little brother an odd look as he hurried over to his shelves of supplies, pulling off a couple of bottles and a knife before returning to the table with a determined look on his face. "Devan, what are you…"

"Just lemme alone a sec, alright??"

"Ok, ok…"

He poured some of the liquid from the bottles on the table, patterning them around each other before picking up the knife and pricking both of his palms so a drop of blood would slide down them. Clapping them together over his head, he chanted loudly as the room began to waver slightly.

"Happy now?" asked Grendal, recognizing the time spell for what it was. "How far forward did you put them??"

"Roughly six months, their time. The next group will come in sometime this next month…" said Devan, wavering slightly as he slumped back into his chair. He revived quickly, his power returning to him within seconds as he watched through his scrying crystal as the three student mages went about with the lives they had been living for the past six months.

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Mouse sat towards the southern end of the Pebble Sea on the beach in Sotat, the Stepping Stones Islands within her view as the waves pounded the shore below. They had traveled on from Master Tomlin's to the Pajun Island south of Eemelan, then onto Nidra Island that was across from Hajra in Sotat, and now here.

They had had a few teachers along the, the first one a young woman named Talia who had just earned her mage credentials a year before. She'd been a trip and a half, more often teaching them how not to do things than how they actually worked. She must've blown herself up four times while they were there, and continued to create holes in her workshop from the explosions everyday. That was just the life of a mage who specialized in mage item's chemical reactions, though…

The next had been and older fellow, rather strict and stern at night but rather trippy if you caught him while he was on the drink. Not that he had a problem, oh no, rather, the ale had a problem with him! His gift lay within the brewing of any type of alcohol. However, he could only drink it in it's purest of forms…therefore, often rendering him rather drunk at night and with a monstrous hangover in the morning. Bryanna's gift had come in handy there, taking away the headache and clearing her mind so she could 'teach' them the many uses and brewing of wine, beer, and ale in the morning hours. Randy had used his gift to show the clarity of the wines with a strong light and Olivia re-chilled all the barrels so they would keep the drink inside cool without putting them down in a cellar.

As for their present teacher, well, he wasn't really a teacher at all. He was a noble, one of 'old blood' with 'old money' who liked to throw a couple of parties a week for his other noble friends. They'd have Lightsbridge send them new mages for a week or two at a time and learn the art of entertainment with their gifts. That, or some other use they might have around there.

All of them had grown greatly within their abilities, herself now able to heal almost any type of wound and several other illnesses. Though it left her exhausted for days afterward, she could even reconnect limbs that had been sliced off.

Olivia had pretty much mastered her control over ice. Not that there had been a lot for her to learn, though, not until they found a teacher who had the same gift as she would she learn some of the more difficult aspects of her power. Until then, however, she was more than content to work with what she had.

Randy was struggling with the mastery of his power, his lights often…odd looking compared to normal ones. He could do some light illusions, though, now and enjoyed playing with them at night when they shone clearly against the sky.

Life was good, their teacher's weren't hard, and they could sleep late if they wanted most days.

What had they to complain about?

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Olivia bit her lip as she skillfully sculpted the ice with her power, ignoring the awed nobles behind her as she carefully shaped the wing of the hawk she was creating. Wicked talons gleamed in the mages lights that hung about the room, it's fierce beak sparkling at the tip. It's eyes seemed to glow, pulsating with a light Randy had put in them on a whim.

"That had better not melt it," said Olivia distractedly, concentrating on the sculpture far more than she was on he.

"It won't," he promised, putting more of his power back into a light that had gone dim at the request of their host. "It's can't remember? You're using mage ice…" The lamp flared and showed a bright, steady light like its mates once more.

"Oh yeah…"

"Are you ready to start in the main hall?" asked a richly dressed noble, obviously the head of the house.

"Of course, sir," said Randy, putting the globe back in it's place and bowing respectfully. "Lead the way, my lord."

"Good."

"Excuse me, but could you tell me where I would find my other partner?" asked Olivia, finished with her project and snagging a servant as she went by. The woman nodded, leading her up the staircase and into one of the side rooms. Olivia stuck her head in to see Bryanna seated beside one of their host's children, a youngling who had a horrible fever and was covered in red spots. Bryanna had said it was not contagious, but she would not be able to leave until the girl was able to be cared for by the servants once again. Not that she was complaining, that meant all the more time at the fief with servants to answer to their every whim.

"Mistress," said one of the servants, bowing to her slightly as he stopped before her in the hall. "The Lord of the house requests your presence in the greeting hall. Some of his guests wish to meet the mage who created the sculpture outside his door."

"I'll be down in a second," said Olivia, closing the room's door and heading down the stairs quickly. She was surrounded by several nobles moments later, each one vying for her attention to explain the phenomena before them.

"How is this made??"

"And what is it made of?! I have never seen anything like it…ice that doesn't melt…!"

"Well, it isn't really ice…"

"I'll say it's not! I put a flame to it and it did nothing more than smoke a bit! Couldn't melt or catch it with fire at all from the match I was holding. If that's ice, I'm a Commoner."

"It has ice in it…"

"See, I told you so, Fenal!"

"That's Duke Fenal to you, youngling."

"Enough, enough," said host, hushing them all with a wave of his hand. "Come, Mistress Olivia. Explain this wonder to the good ladies and gentlemen so they can get on with their evening satisfied."

Olivia sighed. It was going to be a long night…

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Randy rolled up his sleeves, making a big show of getting ready as the little children gathered around him noisily. He laughed at them and began to move his hands slowly, making the signs he'd been taught to the beat of his heart.

They backed up to a respectful distance as his hands began to glow, lights appearing above him that moved in patterns and exploded in showers of light that disappeared as they hit the ground. Red, green, blue, purple, and all the shades in between. Their eyes glittered in excitement, screaming and shouting with glee as they began to take the form of butterflies and dragonflies, twirling around overhead, always just out of reach.

"Make a big dragon, Mista!!" cried one of the younger ones, his eyes full of awe at the 'powers' displayed before him. "Make a big 'un! Please??"

Randy nodded, a mischievous look in his eyes. The light he'd been playing with collected over his head, forming into the giant beast the little one had requested. It beat it's wings, rising high into the night sky until it could no longer be seen and melded into the stars themselves that twinkled merrily above.

"Well done, Master Randy!!" said the host, clapping him on the back heartily. "Come, you must be tired and I have some guests I want you to meet. What do you say, children?"

"Thank you, Mista Randy!" they said at once, all giving him bright smiles with their eyes a-glow with wonder.

"Will you be back later??" asked the little boy who'd requested he make a dragon. "Make 'nother big 'un for us?"

"If I can," promised Randy, waving over his shoulder as he was led away to see the other more 'important' guests he was going to be introduced to. "Later, little guy."

"Bye, dragon man!!"

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Another day, another chapter. I'll put up another voting-for-border deal in the next couple chapters, maybe number 4 or 5. Please review, I love you guys for it!! ^_^ Can't wait to hear from you and your ideas about the story.

Anyways, there's something I need to clear up. Mouse = Bryanna. It's her nickname, and the one we used in the first story, but I have problems sometimes calling her by the real one.. ^_^;; Quite horrible about it at times, really.

Another things: Olivia's real name is Sarah. But it's not the same Sarah as in the first one, so if it SAYS Sarah, it means Olivia. Thank you! (I'm allowed to have my…issues too… ^_^;;)

Love and Peace! Ducks and Geese!

~Crosseyedbutterfly~