Mycah Youngfire's Story

It didn't take much for Tommy to leave, not much motivation either. His now ex wife's fleeting santiy was enough to drive any man away, but after the lost of Andy, and Ashley, they didn't have much left, so when Erieda called, talking about all of her problems, Tommy jumped at the chance.

"Are we truly going to your home realm, milord?" called Mycah Youngfire, a handsome young lad with markings on his pale face, feathers in his long dark hair and a excited grin. "Yes, Mycah, My sister needs me." He said, with the hopes that helping her with her problems, would make him forget his own.

"The Fae Queen, I heard she is the most beautiful creature in all the realms, Is that true? Well, I suppose you wouldn't really notice something like that, but still, she must be lovely." Mycah said excitedly as he followed Tommy, bouncing on his feet. The young dragon boy was excitable, and a terrible flirt, but otherwise harmless, Tommy took to the task of looking after him, after the boy escaped a child fighting ring. Tommy himself dismantled the ring and it's creators and after the lost of his own son, welcomed the chance of bringing up another child.
"She is lovely, Mycah, but she is my sister, and I will not have you being disrespectful, she is....taken." he said, carefully, He was going to say that she was married, but after their conversation, that seemed a little less relevant.
"Of course, Milord, I would never." He said, earnestly and Tommy only smirked. "Good, Let's go." He said and stepped inside of a grand mirror like portal, swirling with pinks and purples, and they were off to the Mortal Realm.

Tommy hadn't realized how much he missed his home until then.

It didn't take him long before he and Mycah made it to the hotel. "Things are small here." Mycah commented and Tommy chuckled. Compared the the things in the Dragon Kingdom, things were small and much less grand, the dragon realm had large pillers of gold and red, everything stood tall and vast. Even now, he wore anarmor, a deep red, and light and Mycah wore a similar garb only less grand and no armor, both of their clothing considerate simple where they came from.

Mycah, unaware, walked right into the door, expecting it to open all it's own. "Opf, What...What is wrong with this door, why does it not open?" Mycah frowned, rubbing his face. Tommy laughed. "That's because you haven't opened it, not all things work like that here." He said, chuckling and Mycah, cheerful as ever, nodded. He was a good student, and accepted things as they were, not how he wanted them to be, unlike most of the world. He was a good kid, and Tommy vowed to protect him with his life, especially after what happened to his own children.

"Here, it is polite to knock first, and let the people inside, open the door, that way, you can introduce yourself and they can greet you properly, and if you are polite enough, they'll let you in." He said and Mycah nodded, and Tommy gestured for him to knock. Mycah rose his hand and knocked, hard, a little too hard, but that was to be expected, he was a young dragon, TOmmy knew his strength was hardly matched, and Mycah probably thought he was knocking lightly.

"It is I, Mycah Youngfire, of the Youngfire Clan, First of my name and Ward of the Great Dryad Dragon Thomas of the Vincent Clan, I bid you welcome!"Mycah said and Tommy laughed behind his hand, but let it go, he thought he was being polite, and so there was no harm it that.

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Both siblings looked up as Sunday appeared at the top of the staircase with a smile, and there was an awful pause that followed, before she spoke. "Oh... Good Morrow," she greeted, making her way downstairs and into the kitchen to join them. Alec returned her smile, grateful at least that she was in a decent mood after last night, but still he felt the need to make some jumbled plans within his own mind for their day together, hoping they could make the best of their time alone before his - or... their - family got in the way.

Eida gave a smile and a small laugh as Sunday hugged her, thanking her for the clothes, but it faded quickly with the mention of Slade, her father, and her recent addition to the family. Eida found herself nodding and not really saying anything, until Alec looked down, at which point she mumbled an 'ah, I see' and let it be. Then came the comment of being able to heal, which Eida had recently come to learn was something of an impossibility before last night; she was just grateful her brother had been nice enough to grant her some context on the situation, 'else she probably would have just stared, uncomprehending. This, however, still happened, as Sunday lifted up her palm like she expected Eida to understand why it was relevant. Alec seemingly did, because he had a stupid smile on his face, a mixture of pride and approval. "It is not wonderful?" she asked, and Eida eyes widened comically, accompanied with a nod, as if agreeing but not really.

"Well, you're in luck, it would seem," he joked. "Before you sit two current students who've never shown an inkling of interest in their studies of the usage of their powers." Eida shook her head; she'd always taken a preference to the mortal realm, and to mortal school, but it was important for her to learn about other things as well, so she wasn't completely useless. "Since you might now know, I can probably tell you what I know about earth manipulation, and Eida can do the same with all of her shadows and stuff... You're part Wraith, anyhow. You might have a natural talent for it. Shadows are known for being easy to manipulate, as far as Supernaturals go," he continued, moving to the fridge as he talked. Eida nodded along with his words, watching him stand before shifting her gaze to Sunday once more. "I've never taught anyone before, so... just keep that in mind if you ever come to me for 'lessons'."

Alec returned from fumbling around the fridge with a bottle of orange soda, which he opened with ease, and passed to Sunday, hoping to bring another smile to her face. He loved it when she smiled. She was so beautiful. As he extended it towards her, there came a knock at the door, which Eida moved to answer so that neither he or Sunday would have to. But the voice that followed the loud knocking stopped Eida in her tracks, right in the doorway to the kitchen. "It is I, Mycah Youngfire, of the Youngfire Clan, First of my name and Ward of the Great Dryad Dragon Thomas of the Vincent Clan, I bid you welcome!" The siblings exchanged glances, with Eida questioning whether or not to even bother opening the door and Alec admitting that he really didn't have an answer for her. Sighing, and after another moment of delay, Eida continued towards the door, which she opened with an unimpressed expression painted on her face. It didn't change when she spotted Tommy stood there, dressed in weird clothes, and it only worsened when she spotted the younger boy stood beside him. "It's too early for noise," she mumbled, sounding tired, and moved out of the way to let them enter. "Welcome back, though," she continued, speaking specifically to her Great Uncle.

Alec made his way into the lobby, catching sight of Mycah first, then Tommy. He greeted them both with a smile, but said nothing at first. He made his way over to the sofa, hopefully followed by Sunday, and took a seat. "I don't know where Grandma is, exactly," Eida said, moving to sit on the arm of the chair. "I'm assuming that's who you're here for. I didn't hear her come in last night..." she continued, and Alec scoffed loudly, causing her to turn her head to him. "Eida, we could've put a lion in your room with you last night and you wouldn't have noticed," he said. "But, nah, I didn't hear anything from Erieda, not after she came in to help Sunday."

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"Well, you're in luck, it would seem," Alec said after smiling widely causing a smile to come to Sunday's face as well. "Before you sit two current students who've never shown an inkling of interest in their studies of the usage of their powers." He said and Sunday took a seat, feeling like this was a lesson she should pay attention to. . "Since you might now know, I can probably tell you what I know about earth manipulation, and Eida can do the same with all of her shadows and stuff... You're part Wraith, anyhow. You might have a natural talent for it. Shadows are known for being easy to manipulate, as far as Supernaturals go," He told her and Sunday looked at her hands. She is Wraith? She should have known, but she'd focused on the better part of her heritage, Being Fae, she hadn't known that she was part Wraith, as Simon didn't seem anything like the Gener---Her Grandfather. The idea of that still scared her. "I've never taught anyone before, so... just keep that in mind if you ever come to me for 'lessons'." Eida said and Sunday smiled. "I have so much to learn, Thank you both." she said. It was then that Alec came over with a bottle of Orange Soda. Sunday's eyes went wide, and she smiled big, clapping her hands in excitement, she loved Orange Soda, almost as much as she loved Alec, only this she wouldn't have to hid. She took the bottle at the same moment, a loud knock came to the front door, it rattled the wood in a way that made Sunday feel uncomfortable. Her smiled faltered some.

"It is I, Mycah Youngfire, of the Youngfire Clan, First of my name and Ward of the Great Dryad Dragon Thomas of the Vincent Clan, I bid you welcome!" came the voice and Sunday cocked her head in a way that was very much like her grandmother as Eida went to do door. Sunday peeked over, and saw a tall dark skinned man at the door with a boy about their age, The man wore armor while the boy wore a feathers in his hair.

It was then that Eida spoke again It's too early for noise," She said, with less enthusiasm then she had when greeting her but she let them in anyway "Welcome back, though," she said and the boy, Mycah, gave a grand bow to Eida.

Mycah wore a large grin when a lovely girl opened the door allowing them entry. He looked at Lord Thomas who gave a nod and gestured for him to enter . When he did, he took the girl's hand, gave a bow, setting a foot in front of him, and bending at the waist so that his dark hair brushed the floor. "My Lady, You honor me with your kindness," He said, and pressed a feather soft kiss to her knuckles, looking up at her with a devilish grin.. "Take it easy, Mycah,"Lord Thomas called, though he grinned. Mycah released the fair maiden's hand and huffed a bit. "You say that, Often my Lord, yet I still do not know what it is you wish me to take, How does one take an Easy.?" Mycah said and Lord Thomas sighed as always. "It's an expression, Mycah"
"Ah yes, Forgive me, I forget." He said and Lord Thomas gave the girl a kiss atop her head.
"I don't know where Grandma is, exactly, The girl said, ""I'm assuming that's who you're here for. I didn't hear her come in last night..." She said and Lord Thomas looked concerned. There was a boy and another girl sitting together, they looked like a couple but apparently not was family. Mycah ignored this. "Eida, we could've put a lion in your room with you last night and you wouldn't have noticed," The boy said teasing the girl,"But, nah, I didn't hear anything from Erieda, not after she came in to help Sunday." He said and Lord Thomas nodded. "That's fine, I’ll wait for her to come back. It’s nice to see you two again.” He said with a smirk to the boy. ”Mycah, This is Alec, my great nephew” He said and Mycah stood straight, placing a solid fist to his chest in salute. ”I am honored, to meet such a man for whom my Lord addresses as Great, Young Lord Alec.” He said and Lord Thomas chuckled. ”He...Well, He’s new, I’ll explain it to him later, Anyway, Mycah, that is Eida, my great neice.” He said and Mycah turned to the girl then and smiled, bowing, though less grandly. ”My Lady Eida.” Mycah said, still smiling, she was quite lovely, he turned away when Lord Thomas spoke again. ”And you must be Sunday, My sister has told me a lot about you, says you’re the sweetest thing she’s ever met.” He said kneeling to the small girl beside Lord Alec, the girl smiled. ”I’m sorry, I do not know you?” she said, softly and Mycah smiled, she seemed like a hatchling, small and sweet. ”I am Thomas, Your Great Uncle, Erieda’s brother, You can call me Tommy.” He said, smiled, and offered the girl a hand, which she took and then shook. ”Nice to meet you ,Tommy.” she said with the sweetest little smile Mycah had ever seen. Mycah bowed to the girl, she seemed too childlike for him to kiss her knuckles so he didn’t. ”My Lady Sunday, It is an honor.” He said and Sunday nodded, she seemed to understand his bowing better then the other two. ”Guys, this is Mycah, My ward, I look after him, he’s new to our realm, so make him feel welcome okay?” he said to the two and Mycah smiled at them.

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"That's fine, I’ll wait for her to come back. It’s nice to see you two again," Thomas said, and both siblings nodded in response, their suspicions confirmed. Eida, being as unnaturally intuitive as she was, feared that Thomas had not come back all the way from the Dragon Realm without reason enough to do so, which in turn meant that Erieda was in some kind of trouble. The thought alone made her stomach turn, and she had to look away from everyone for a moment or two, even as Tommy commented on seeing them again. She didn't hear a response from Alec, but she knew he would've at least offered a smile. Eida was too focused on her own thoughts; if Erieda was in trouble, everyone was screwed. No doubt about it.

When she finally turned back, she caught sight of something that brought a smile to her face, despite herself. Mycah, if she remembered correctly, had a closed fist pressed against Alkec's chest, and to her it looked to be some sort of sign of respect, which was most likely more common in the Dragon Realm than the Mortal. Alec didn't seem to reach the same understanding as his sister, and the urge to slap the unfamiliar boy's fist away from his body was evident only by the slight indecisive twitching of his arm. "I am honoured, to meet such a man for whom my Lord addresses as Great, Young Lord Alec," Mycah announced, and Alec remained speechless for the longest time until Tommy thought to explain the boy's strange behaviour, to which Alec responded with a nod. The boy's focus then returned to Eida and she found herself smiling under his stare; his eyes, she now saw, were surprisingly charming. He was cute, despite his quirkiness. As he bowed, she gave a subtle nod, and she smiled wider, if that was even possible. "My Lady Eida," he spoke.

Mycah's focus turned back to Tommy, and strangely she found herself awaiting - anticipating - the moment where their eyes would meet again. As such, she kept her attention on him, only looking down once in a while so as not to look like a complete creep.

Alec's cold gaze found Tommy as he began to speak to Sunday. His entire body tensed; his Great Uncle was getting too close, and though he had no real reason to be so wary, he could not seem to fight the feeling away. It was consuming him, with each and every word that they exchanged. He found himself subtly reaching an arm across the back of the sofa, so that it was resting behind Sunday's head, but in a manner so casual it couldn't have looked like he was jealous. Of course, his sister, who'd stopped staring at Mycah long enough to notice, picked up on it immediately and gave him a scolding glare, as if warning him to drop it. He didn't act on it. He had no reason to; in his eyes, he was doing nothing wrong. Besides, the way Mycah had been smiling at Sunday made Alec feel a little uncomfortable.

"Guys, this is Mycah, my ward, I look after him, he’s new to our realm, so make him feel welcome, okay?" Tommy asked, and there was a long moment of silence before Alec finally released a huff, avoiding Mycah's smile, whilst Eida found herself captivated by it. "I mean, sure thing... And I'd love to show the dude around," Alec said, clearly lying, "but yesterday was rough, and I wanted to take Sunday out for a bit, to get away from... everything." There was something in his tone that suggested uncertainty, almost as if it was a question more than an outright statement. He hadn't actually asked Sunday if she wanted to go anywhere, because he hadn't had the chance to, but he was hoping both that he could spend some time alone with her and that also she'd see how much he didn't want to be around his family and go along with it for a while. Casting a glance at Eida, he smirked. "Eida can make him feel... welcome, if he'd like."

A small amount of shadows pulled from the darker recesses from the room formed a whip and smacked Alec around the back of the head, causing a chuckle to erupt from him, and Eida shook her head in disapproval as she turned her head to Mycah. "Up for a tour, kid?"

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[center] Sunday smiled at the new people that had arrived. Tommy was nice and Mycah seemed valiant. He was Tommy ward, which meant that Mycah didn't have a family of his own, and Tommy was looking after him. She could see how he and her grandmother were related, they both seemed to care for all manner of creature. "I mean, sure thing... And I'd love to show the dude around," Alec said and Sunday looked at him. "but yesterday was rough, and I wanted to take Sunday out for a bit, to get away from... everything." He said and Sunday looked down at her feet, she was in a better mood, so clearly this was more of his benefit then hers, but at the same time, she didn't care, any excuse for to be with Alec, alone, was good enough for her. He turned to Eida, with a grin that clearly meant he was up to no good, with caused Sunday to smile. "Eida can make him feel... welcome, if he'd like." He said and there was clearly something she missed because shadows sprang up and hit him in the back of the head causing Sunday to jump but he only laughed in response.

Mycah seemed just as confused as she was, but they both let it go. "Up for a tour, kid?" She offered and Mycah gave a grin. "I would be honored, my lady." he said, but no sooner had he said that, did her grandmother enter the room, walking through the door that Tommy and Mycah had entered.

"Oh, you made it," Erieda said with a smile, she looked tired, but somehow still impossibly beautiful. She walked over, and hugged her brother, who hugged her back. Sunday looked away, she wanted her brother to be like that, but he wasn't, and after last night, he'd probably never be.
"Of Course, you called, I came," Tommy said before releasing her, and gesturing to Mycah, who seemed not to know where to look.
"E, This is Mycah, the one I was telling you about."
"Ah, yes, Mycah, I remember, Nice to meet you, Mycah."
Mycah dropped to a knee, a fist over his chest. "It is...a great honor, My Queen of the Faeries, you humble me with your presence,I thank you, for allowing me into your home." He said, still not looking at her. Erieda smiled at her brother then Mycah. "Rise, Mycah Youngfire, You are a guest in my home, and you have been a great help to my brother, it is I that thanks you." She said, tipping his chin with a finger, Mycah looked as though he could fall over and die right then. He looked to Tommy for help, unsure of what to do next. "Eida was just about to show him around,"Tommy said, as Mycah rose to his feet, with a nod. "Oh, how nice, please, Go on." She said and gestured for Mycah to go to her and he did, after bowing to each of them before offering his hand, gentlemenly to Eida. "Milady?"

In that moment, Sunday looked up. "Alec and I were going to go someplace too." Sunday said, not really sure why. ERieda smiled. "That's good, how about you, take her to the mall, help her get some clothes, and things for her bedroom, she'll be staying with us, until Simon returns." She said and Sunday smiled at Alec. "You know where my card is, spend as much as you need." She said with a smile to the both of them, though she was talking to Alec and Sunday stood up and hugged her. "Thank you, so much,Grandmother." She said and Erieda kissed the top of her head. "Of course, Darling, now go, make sure you're back before supper." she said and Sunday nodded, then took Alec's hand, pulling his to his feet. "I am so excited, I have never been to a 'Mall' before." She said, and wasn't entirely sure what it was, but she figured it was someplce to get new things, something she was excited to do.

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Eida's disgruntled expression faded within seconds as a grin found its place on Mycah's face, bringing a charm to his features. "I would be honoured, my lady," he replied, and Eida parted her lips, aiming to tell him that he didn't need to refer to her as such, but Erieda entered the hotel through the front door and suddenly all attention seemed to go to her, which effectively put an end to Eida's attempt at speaking. There was something off about Erieda, and it wasn't just the way she looked so tired. She was tainted, in some strange way, but Eida couldn't put her finger on what it was. The faintest wisp of an idea entered her mind, and she stayed quiet from then on.

Alec watched the interaction between the siblings with a slight sense of curiosity; since Tommy had not visited much, none of the younger generation had gotten the chance to see how they were towards each other. They seemed to be friendly, but something wasn't right. He wasn't as intuitive as his sister, and if he'd inherited any of his parent's abilities - like she had - then he hadn't realised it yet, but even he was getting a strange feeling, like they both knew something that the rest of them didn't. He was dragged from his brief train of thought when Sunday's head turned, like she had to look away from the scene before her. He understood that, in a way. She'd only just found out she had a brother, and Kellin hadn't left the best of first impressions. No doubt Sunday still felt bad. The arm that Alec had snaked behind her head shifted, so that he could pat her gently on the shoulder in an attempt to comfort her, before it moved back to where it was.

"Eida was just about to show him around," Tommy said, and Eida looked up then, having spent most of the past minute or so staring down at her hands. She looked almost thoughtful, but still alert. "Oh, how nice, please, go on," Erieda persisted, and Eida watched as Mycah approached her, stealing her attention immediately. "Milady?" he said, as if he was asking her to take his hand, which she did after only a second of hesitation. She hadn't thought the touching was all that necessary, but she wasn't going to say no. She gave him a soft smile as she stood, still having to look up at him, but then her attention turned back to Erieda. Her eyes were attempting to read her body language, to no avail. She'd have to get closer if she wanted any chance at getting in on their secret. She faked a sudden look of realisation, and slipped her hand out of Mycah's for a moment. "I just need to go grab something," she said, directly to him, before rushing upstairs.

"Alec and I were going to go someplace too," Sunday blurted, and Alec's eyes instantly went to Erieda, whose reaction he was almost dreading. He didn't know how much she knew about things, about how much he cared for her - and not in the way one cousin cares for another - so he remained silent for a little while, his eyes wary for any signs of disapproval. "That's good, how about you, take her to the mall, help her get some clothes, and things for her bedroom, she'll be staying with us, until Simon returns. You know where my card is, spend as much as you need," Erieda said, and Alec felt a weight lift off of his chest. He returned Sunday's smile, only briefly, but it faded somewhat when Sunday embraced Erieda, and called her 'grandmother'. That would take some getting used to, he realised.

Suddenly, he was being pulled to his feet, and he could only offer a faint chuckle. "I am so excited, I have never been to a 'Mall' before," she said, and Alec smiled as if the information really wasn't too hard to believe. "It's just a huge ass building," he said, leading her towards the location of Erieda's card, which he'd been dying to get his hands on for a while. "Filled with shops and stuff, to buy things. We've got to get you a lot of stuff, so it's perfect." Slipping it into his pocket, he entered the lobby and made a straight line for the door, passing by Erieda and Tommy with only a mumbled goodbye, just as Eida came down the stairs and guided Mycah in the same direction. Alec was just happy to be getting away from all the supernatural crap; a simple shopping trip with Sunday would be a much-needed breath of fresh air. He waited until they were a little way away from the hotel, and out of Mycah and Eida's sight, before finally relaxing and moving his arm over Sunday's shoulder. He gave her a smile. The mall was only a short distance from them.

Eida slung her bag over her shoulder, and as she passed Mycah, she gave a gentle nudge to his arm as if to gesture that he should follow. She didn't bother taking his hand again, she needed it free for a couple of moments. Besides, she hardly knew the guy. Eida was, to use mortal terms, rather easy. She was more Fae than her brother - despite her powers being centred mainly around her (mostly) Wraith parents - and seemed to have gotten all of her mother's quirks, so she craved intimacy more often than she liked to admit. If Mycah wanted sex, there was no problem, but he seemed too much like a gentleman - charming as he was - and all the silly little things such as hand-holding and being close to someone was not something she ever took well to, at least with men. She gave him another soft smile as she made her way to the door, and acted as if she hadn't been paying attention to her path, allowing herself enough closeness with Erieda that their knuckles brushed against each other, and that was enough for a brief sensation to flicker through Eida's body, straight into her mind. She had meant to turn and apologise, but the words hitched in her throat, and she found herself backing out of the doorway with strangled sound and a confused glare, directed straight at her grandmother.

There was not one image in her mind, but two. One for each second that the vision lasted. Neither was clear, but they weren't hard to figure out. She'd seen her fair share of blurry visions, enough that she could depict strange scenes with ease. The first image contained blood, and a man. The second, a man and a woman, holding each other. The woman looked like Erieda, with her caramel skin and long, dark hair. She didn't know the man, but it certainly wasn't her grandfather. With that, she grabbed Mycah's arm, and hurried away from the hotel.

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As the two of them arrived at the mall, Alec was relieved to find that the car park wasn't really as crowded as he thought it would be. Then a realisation came to him, and he checked the watch he kept on his wrist, letting out a laugh. They should've been in school. It was still a week day, and it was around 9am, roughly. No wonder the place wasn't too crowded, though he doubted they would've been the only teenagers there who'd skipped out on their education for the day. Besides, even if he'd remembered, he wouldn't have wanted to send Sunday back to the school after all that happened the day before, and he couldn't have left her in the hotel on her own. She needed to be cheered up, and he had the feeling that buying her a shit load of new stuff was one of the ways to go about accomplishing that.

Still with his arm over her shoulder, Alec guided Sunday towards the building, and as they entered he gave a brief glance at his surroundings, letting out a huff as if he was sort of lost, unsure of what to do first or how to even go about doing it. Eida always took charge when they had to do shopping, so suddenly being the one who had to take the lead was unusual.

"Right, well, here's the thing," he said, returning his arm to his side as he turned to look directly at her. "The shops we go to first depend on what you want to buy first," he continued, gesturing around them at all the choice, which he knew might've seemed a bit overwhelming, but not quite scary. "You don't have anything, so we're going to have to go to a lot of places, but I think we'll stop for lunch at some point... Let's see... You're going to need clothes and furniture, most importantly. But then there's... hygiene products, and all that crap." Touching his hand to his forehead, he turned his attention back to Sunday. "I'm sure I'll remember everything else as we're going along. Is there anything you wanted to get first? It's completely your choice, I'm good with anything."

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Eida didn't know what she'd been expecting to see when she bumped into Erieda, but that wasn't it. It didn't tell her anything in particular, and she wasn't alone so she couldn't stew in silence as she thought about it for a while. In the few seconds that she was moving away from the hotel, a whole disarray of thoughts entered her mind, taunting her with all the possibilities and explanations. The most prominent of which being something that turned her stomach to think about. She shook her head and drew her arms so that they were crossed over her stomach, and she didn't give Mycah the time of day until she was at a safe distance away, at which point she slowed into a regularly paced walk, her eyes shifting around the forest that seemed to part for the path into Parkwood.

"I'll take you to the main town first," she said after a moment or two, her head turning to him, "so that you can get a basic feel for the town." Lifting her hand, she ran it through her brown hair, bringing it around so that it rested over her shoulders. She hadn't bothered to put on a jacket or anything, which she then realised was incredibly stupid of her. It probably wasn't even cold, but shivers ran up and down her spine regardless, and she found herself somehow unable to hold Mycah's gaze. "The mortals aren't exciting in any way, shape or form. It's actually a really boring town, where nothing ever seems to happen... I think that's what makes it so... attractive," she murmured, getting carried away. "It's just normal. And I like normal." She didn't bother to ask him his views; she found herself not caring too much.

Reaching the end of the road, she continued on for a bit, before they reached the centre of the town; a small market place, near enough empty but for the odd couple or wandering mortal eyeing up the vegetables laid neatly on the stalls. Most people's eyes were drawn to Mycah, and his strange attire, which she'd completely forgotten to tell him to change before they got out of the hotel. She'd been too distracted to worry about how people would view them. A lot of them were frowning, turning to others and muttering hushed questions or insults. Eida sent a glare of daggers at each and every one of them. "People just aren't used to seeing others in... feathers and cloaks, and stuff, y'know." She turned to him then, her gaze oddly understanding but also a little stern. "And, not to offend you, but you might want to tone down on all the 'my lady, my lord' stuff. The behaviour that's normal in the Dragon Realm, people here find it weird. Just... act how I act, and you should be fine, yeah?"

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Mycah waited patiently for the lady. He hadn't known what she wished to retrieved but she seemed to have found her quarry and soon they were off, although there was a lingering pause as the Lady seemed to grew dizzy. She shook it off like a solider and dragged him off. Women were odd, even here, Mycah realized. The Lord Thomas told him so but even still, hearing it and experiencing it were two entirely different things. "I'll take you to the main town first," She said. , "so that you can get a basic feel for the town." She said and seemed a bit rather stressed. He didn't know why when just moments ago, she was fine. He didn't ask, not yet anyway. "The mortals aren't exciting in any way, shape or form. It's actually a really boring town, where nothing ever seems to happen... I think that's what makes it so... attractive," She went on and Mycah only smiled, noticing how the conversation, one sided as it was, took an interesting turn."It's just normal. And I like normal." She said, and they went on with their walk.
Mycah wasn't a quiet person, by any means, but the Lady seemed to be in her own thoughts so he kept his to himself, until requested. She was royal, anyway, he was not, it was amazing that they were even walking and talking as if they were both in the same class.

As they reached the town square, he noticed many of the people looking at him, some were frowning, others mumbling. Mycah didn't understand why, so he only smiled and continued on proudly, only for the Lady Eida to stop him. She seemed to be more bothered by this then he was. "People just aren't used to seeing others in... feathers and cloaks, and stuff, y'know." She said and he looked down at himself. His clothing was rather actually. He looked back up at her confused. "And, not to offend you, but you might want to tone down on all the 'my lady, my lord' stuff. The behaviour that's normal in the Dragon Realm, people here find it weird. Just... act how I act, and you should be fine, yeah?" She said and he upturned his lips with a huff from his nose.
"So It is my clothing that offends? Then I shall removed them at once. Mi....Um...." He said, shook his head and quickly removed his cloak, tunic revealing rippling muscles beneath olive skin, marked with red and black markings similar to the one he wore on his face, though these swirled and curves like illustrated flames. "Is this better, Milady?" Remembering late, that he was not supposed to call her that, he draped his cloak and tunic over his arm, and stood straight, hoping this suited the lady better then his attire did, she was Fae after all, he had heard the often, they would walk around completely bare in their own realm, so he wondered if that's what she'd prefer, he left his trousers and booted moccasins on. Even if she asked, he wouldn't remove those, at least, not unless she wished to be alone, though at the same time, He wasn't sure the Lord Thomas would be very keen on taking her to bed.

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It only took Eida a second to see that Mycah hadn't responded well to her criticism or guidance, which she had only offered to him so that he could avoid being stared at and mocked relentlessly. She'd been doing him a favour, or so she thought, but the way he upturned his lips and huffed in frustration gave off the impression that he hadn't appreciated it at all. "So it is my clothing that offends? Then I shall removed them at once. Mi... Um..." he started, and her eyes widened immediately. She turned her head to him so suddenly that it took her eyes a moment to catch up, and she parted her lips to stutter a command. "No, no, Mycah, you don't nee-" she started, before she brought her hand up to her eyes to shield them, as if entirely embarrassed by the situation, and turned her head away. "Oh my God."

"Is this better, Milady?" he asked, and Eida let another moment or two of silence pass them by before she finally let her hand drop, but she didn't look at him straight away. She could feel the heat rising to her cheeks, and did not doubt that a blush would be reddening them soon enough. However, it was not a giggly high school girl kind of blush, it was one of complete and utter embarrassment. She felt like a mother whose child had stripped down bare in front of the entire town. She couldn't even bring herself to look at the reactions around them; the gasps and mutters of distant passers-by were enough for her to gather that he'd only made the situation worse.

"I swear to every deity known to man and supernatural kind, if you do not put your clothes back on right now, I will skin you alive where you stand," she hissed, finally turning her head - slowly - in her direction. She tried her best to keep a steady gaze on his eyes, not allowing it to travel downwards for fear that she'd crumble. She could see merely out of the corner of her eye that he had a muscular figure. She let out a heavy, drawn-out sigh, pinching the bridge of her nose. Just one peak, she thought to herself, growing annoyed by the temptation to merely look down. Her eyes flickered to his chest, and then travelled down, tracing each of his muscles in fine detail. "You know what," she continued, her voice quietening, "don't bother."

It was then that something pulled her from her dazed state, and put some sense back into her. She looked up, her expression much less serious than it had been, as if he mood had brightened somehow. "Listen... I think you have every right to wear what you want. If you're comfortable in it, then... everything's fine. I'm not going to say you have to act like a mortal, 'cause in truth I've got no control over you," she said, moving her arms so that they were almost hugging her body. "I only made the suggestion and said the things I did because mortals aren't as understanding about Dragon Realm attire and behaviour. They're bitter, judgemental creatures. But, at the end of the day, if these people don't bother you, then we've got nothing to worry about here." She offered him a warm smile, her hand absentmindedly moving to his arm.

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"I swear to every deity known to man and supernatural kind, if you do not put your clothes back on right now, I will skin you alive where you stand,"she snapped, causing Mycah to look at her horrified. He began to quickly tug on his tunic only for her to stop him. "You know what," she continued,her voice softer now. "don't bother."
Mycah was very confused, so he just decided it was probably for the best that he put his tunic and cloak back on.

She seemed to cheer up in that instant in a way the made him even more confused. "Listen... I think you have every right to wear what you want. If you're comfortable in it, then... everything's fine. I'm not going to say you have to act like a mortal, 'cause in truth I've got no control over you," She said and he frowned as she seemed to retreat unto herself. "I only made the suggestion and said the things I did because mortals aren't as understanding about Dragon Realm attire and behaviour. They're bitter, judgmental creatures. But, at the end of the day, if these people don't bother you, then we've got nothing to worry about here." she told him and Mycah nodded, understanding now. This wasn't about offending her, this was about offending the onlookers, to whom's opinion Mycah cared very little about.
"I believe I understand now, Lady Eida, but I should inform you that, I only stripped my clothing for your sake, not theirs. I have been teased and ridiculed alot as a child, so often that it used to hurt me, but now, I care not. I am no child, so teasing and such, is of little consequence to me. I only change for those I deem important, you are one of those people, the mortals here are not so if you, my Lady Eida, believe I should blend in with them, then I will, but if not, I am proud of who I am, and find no fault in it." He said, with a smile.

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Eida listened to Mycah as he spoke, nodding along, smiling and murmuring agreements wherever appropriate. For the most part, though, she remained silent, allowing each word to settle into her mind completely. She had the horrible habit of over-thinking things, and analysing each miniscule piece of information as if it meant something much bigger than it did. As such, the things he was saying were striking her as particularly weird, especially considering they'd only met within the hour. I only change for those I deem important, you are one of those people, he'd said, and although Eida could feel herself blushing at that, she still couldn't fight back the small frown weighing on her brows. She wondered if she was important not because of any real reason, but instead because she was the Crown Princess. The latter was much less preferable, in her opinion, but not offensive.

When he'd finished speaking, she felt bad about even suggesting that he should change himself for the mortals. She, like him, suddenly found herself not caring about them at all, and even as they passed - their whispers right in her ears - she could not tear her eyes away from Mycah as he stood before her, an affectionate smile working its way onto her lips then. "I'm sorry, Mycah," she said, bringing her arms in to shove her hands in her pockets. "For making you think you had to change for me, or for anyone." She paused, as if trying to collect her thoughts, her gaze shifting. "Personally, I like you as you are. And you've a lot to be proud of."

Spinning on her heel, Eida began walking down the streets once more, keeping her pace slow but still reasonable. She had no idea where she was supposed to take him; she'd never given anyone a tour of Parkwood before, and she couldn't exactly ask him what he wanted to do because he'd most likely never been to the human realm before. She let out a huff, her eyes skimming the buildings around her as they exited the market area. It was then that she spotted a café, and an expression of relief settled on her features. "Thank God," she said, her voice mingling with a sigh, "I need tea. Now." She absentmindedly reached for his hand, and guided him over to the entrance, where she then looked around for a good seat and - after finding one - led Mycah to it.

"It would probably be pointless to ask what you want, huh..." she mumbled, revisiting her earlier point that he likely wasn't familiar with such places. "What sort of thing do you drink in the dragon realm? Or eat?"

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Alec watched Sunday with a subtle smile on his lips as her eyes skimmed the choices around them. It was another moment before she released a squeal, which took him off guard quite a bit and made him step back; once he realised it was an excited squeal, he rolled his eyes. "I wish to go in there!" she said, and it wasn't until she pointed out what she was looking at that Alec let out a small laugh. Trust her to go for such a shop, he thought, his smile widening as he squeezed her hand lightly. "Alright, alright," he said, "we'll go there first." And with that, he began walking over to the shop, having to navigate his way through small crowds of people to get there. He hadn't even reached the shop before he caught sight of someone, stood far enough away that Sunday - in her excited state - wouldn't have noticed, but Alec was more alert. The man was hideously deformed, and half-hidden behind a potted plant, watching them. No doubt he belonged to the Remei, or one of their allies, but Alec wasn't worried. He'd probably been sent to observe. Shopping wouldn't give him a lot to go on.

As they entered the store, Alec looked around, his eyebrows rising so far up his forehead, he feared they might join with his hair completely. "Well, we've got no shortage of money," he said, almost happily, as he patted his pocket. "So, just pick anything out that you like - and make sure it's the correct size - then we'll buy it. But... just... stay where I can see you, alright? No wandering off."

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. "I'm sorry, Mycah," Lady Eida said and Mycah's brow stitched some. "For making you think you had to change for me, or for anyone." she paused a moment, and Mycah felt a bashful, though his face didn't betray it. "Personally, I like you as you are. And you've a lot to be proud of." She said and he grinned bashfully, a smirk tugging his lips.

Soon Lady Eida spun, and started walking again and Mycah followed easily.

"Thank God," she said, suddenly, breaking Mycah from his mind wanderings. "I need tea. Now." She said, taking his hand. He allowed this, letting her take him wherever she was headed.
"It would probably be pointless to ask what you want, huh..." she mumbled, as Mycah looked around, his arm slung over the back of his chair. A few girls giggled when his gaze washed over them. He gave a respectful nod, to which they returned with bashful waves before he turned his attention back to Eida "What sort of thing do you drink in the dragon realm? Or eat?"

Mycah grinned. "Well, that's a large question, we have these um, disks, we call them, Lava chips, they are made of a stone, that becomes sweet when heated and we cook them ourselves. " He said, took a deep breath, then blew on his finger, which caught fire like a newly lit candle. With a flick, the flame was gone. He looked up, thinking. "We usually drink, honeyed wine, or juniper mead, but water, and tea is fine too." He said with a shrug. "What of you, Milady, It is clear you enjoy a good tea, is that your favorite?"

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Eida was almost captivated by Mycah's grin as it spread across his lips, though she kept her expression as passive as possible, allowing him to speak without interruption. "Well, that's a large question, we have these um, disks, we call them, Lava chips, they are made of a stone, that becomes sweet when heated and we cook them ourselves," he explained, and as Eida listened, an amused smile settled on her mouth, though her eyes held a curiosity that questioned him for more. As he inhaled, she held her breath, and when he exhaled again a flame caught on his finger, flickering gently. She watched it, her head tilting to one side. When it went out, she forced her eyes back up to his, looking both intrigued and impressed at the same time. "We usually drink honeyed wine, or juniper mead, but water and tea is fine too," he continued, and she nodded. After realising that she'd slowly been leaning forward throughout the conversation, she settled back into her chair, a sudden sense of calm washing over her.

"What of you, Milady, it is clear you enjoy a good tea, is that your favourite?" he enquired, and Eida gave an absentminded shrug, her eyes shifting around the room to the table of girls who'd previously been making eyes at Mycah. Not that she could blame them, but their presence in the café annoyed her greatly. She didn't quite know why. After a second of delay, she turned her gaze back to Mycah, and cleared her throat quietly. "When you come from a family like mine, where everything is just drama all the time, you tend to look to the simple things in life to relieve you of your stress. Whether it's a friend, a book, or a cup of tea," she said, sounding almost distant, as if she wasn't quite sure how to word the sentence correctly. "I mostly rely on intimacy," she admitted, without shame. "But tea works too."

A second or two later, someone approached to take their order, and she thanked the heavens that it was a man; if another girl giggled at Mycah within arms-reach of Eida, she'd wring their neck where they stood, regardless of the mortals around her. He wrote down their order; she'd asked for a tea, and had allowed Mycah to choose his own beverage, and when the man left to go retrieve the drinks, Eida gave Mycah another smile. "So, you work quite closely with Tommy in the Dragon Realm?" she asked. "What do you do, exactly?"

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"When you come from a family like mine, where everything is just drama all the time, you tend to look to the simple things in life to relieve you of your stress. Whether it's a friend, a book, or a cup of tea," she said and Mycah nodded along. "I mostly rely on intimacy," she spoke and Mycah was quite glad he wasn't drinking anything, otherwise, he would have choked on it. Was she....Of course not, she was his Lady, she wouldn't be so forward....right? "But tea works too." She said and he nodded, not trusting himself to speak at the moment.
A moment later, a man approached them and asked for their order, Mycah who had no idea what he meant, having been used to just being served whatever the cooks or royals decided they wanted to that day, was a bit confused by the question, yet Eida spoke about wanting tea and Mycah opted for whatever they had hot, which was tea and or coffee. He opted for the coffee, since they didn't have honeyed wine or mead around here.
With that, Eida turned to him with a smile. "So, you work quite closely with Tommy in the Dragon Realm?" she asked and he nodded. "What do you do, exactly?" With that he smiled.

"Well, I do many things, I'm a steward of sorts, I fetch his armor, clean his weapons, he doesn't ask me, but I owe him my life, so he allows it, but he would much rather I do something else." He said, with a chuckle. Lord Thomas was an odd royal "On my own, I am a performer, A fire Dancer."He said with a grin and it was then that the girls ame over, four of them, though three stood back while one, a pretty girl with yellow hair, approached him. He looked up curiously.
"Excuse me, but um....Are you like... an actor or something?" She asked, with a nervous titter. Mycah frowned some, but smiled. "I do not believe so, no..." He said and the girl looked at her friends. "Your clothes, were thought you were like an actor....and they were like filming a movie." She said and Mycah while thoroughly confused only smiled, his clothing seemed to be the topic of the day... "I know, you're one of those singers, in like a boy band from like Korea or something, right?" Mycah looked to Eida for a moment. "I am no singer, miss, I am performer, a fire dancer." He said, just being honest. "Oh! That's so cool!" She said, while her friends awed behind her. "Can you do a dance for us?"
Mycah looked at Eida. "I don't know, I am here with a....friend beside, I haven't my equipment?" He said, he remembered how Eida told him not to say My Lady in front of the mortals.
"Oh, come on, PLease?" She begged, batting her lashes. Mycah was never one to deny a pretty girl anything, so he relented. "Only if my friend here, allows it."

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"Well, I do many things, I'm a steward of sorts, I fetch his armor, clean his weapons, he doesn't ask me, but I owe him my life, so he allows it, but he would much rather I do something else," Mycah explained, and Eida nodded along, catching every word and imprinting it in her memory, should she ever need to remember it again later. "On my own, I am a performer, a fire dancer," he then went on to say, and she raised an eyebrow, still smiling curiously at him. His grin was amazing, she reflected, but it faded some as a group of girls approached their table, interrupting the conversation before she could ask another question or even comment on his performance skills. Her gaze shifted slowly towards them, her eyes cold enough to freeze them in their place. As the blonde came closer, Eida was finding it increasingly more difficult to keep her butt in the chair, as the desire to lunge forward was getting stronger by the second.

"Excuse me, but um... Are you like... an actor or something?" the girl asked, and Eida couldn't help but roll her eyes at the question. How ridiculous, she thought, moving her hands over to fiddle with a packet of sugar that was kept in a little stand on the table. The rustling sound and the motion of shaking the little packet were the only things keeping her grounded, because her mind was all over the place, her good mood having been crapped all over by the presence of those girls. Not one of them seemed to notice her annoyed state, because they all kept their eyes glued to Mycah. An unnatural cold began creeping up her legs, and in that second she realised the shadows were creeping over her body, starting with her feet. She needed to calm herself, or she'd be black as night within minutes.

She'd become distracted, and only snapped back to reality once the man from moments ago placed a cup of tea in front of her, and another cup of coffee in the centre of the table. He'd have pushed it closer to Mycah, maybe, if that dumb blonde hadn't been stood in his way, still questioning Mycah about his clothes and his 'occupation'. Eida was grateful for the fact that she had her tea, but as she sipped it, she realised her mood wasn't getting any better. In fact, when Mycah turned to her suddenly, she felt herself gripping the mug tighter. Any more and it would shatter under her fingers. She said nothing to him as he tried to explain that he wasn't a Korean pop star of any description, and that he was instead a fire dancer, which caused Eida to - yet again - roll her eyes. She knew what was coming before it even left the girl's lips, but that didn't make it any easier to swallow.

"Only if my friend here, allows it." Those were the words, the ones that swooped her off her feet and hurled her over the cliff's edge. Her eyes snapped back to Mycah, their usual blue having been drained and replaced by pitch black. The shadows, by this point, were creeping up her chest, just moments away from peaking out of her shirt. She set her cup down, a little too hard, and cracked it from the bottom upwards, scolding tea washing over her hand and wrist. She didn't seem phased by it, much to the surprise of the girls stood behind the blonde. "Oh, no no, don't let me stop you," she hissed, her voice practically dripping with venom. "Wait, better yet," she continued, standing up as her voice rose, "why don't you take your clothes off again? They'll love that, and you never know, if you're lucky they might all spread their legs for you. Oh, and they can finish up the tour too," she ranted, a sardonic smile working its way onto her lips. "I'd probably just get in the way of all the fun you're going to have, dazzling their dull little minds with your pretty lights and flames." She then decided to leave them to it, but didn't give the girls half a chance to move out of her way before she sent one of them flying over a table, and the other three had a bit of a stumble, having jumped back a little sooner than the former.

And with that, she was moving down the streets of Parkwood, purposely choosing a complicated route so that she wouldn't be so easy to follow if Mycah had any desire to try. He was probably too busy entertaining his new lady friends to bother. But, the confusing thing was that she didn't know if she wanted him to try, or if she wanted to be left alone. Bringing her arms in to hug her torso, she let out a slow groan, fixing her eyes on the ground. She wasn't used to being this confused, and her anger was still brimming. The shadows had now passed the neck of her t-shirt, and were halfway up her throat, dangerously close to reaching and covering her face. They'd already reached her fingertips. Glancing around, she found the first alleyway she saw and stepped into it, using the darkness to cover herself.

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"Oh, no no, don't let me stop you," Lady Eida hissed. Her words meant one thing but her tone was another. Did she want him to or not? "Wait, better yet," He blinked as she stood. "why don't you take your clothes off again? They'll love that, and you never know, if you're lucky they might all spread their legs for you. Oh, and they can finish up the tour too," She said, and Mycah was floored. He didn't understand her sudden rage. The girls seemed to turn their noses up at her, but Mycah only briefly noticed as his eyes never left Eida. "I'd probably just get in the way of all the fun you're going to have, dazzling their dull little minds with your pretty lights and flames." She said, and with that she was off but not before, she shoved the yellow haired girl across the room. In a fiery blaze, Mycah teleported from his seat, to the girl, catching her before she hit the ground, and in the same moment, he was off again, out of the shop and down the street, searching for Eida.

Mycah was a young dragon, so he had an animal like nature, and enjoyed...the hunt. Eida was gone now, from his sight, but now he had something to hunt. It didn't take long for him to catch her scent, he'd absentmindedly collected hers, the Queens, Lord Alec and Lady Sunday's upon meeting them. Smelling the air, he found that she wasn't far.

He followed it until a dark alley. He could hardly see the sunlight for it, but it didn't matter, he was made of fire. He took a deep breath, then blew on his hand, when ignited so that he could see.

"Lady Eida? I'm sorry to have upset you...though I'm not entirely sure what I've done wrong, but you are upset, and for that I am truly sorry. Tell me what I've done, wrong milady, allow me to correct my mistake."

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Much to Eida's surprise, it didn't take Mycah too long to find her location. But as she thought about it a little more, she mentally slapped herself for not having figured it out sooner. He was a dragon and although he was in his human form, he would've retained a lot of his animalistic qualities, once of which being the ability to track and locate prey as needed. Her grip on her torso tightened considerably, finding herself nervous for many different reasons. She couldn't have known how Mycah would react to her little outburst of temper, and so the idea of being tracked like prey to a beast was unsettling in more ways than one. As she looked up, she analysed his expression - her Wraith eyes allowing her to see clearly in the dark - and he didn't seem too annoyed, or so she thought.

Skilfully, he caught a fire in his palm, and held it up to guide his path, not that it would have helped too much. Despite her human clothing, which was mostly all light in colour, her skin did an undeniably good job of blending her into the darkness. Her hair writhed and moved, completely turned to shadows, while the rest of her body looked like she'd been dipped in a bath of black ink. "Lady Eida? I'm sorry to have upset you... though I'm not entirely sure what I've done wrong, but you are upset, and for that I am truly sorry. Tell me what I've done, wrong milady, allow me to correct my mistake," he said, and she let out a long sigh, almost as if she was deflating very slowly. She stepped back a bit to prevent him from getting too close; she could control this form well enough, but her impulses were heightened considerably. It was something she could not change, and unless he said or did something to improve her mood entirely, there was no saying what she'd try to do. Not only was she a Wraith, but also a Fae, and most importantly a Davenport.

"Don't apologise," she said with a sigh, "it wasn't your fault. You were just being polite. I overreacted, as per usual." She moved even further back, and leaned her back against the wall, her eyes (which were completely black) skimming over the flame he held in his hand, before they finally trained themselves on his eyes. "I didn't want to be one of those girls who blamed every mood swing on their true nature, but... that's what it was. I'm usually a lot calmer, and happier, than that." Her words were true, although there was a lot she was holding back on. It would have been both difficult and awkward to explain, but as she looked up at him, she found no other way to excuse her horrible actions towards him and the girls in the café. "I've always retained a lot of Fae traits, so I get... jealous and territorial, and consequently emotional, even if the person I'm jealous over isn't... mine, y'know." She took a breath, and exhaled very slowly. "It's probably for the best if I just keep my distance from you for a bit," she said, although there was hesitation in her voice, as if she really didn't want to be away from him but she was doing what she thought was best for the both of them.

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"Don't apologise," The Lady said after revealing herself. "it wasn't your fault. You were just being polite. I overreacted, as per usual." She said, and Mycah frowned sadly. He didn't understand this one bit. Her now dark eyes watched the flames in his hand, before turning his attention back to his eyes. "I didn't want to be one of those girls who blamed every mood swing on their true nature, but... that's what it was. I'm usually a lot calmer, and happier, than that." She told him and Mycah just let her speak. "I've always retained a lot of Fae traits, so I get... jealous and territorial, and consequently emotional, even if the person I'm jealous over isn't... mine, y'know."Mycah was a dragon, he knew what she meant better then she thought. Granted he wasn't particularly territorial, although he had an unhealthy obsession with gold and a dragon's rage was legendary, especially when awaken too soon. He didn't know how many times that Lord Thomas dodged a fireball, when he woke him too soon. After a while, Lord Thomas just stopped waking him so this he understood. She took a breath again before speaking. "It's probably for the best if I just keep my distance from you for a bit," With that, Mycah frowned some, but then stepped forward, shaking the flame from his hand, though he used his other to take hers. He bowed grandly. "My Sweet Lady Eida, I am a dragon, our rage is the stuff of legend, we are greedy, and prone to violent outbursts, I understand better then you know. I do not fault you for your nature, as I would hope you would not fault me for mine." He said, and then something she said finally hit him. if the person I'm jealous over isn't... mine, Hers? Did she want him to be....hers."I do not wish for you to keep your distance,I enjoy your presence and...." He paused, Lord Thomas might not be pleased with this, but she was upset and he hated seeing woman upset. "and Surely, I am not yours now, but if you'll have me, that can change, I would be honored, humbled to court a beauty such as yourself." He said, with gentle yet lingering kiss to her knuckles. He figured, this would be the best way to keep her from becoming upset, he wouldn't pursue anything just yet, not that the thought hadn't crossed his mind, however, she was still a royal Lady, way beyond his reach, she would probably grow bored like most women did with him and that was fine. It was something to which he's become accustom.

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On the very first step that Mycah took towards Eida, her instinct in that split second was to step backwards, but the solid wall behind her only served as a reminder that she was at her limits, and could not avoid allowing him to decrease the distance between them. Her dark eyes found his, her lips parting slightly after a sharp exhale forced its way between them, and she found her entire body warming to the sensation of his touch; she'd held his hand before, but this felt more tender... somehow. Her skin was more sensitive now than it was earlier that morning, and her emotions were all over the place at that time. She didn't quite know what to do, so she allowed him to speak.

"My sweet Lady Eida, I am a dragon, our rage is the stuff of legend, we are greedy, and prone to violent outbursts, I understand better than you know. I do not fault you for your nature, as I would hope you would not fault me for mine," he said, and Eida felt many things after hearing that. The most prominent of these feelings was relief, mainly because he was kind enough to let her know that he understood how difficult her nature was to tame, from personal experience no less. Her wary expression was soon fading; she could tell because her entire body was also relaxing after being tense for such a long time. "I do not wish for you to keep your distance, I enjoy your presence and..." he continued, pausing for a moment before persisting further, "and surely, I am not yours now, but if you'll have me, that can change, I would be honoured, humbled to court a beauty such as yourself."

With those words, accompanied by the feeling of his lips brushing against her knuckles for a lingering moment, made her heart flutter. It was an unusual, alien feeling, for her to be rendered so weak and vulnerable by another. Desire was something she had grown to be quite familiar with, but this was not sexual in the slightest. It took her a moment, but she finally came to the realisation that being courted by Mycah was something she truly wanted, more than she'd previously wanted anything else. She craved romance, and all that entailed. And so, as she looked up at Mycah, she found a soft smile had formed on her lips, her skin returning to its fleshy colour. This, in turn, revealed two rosy-red cheeks, and a generally flustered expression, though there was still an evident sense of guilt in her eyes as if she was still ashamed of her actions. This changed suddenly, as - quite unintentionally - she caught onto some of his thoughts through the touching of their hands, a power she'd thought she hadn't truly inherited at such a level.

"I'd really like that, Mycah," she said, her voice soft, while she worked her fingers through his and clasped his hand gently. "And... just so you know, you're not below me in any way, shape or form. At least, to me, you're not. You don't have to worry about me getting bored of you, because... truth be told, you're the nicest, most interesting guy I've probably ever met." Leaning forward, she gave him a brief peck on the cheek, before returning to her original place in front of him. "Hard as it might be to believe, when you grow up in the human realm, such things as titles and royal standings don't make an ounce of different when it comes to people you... like." It felt strange to say it, but she'd just assumed that was the true reason behind her impulsive urges and the sudden appearance of her Fae nature. She hadn't given that aspect too much thought, really, but - despite the hesitation - she seemed sure of herself.

Still with her hand in his, she guided him out of the alleyway and back into the street, where she finally allowed an excited smile to brighten her expression. She didn't even know where to begin with the tour, but that didn't stop her from walking down the street on a random path, regardless. She just wanted to be away from the hotel, especially after that thing with Erieda. There was a moment of silence that passed them, before Eida released a loud, excited gasp, and tugged forcefully on his hand as she led him across the street, where a man stood with a large cardboard box; sitting inside was a litter of bulldog puppies. She pulled her hand away from Mycah's so that she could press both of them into her cheeks. "Want one?" the man asked, sounding bored and quite frankly impatient, and Eida's eyes brightened like a young child's would. "How much?" she asked, and the guy shook his head, before explaining that they were an accidental litter, and he didn't want them. Eida's first thought was that she didn't know if all of the puppies would get a good home, but she knew she couldn't take all of them. "I'll take one," she said suddenly, "but there's a shelter not too far from here that'll take the rest." The guy nodded, gesturing the box for her to take the one she wanted. There were two that she wanted, the first was pure white, whereas the second was mostly brown. She couldn't decide, so she picked both of them up, smiling widely at Mycah.

Cradling one puppy under each arm, she watched as the guy picked up his box and walked in the direction that she'd told him the shelter was. Her eyes stayed on the man for a moment or two, before she turned back to Mycah. "Things are looking up, y'know. In the space of five minutes, a guy offers to court me and I get free puppies," she said, her voice dripping with barely contained glee. "I'll need to get some stuff for them," she explained to Mycah, beginning in the direction of the nearest pet shop. "But I can show you the main places in Parkwood after. We can even get you enrolled in the college, if you're going to be staying here for a while. If you're interested, that is."

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Courting in this realm was not a simple thing, Mycah found. At least not where the Davenport clan was involved. Mycah wanted to do this properly, gentlemanly, Eida was a Princess, and so far above him in rank that he didn't really believed he deserved to be in her presence, let alone courting her, contrary to what she would say. He wanted to this right, but it was nearly impossible. Firstly, he could'nt get a hold of her father, to properly ask to court his daughter, so he tried the next best thing, her brother, but that proved to be as simple as clockwork. Her brother, was an odd one, like most of the Davenport, but not only that, he seemed to be otherwise occupied with the sweetling called Sunday, so he really didn't want to be bothered by the likes of him. Mycah didn't push it, he was Prince so Mycah then asked the only other male in her family, his sire, King Thomas, who said "Sure, if that's what she wants" which she did, but he wouldn't accompany them on any of their outings, He didn't understand any of it but he got the okay, which would have to do.


He'd gotten use to the dress of the mortal realm, he found it to be much more comfortable then his tunic and slacks. They were looser and took less work to put on, those the sneakers weren't easy, with the laces, tying them was fine but lacing them, brand new, that was a chore, and though he liked all of these clothes and Eida seemed much more comfortable with him dressed this way, and he got less looks from other women -less not none-, then he had before he preferred his moccasins, and these clothes were light up like a match if he took Dragon form.

He made his way to the hotel, he and Thomas stayed in his old home, a little ways away. Mycah noticed that in the week that he'd been here, Eida seemed to light up in his company, and any time he had to leave to go home, the light would die a little in her eyes. He never questioned it, but it was getting to him. He wanted her happy, she had a beautiful smile and a Princess, no a woman, deserved to smile every day of her life, and it seemed that she didn't. He didn't know why. today he was inquire, he hoped she'd tell him on her own, but he noted also that this family, rarely spoke up about their feelings unless angered, which was never good. He didn't want it to come to that, not with Eida.

He entered the hotel, having gotten use to just opening the door, and stepped inside, and he made his way up to Eida's room. It was odd to say the least this informality, but he was growing accustom to it. He would never pressure her for anything, he wouldn't even kiss her though he ached to, without her first saying so, he wanted more than that but he woudln't bring it up or even act as though it was on his mind, which it was, alot.

He knocked on her door. "Lady Eida." He called and once she let him in, he gave a a handsome smile that faded when he saw her face. He moved to her on the bed and took a seat a comfortable but friendly distance beside her. "My Lady, Is there something troubling you?" He asked, and he knew she didn't really like the formality but he liked it, he wanted to teach her like a princess, she deserved it. "You can talk to me," He told her, and looked down at her hand a moment, before deciding it might be overstepping to take it. They were only courting, even if he did want to pull her into his arms and make the trouble disappear if he could.

Eida heard footsteps in the hall long before there came a knock at her door, and she felt a strange sense of excitement welling up within her at the thought it might've been Mycah. "Lady Eida," a familiar voice called, and almost immediately, Eida called back and allowed him to enter, which he promptly did so with a wide smile gracing his features. She had no idea what expression she was wearing, but it seemed to spark concern in the young dragon, and in response he moved closer, sitting beside her at an infuriatingly respectable distance. She wanted to be closer to him, she could barely feel the warmth of his body from such a distance, and while she could reach out and touch him easy enough, she was not able to rest her head on his shoulder or anything like that. He seemed to always be aware of overstepping boundaries, but had not yet realised that Eida didn't have any.

"My Lady, is there something troubling you?" he asked, and Eida watched him with a somewhat disgruntled expression; her lips were pursed and her brows were pushed down with the weight of a subtle frown. "You can talk to me," he added. Eida watched for a moment as his eyes moved downwards, presumably towards her hand with the interest of taking it, but - much like everything else - this was too large of a boundary for him to consider crossing, and strangely enough, Eida's temper flared - perhaps not visibly. Sure, it had only been a week since Mycah offered to court her, but if she knew it would be this difficult to become close with him, she might not have bothered accepting such an offer. Eida was perhaps more fae than she liked to admit, and craved a certain amount of affection; such that she was not getting from Mycah, not even close. He was sweet and cared for her, she knew this, but there was such a thing as being too much of a gentleman, at least for a teenage fae girl. She was often tempted to raise her allure, something her parents disapproved of, but for some strange reason, she wanted Mycah to act on his own. To do such things would be cheating him of his free will, and she was not prepared to be so cruel.

Eida turned her head away from him, her eyes falling to her feet. "I don't know where to start, really," she began, having suddenly been able to find her voice. "My uncle, Simon... He would often tell me stories of his life as a teenager, how war almost destroyed his family and... how he watched them dying around him. I guess my worries and my fears have just been eating away at me, with the news of this war to come," she admitted, and felt strange for it. This would be the first time in a week that she had spoken so openly to Mycah, or anyone for that matter. This confession, however, did nothing to lift the weight from her chest. "I don't want to watch my family fighting against each other, but my parents and my grandmother, they're standing on opposite sides. I'll lose one or the other, eventually." It was in this moment that she wanted so desperately to feel warm arms around her, so that she could feel safe. Merely being in his presence was not enough.

She looked at him then, her eyes searching for his while her fingers fiddled with the rips in her skinny jeans. It would almost seem that she looked nervous, and her lips moved to form words, but she appeared to decide against it. She wanted to tell him that she was frustrated, that she expected more from him in such difficult times. She was not content with merely being "courted," but in this moment, she just wanted to be hugged, to be consoled, nothing more. What had initially stopped her from saying such things directly to him was the thought that there must have been a reason why he would not get too close to her, and the fact that she was a crowned princess did not cross her mind. She didn't wish to make him uncomfortable by demanding things of him.

If Mycah would not hold her, the least he could do was keep her mind off things in other ways. Standing up suddenly, she released a huff. "I need to get out of this room," she stated, before extending her hand towards him, urging him to take it. She hoped he would do so if she prompted him, because it had already been established that he would not take the initiative. "Take me somewhere, please. Anywhere... I don't want to waste away in here."