River was excited to have been introduced to two other members that were her age and belonged to the circle. Iris was very poised and well spoken. She kept conversation somewhat short, only speaking when she had something to say. River envied Iris for her long, wavy auburn hair that made her sky blue eyes stand out. The girl was also very fair skinned and had a slender build with long limbs. River felt ordinary compared to Iris. Flint, on the other hand, was a little more average. If River had to guess, she'd say that he was about and inch or two over six feet tall with brown hair that had a bit of a wave to it that complimented his hazel eyes. Flint could probably be described as cute by girls in his classes with his hair combed over to the side.

The three were still sitting at Sage's, or technically the circle's, dining table thirty minutes after Sage had introduced them to each other. She left shortly after, saying something about needing to pick up something from someone somewhere without any real detail. "Sage said all of us were gifted. What are your abilities?" Iris asked both River and Flint at the same time. They cast a glance at each other to see who would speak first. Flint nodded at River. "I manipulate water," she began, lifting a finger and drawing a line in the air which was followed by a thin line of water. She kept the motion moving by gesturing toward some herbs growing in a small pot on the windowsill. The water fell into the pot. She looked back to Iris and Flint again. "Impressive. You're like the opposite of me," Flint said while producing a small flame in the palm of his hand. River giggled. "I guess we're covered as far as survival goes." Iris smiled. "That makes me the odd one out. I... manipulate energy. You can't see what I do, but I'm sure you can feel it," she explained.

Each of them went on to explain what they know about the strength of their abilities. It became apparent that none of them knew very much. Sage had been helping Iris with her barrier ability, but it wasn't as strong. They knew there was more to what they could do, but they were not sure about the full extent of their powers and what exactly they could and could not do. It was clear, however, that they had a lot of learning and experimenting to do and that must have been Sage's reason for introducing them to each other that day.

Riye was restless, a bit too restless for once. Most of the time on days like this he would just sit back and relax with a video game or a book beside the fire...once it was fixed anyway. A fixer-upper that was a steal due to making the realtor trip while you signed to paper work was a beautiful thing. It was small, a cottage big enough to fit just him comfortably. No mushrooms growing in the house thankfully. Sometimes his own spores made it harder to breathe even for him. But the day was still young, that might be why he was restless. He mused, tapping his fingers together as he layed out on the couch he had bought from goodwill.

"The deck does need to be done. and so does the bedroom. Hmmm." He clicked his tongue as he rose from the couch. Maybe a fixer-upper wasn't the best thing to have, but then again it was near the cover of forests where mushrooms wouldn't be too noticeable. Still things needed to be done and will a few videos he could learn how to put tile up. Better to make your home than to take one he supposed.

The mushroom backed squirrel hopped onto his shoulder as he stood and gathered his bag. A walk on the town would clear his head a bit. Maybe bring back some tile for the walls over the sink. He gave a glance toward the shambling bodies as he walked off his porch towards town, watching them limp and walk over to the house and walk loops around them with clicking noises. No one would have the nerve to rob his home without being attacked by three infested. At least that's what he hoped for as he walked down the dirt road onto sidewalk.

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In the given time Yaela had been at the library reading, she had managed to acquire four paper cuts in total. Each on separate fingers. She didn't mind, though. She thought of them as a bookworm's battle scars. Yaela looked down at the leather back she had been reading for the past four hours, bright eyes scanning the cover. "Lament of the Skies"; A rather educational book about weather patterns and theories behind their manifestation. For most it was not exactly an exciting read, however Yaela had a certain curiosity pertaining to the atmosphere and what lay below it. She was about to begin a new chapter when Yaela felt the all-too-familiar presence of Felken Colden, the leader of her Cult. She looked up from the book and watched curiously as he made to greet her.

Although the library was fairly deserted, she found it odd for Felken to be out and about in public like this. He must have had something important he wanted her to hear.

"I need your help in recruiting two new members." He said, and her eyebrows shot up in a look of surprise. Important indeed... Yaela thought to herself, maintaining the expression while she stared at him a few seconds longer. It had been a while since Felken had been looking to recruit a new member, let alone two. Slowly, Yaela closed the book and stood from the table. She walked to the librarian and set the book down gently, giving the older man a short smile before turning and sauntering back to where her Cult leader stood. It was also a rare occurrence for Felken to want to talk to anyone of his own will, yet here he was, asking her for help. She let a dangerous grin play over her face, as if to say, "What's in it for me?"