Frankie's PoV
He groaned. "Thyantra."
The girl with dark hair and paper white skin looked ready to murder Deuce.
Thankfully, another girl, this time with slightly more interesting hair, forced her back. Still working on the how she kept the angry ghoul back, though.
"Let me at 'im." Thyantra struggled against an invisible force.
"Nope," said the other with dark hair that looked as if it had been dip dyed. "We are going to have a civil conversation with him, then you can attempt to kill him." She rolled her eyes.
She seemed to have frozen Thyantra in place as she walked towards us.
I heard Clawd whisper to Deuce, "is that Medealia?"
Deuce nodded.
"You're welcome, by the way." said Dip-dyed, nodding curtly at Deuce, before turning to us.
"I'm Medealia, but you can call me Dee..." She trailed off before mumbling, "actually, you can just call me Medealia."
She shook her head. "Anyway, what are you guys doing here? You don't look like-"
Pegasus whinnied, interrupting her. I had no idea what he said, and I wasn't the only one.
Medealia, however, understood exactly what the winged horse had said.
"Oooooo!" She said. "'Course I'll help, sounds fun! you know, as fun as fighting immortal Titans goes. I'll just go find Ciri" She shrugs nonchalantly, before trailing off awkwardly.
She turned to Thyantra and said sternly, "You aren't allowed to kill him, okay?" Before she snapped her finger and walked away.
Thyantra groans in relief. "That girl has got to make those hexes less strong." She muttered to herself before turning to us.
"So, since I'm not allowed to kill Deuce, what are you doing here?" She wondered, though I think she was being rhetorical, or something, because she had a strange look in her eyes, as if she was testing us.
"Yes, I would like to know the answer to that myself," Dracula said, looking to Medusa, who just pursed her lips and walked away from the group and started patting Pegasus.
Thyantra looked him up and down before grinning.
"I'm not allowed to tell you, even if I wanted to...And I don't," She sniggered.
Anyway, I gotta fly, I'm late for archery." She waved, before leaving, leaving Deuce steaming.
We stood outside the school, waiting, looking a little out of place as people went in and out of the building, until finally we heard protests coming from behind us.
"...I don't want to go anywhere! I have exams-"
"And since when have you cared about exams?" Medealia shot back.
She was dragging a young girl in our direction. She had olive coloured skin and dark eyes. Her clothes reminded me a bit of Isi Dawndancer, but her hair was golden, and she had solid gold stag horns on her head.
"Medealia!" She whined.
"Ciri, we're helping people. You're good at that. I'm not, so we can work together. Please?"
"That's all you had to say, my dear witchy friend."
"Ah, yeah, no. You can NOT call me your 'witchy'," she made quotations with her fingers, "friend."
But you are!"
Medealia rolled her eyes and sighed, ignoring her. "Alright, since we got everyone...we ready to head?"
"Yes, let's go." Dracula said coldly before climbing back onto the pegasus.
"I'll follow you guys on the ground." Ciri said, before morphing into a beautiful golden doe, her horns still golden and shining behind her ears.