But...there was people!

Even though she had been so quiet, Morgan managed to hear what she said even though it was really quiet. Maybe it was because of his being blind. Losing one sense kind of enhanced all others. He had noticed this multiple times. He smiled when she said she was alright, though, glad that she was, she just seemed to have something on her that Morgan couldn't quite place. But she seemed fine with it.

But then someone else entered the stables to stir up trouble. He was obviously older than them all, at least from what Morgan could sense. But he was talking like a child. There was no problem spilling...oh, that's why Morgan couldn't tell what it was. Water moved so rapidly that his echolocation couldn't keep up. But there was still nothing wrong with spilling it. He was acting like a child. There was plenty more water for the horses.

"Um, for one, I don't think you know how the horses feel." Morgan said, slightly confused as to why this guy assumed the horses were upset by the other girl spilling the water. And Flayace was right. It was too heavy for the girls...wings? Morgan's echolocation was able to keep up with the wings. It was odd, not at all like he expected fairy wings. Not that he expected to meet a fairy, even though anything was possible at this school.

"Two, it was too heavy. Which all of us have pointed out." Morgan commented. "Though," he said turning to Aspen, "you probably shouldn't be carrying something too heavy." He half scolded the girl. "And really, there is more water, right?" He didn't know if there was more water, but it was alright to assume, right? "I don't see any reason to be rude."

Obsidian blinked, clapping his hands together and peering over to the rather small fairy person. He curled his lip, before eyeing the couple then back towards the fairy, before sighing. He had not noticed the small student of a fairy and nervous nature. How bothersome, he thought, the emotional compromise had hinder his perceptions of the current situation.

"Ah I see, well, I had not noticed you darling fairy person, my deepest apologies," he dipped his head before taking off his hat and reaching inside of it. He appeared to be digging around for something, mumbling gibberish under his breath sticking his entire arm inside of the accessory. After a minute or so, he grinned, pulling out a hose from inside the hat.

"I attuned this hose to a favorable water source of mine~" he chuckled, wiggling the hose so that water would begin to pour from it. He prodded the bucket upright with his toe before filling the metal container with the 'most favored' water.

He chuckled before looking up darkly at the boy, who had scolded Obisidian, which was absurd as his mother always said he was a good chap when he was younger. "Well I must say, you're one to talk," he replied dryly, "to walk alone with your hindrances even with your adept abilities is just as foolish, perhaps you met a friend along the way but still with the recent incide-" he paused abruptly, he may have let off more than intended, he looked away narrowing his eyes. He looked concerned for a moment before grinning broadly once again.

"Well, with all of that behind us. I'd say we should all have something to warm our bones and settle our unease," he pulled the hose once, allowing it to shoot back into his hat before placing a top of his silver haired head.

Flayace looked around to the other people. She didn't really think that Morgan could carry it, and she didn't think that the fairy wanted to older man to carry it for her. Flayace wasn't very strong, but she could and would help whenever she could. "I'll carry it for you." She smiled widely.

She wanted someone else to carry it, even though it was a pretty easy job. Maybe it wasn't really that heavy? That the fairy had just lost her balance? She rethought that idea, and decided that it was, in-fact going to be heavy. She could handle it though. "Unless you want someone else to carry it?" She looked around and didn't really know what her response would be to that.

It was a little odd, the situation. He'd never met a person so strange as the man who had gotten testy about the water. It made the situation a little awkward as the stood around and listened to him go on about these things.

When he reached into his hat was when things go totally weird. Morgan was still surprised by the weird powers people had, and when the man pulled a hose out of his hat, he stepped back. He was confused, and knew that a hose wasn't dangerous, but if he could pull that from his hat, what else could he pull?

But Morgan moved back and calmed down, attempting to focus on the flowing water from the hose. It was hard, it moved so constantly that his echolocation fuzzed out like an old TV every time he tried. But he could still see the bucket and the hose and everyone around him. Which was good. He could look at water now without getting a headache or losing complete sight.

But before filling the bucket up completely, the man turned to him, a look on his face that startled Morgan a little. Then he started talking to him. Hindrances? Sure, he could see with his eyes, but that didn't effect him. But the word had been plural. Why? Was the recent incident the spilling of the water? Man, this guy was giving Morgan the willies.

Oh, so she talked with horses? That was great! Morgan smiled when she told them that they didn't mind the spilling of the water. It almost made him laugh, but he held it back. But when Aspen asked for help and Flayace offered Morgan shook his head.

"There's no need, Flayace. I may not be able to see with these," he said, pointing to his eyes, "but that doesn't mean I can't see." And when Aspen thanked him he shook his head and waved it off. "It was nothing." But he grinned and headed toward the bucket to lift it. Just because he looked skinny didn't mean he wasn't strong.

OOC: Sorry for the wait guys, I've got writers block so to speak. So it's hard to come up with anything.... good.


Obsidian adjusted his coat, heading towards the corner of the barn. The long walk had him tired, and all this excitement wasn't helping. He clapped his hands, reaching inside his jacket and pulling out a wicker chair.

"I think I will rest my legs for a bit, do tell if anyone would also like a seat!" he plonked down onto the stool, sighing in relief before leaning his back against the stab's wall.

"Okay." Flayace really wanted to carry the bucket, but she didn't want to be rude if he indeed wanted to carry it. She reached for it, but then quickly put her hand back to her, and put both hands behind her. "Go ahead, but if you change your mind, I can." She smiled. Why was he offering? Flayace could easily do it, even if she wasn't that strong. "I am Flayace, nice to meet you Aspen." It was a pretty name, a unique name. "It's a pretty name." She added.

The one guy who had been talking weird was just getting weirder. He pulled a chair out of nowhere and Morgan had trouble telling where. He just shook his head and approached the bucket to help carry it where it needed to go. Which was...where was it? He looked over to Aspen while she introduced herself and waited for Flayace to finish also.

"I'm Morgan." He greeted the fairy, smiling warmly as to not frighten her. She seemed somewhat fragile, and not because of her small frame. She was shy, he could tell, so he didn't want to scare her off by being too friendly. "Where would you like me to put this, Aspen?" He asked, holding the buck and looking toward her and then around the stables.

He knew he wasn't like her and couldn't talk to animals, so finding the stable was something Aspen would have to do. But that was fine with him. Asking for directions was not something he was ashamed of.