A seconed meeting

(Sorry, forgot about this topic)

The boy merely looked towards the women talking as if he couldn't here them. Not talking, knowing that he had already made an odd impression on this crowd.

They were both older, maybe about two to three years or so. The boy looked and scratched the back of his head, his blue skin showed in the light.

"Am I some type of show that you two are going to whisper and try to poke at before I try to run away?" The thirteen year old merely shook his head and sighed.

Once again he had betrayed himself and his feelings.

He smield, hearing her voice, it reminded him of the sea for some reason, it was so soft, and yet so wise, so fierce. He looked down and then followed with a genuine smile.

The child merely kicked the ground, "Sorry for my...informalties. My name's Milosh." He sighed, not having done this before, but then again, his voice hadn't made anything seem better. It was about what a sixteen year old's voice should be at.

Looking to the left, he hadn't a clue about what to think, what to do really. usually people responded to him in an odd way. There were more people like Bella...odd.

"I'll try but I don't think that I'll be interested in this... What I would say... Clumsy boy."

"You never know," November whispered quietly. She watched as the younger female walked toward the boy, laughing inwardly at how graceful she was walking. That child was so desperate for a boy... but that was alright. The seventeen year old smiled and rested her chin in her folded hands, watching and ready to step in at any moment.

"Am I some type of show that you two are going to whisper and try to poke at before I try to run away?"

November rolled her eyes. "Don't be silly," she said with a laugh. "I'm not going to poke you. Besides, you apparently can do stuff with water, and I myself with fire... poking you probably wouldn't end up working well." She wrinkled her nose. She hadn't meant it offensively or rudely, but just to assure him that she wasn't going to try and poke him with a stick or the like.

As Katana glanced back at her, the older female winked. She was doing good so far. Hopefully the kid could just keep it up now without making the young make uncomfortable.

"Sorry for my...informalties. My name's Milosh."

"I'm November, nice to meet you, Milosh," the young woman said. "You can call me Nova if you want though, since it's shorter."

Merely shrugging about the comment about formalities the child morphed into the tree, reforming himself on a branch above.

"Well then, can you say goodby to your friend?" He said truthfully to her. "She's a bit of a...babysitter you could say, and I feel compelled to be on my best behaviour with her around." His cape drifted in the way the light breeze went, brlliantly displaying his blue skin and red eyes.

Looking back once, Milosh sighed once. Good, they aren't here.

"She's a bit of a...babysitter you could say, and I feel compelled to be on my best behaviour with her around."

November feigned a pout. "I'm deeply hurt," she said, standing up and wiping at her left eye with an index finger as if brushing away a tear. She then shook her head, offering a smile and a laugh. "Don't worry, kiddo! Just be yourself. Even if I'm old I'm not Katana's babysitter." She looked at Katana and almost laughed. Her? Baby sit that girl? Like that could ever really happen.

"But if you both truly want me to leave, then I will. I've got nothing better to do anyway." Her eyes remained on the younger girl, wondering if she could actually try and pull this off by herself. Not like the seventeen year old could help much, but she could at least try and get her out of an awkward situation if one occurred.

Raising his right eyebrow, the child merely sat on the above branch, swinging his legs. "Hm, issues to be resolved. Maybe we should meet some other time, Katana. Maybe on the docks?" He hadn't actually invited anyone, anywhere, let alone his favorite place.

He sighed, Milosh...don't get her involved in your plans... He sighed and looked up towards the sky. The child really hadn't an idea of what to do.