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Ren let the water droplets fall to the ground as her hand dropped to her side. She sighed before looking at the children behind her. She smiled softly." Are you two alright?" She asked softly.

Ayon put on a brave face. "We're fine"
Ayan nodded her agreement, but still looked shocked.

"That's good." Ren said. She sat down near the children, trying to relax." I thought I was going have to break those two up before they tore each other up."

Ayon grinned.
"That would've been awesome!"

Ren looked at Ayon." A woman who uses the element of water trying to break up a wolf elemental and an experienced fighter? I don't think I would have the nerve to try and break up that fight." Ren laughed.

''i'm sure you could have done it!''

"I still don't know. Water isn't really the best element to use to stop fights." Ren opened her hand and created an orb of water that floated above her palm.

"So?" Ayon shrugged. "Just freeze 'em."

Ren laughed." That would be really rude though."

A small girl skips down a lonely path towards the village. Her movements are awkward yet smooth. She begins to cross a bridge, and hears voices. Curious, her grey eyes notice a fiery being by the shore. A smile spreads across her face. After more yelling, the fire stopped and a human stood in its place. The girl can't stand it any longer, she needs a closer look. It was then she notices there are more beings there. Ayvas approaches them,

"Hello!" she says with a giggle, "What a strange bunch of creatures you are!"

Angel sat up and looked over his shoulder "sup! Don't call me a creature, it hurts my feelings" he smiled as he stood up and turned around, his flaming orange arrow tattoo lighting up the surrounding and everyone around him.

Ayvas pouts, "Oops, what should I call you then?" She grins as the the arrow tattoo surrounds everyone. Walking over to the water and splashing around playfully, her tattered blue dress sways gently in the wind. Her giggles fill the air.

Aldyne breathes a sigh of relief as he sees Ren and the children wind down. He turns to see who this new visitor is but freezes stock still when he sees her.

His eyes narrow with suspicion when he saw her movements. They seem odd, very stiff. Many other little things make her stand out in his eyes. She seemed harmless but he has seen small docile looking dolls suddenly turning into lethal killing machines. So he kept his distance from her.

"I beg your pardon, little miss, but I believe I have to ask. Are you a...... Construct?"

The girl turns and runs up to Aldyne, her eyes wide. She sticks her tongue out, "I'm not a construct! I'm me. What are you? Some kind of weird singing monster?" Two pale dirty hands cup together in front of Aldyne. "Want to know a secret?" she whispers, smiling.

When Ayvas run up to Aldyne, he tensed up, it took all he had not to have drawn his sword and cut her down before jumping to safety. He stood his ground his eyes wide alert and his hands very near to the hilt of his weapons.

"I would be delighted to, What may it? be" he said, ready at a moments notice to bolt for it.

Ayvas grins and opens her hands, revealing a fairy. It has dark skin and bright blue spiky hair. The fairy looks limp, but its long crystal wings are moving quickly. Staring up at Aldyne, she blows at the fairy, creating a sparkly blue dust that flies around the scout. The girl backs away from him giggling, "Tada!" she shouts.

Aldyne's hands drop to his sides as his slumps forward and looks at Ayvas with glum eyes. A fairy controlling a construct of sorts. Already a handful to deal with when so small, the trouble its pranks can become at this size... He honestly hopes he is wrong.

"So you are a fairy controlling this... puppet?"

The girl looks disappointed at Aldyne's lack of excitement. "I'm not a fairy," she growls. After thinking for a moment a smile spreads across her face and Ayvas starts laughing. She wonders why he's trying so hard to figure her out. Her grey eyes glance at Angalo every so often.

"You are cool!" Ayan yelled. Ayon, once again, didn't trust the newcomer and her constant giggles.

Ayvas turns her gaze to the two children. *Oh no.. no no no* whispers fill her head. She brushes her short white hair behind her left ear and forces a smile, waving a little. Her movements are choppy and unnatural.