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"Oh uh..." She looked away quickly, then looked back at her own screen.

"You saw it, didn't you!", Drago said blushing.

"I didn't know you were-" She placed a hand over her eyes. "Sorry!" She kept covering her eyes. "Uh, just tell me when you're decent."

"Actually, I'm fully clothed and it's was the skill, hopefully not your imagination !", Drago said.

"Don't know why I'd want to imagine that." She laughed a little. "So how do I work these screens?"

"You just need to read what's on the screen from your name to your equipment. ", he said.

“Okay.” She poked at the screen some more. “It says I have a spear? Huh.”

"Take a look at your level and mana, it's low.", Drago said from behind you.

“I’m guessing that’s a bad thing?” She sighed.

"Not if you train your body! Your level will rise through your training. ", he said.

“So, I guess I’m going to train then.” She shrugged.

Taz was taking a nap at the front of the cabin as inside was too hot for her liking. Her white fur which was mixed with grey made her fur look as if it was glowing, curled up into a ball all fluffy and cozy as she dozed off into a peaceful nap. Gently gusts of wind would occasionally ruffle her fur giving a small chill. It didn't bother her tho as she was use to the cold temperatures and sleeping out side was normal for her, it just seemed very tight within that cabin. her ears flickered hearing noises close but not to close, if you get what i mean. she then opened her eyes a little bit, night vision making everything bright. she wanted to say hello to whoever was speaking aloud to someone else, slowly raising her body she trotted over towards where she could hear noise, a dragon like person and a imp? and what where they doing? she tried to gather enough courage to go near them and talk to them. slowly walking her paws gracefully padded onto the ground taking her towards them. " umm.... hi?" she shyly said in her wolf forum.

(OOF Sorry! Had to go offline!))

Jaike was honestly quite cozy by this time, but noiticed quite quickly when they'd landed, shooting up kind of drowzily and falling off, giving an undignified yelp and an 'oomf' when she hit the floor, her getting up a little non too well and rubbing her sore bum from the fall, her face flushed a decently red shade because of her immediate embarrassment. Why did she have to make a fool of herself every chance she got? This was ridiculous!

She huffed quietly, hating herself internally and also happening to berate herself too, her bag starting to vibrate since her phone--- HER PHONE! She stood up straighter, remembering her mum saying something about calling around 10 or 11 pm, she assumed it was that late, he stomach churning, what would she say? Dragons were definitely not on her mum's 'I believe you' list, and she usually had so much to talk about that her not talking about the stuff for 15 minutes would seem suspicious!

Cliamain steps out of the Arachnophobia cabin, letting out a slight yawn. He looks around the camp for a bit, seeing that the other camp-goers seem to be getting along nicely. At least, for the most part. After being here a year, the supernatural seemed to have grown on him quite a bit. He's certain that the new first-years coming in will adjust sooner or later. He decides to step off of the porch of the cabin, walking along while keeping his hands by his pockets, looking around at the others and seeing if anyone looks particularly sociable or needed help.

Taz notices the boy walking out of his cabin, it looked like the two people she had just spoken to might have not heard. so she trotted over towards the boy " umm.... hello?"

Cliamain looks down over at the talking wolf. Not the strangest thing he's seen but still interesting. He crouches down to get to eye level with the wolf, returning her greeting with a light smile. He refrains from petting her, the boy not quite sure how she would react to that. "Hey, you need something?"

"I'll help you train, sense I'm helping you improve your magic skills, so I'll help you with your training.", Drago said with confidence.

She smiled noticing his gentleness within his voice, " just someone to talk to." she looked into his eyes with a friendly look. she sat down seeing that he was crouching, she huffed out a deep breath as she spoke " ive got nothing to do, and you seem well.... a nice person to talk to"

"Well, I would hope so." The teen chuckles a bit as he relaxes himself a bit. "My name's Cliamain Deoireach, yours?" If she were familiar with it, Taz may note his accent as being distinctly Scottish.

Waltwr began to rifle through his items, sticking his whole arm into a bag that was maybe five inches deep. "Where is it...