Steaming hot in the cold air

As soon as the firestarter caught the punch, Amaya's mind and emotions went blank. It'd happened before. Some remnant of a previous life, somewhere in the back of her mind, it was triggered now, and it started running through scenarios of techniques that could potentially overpower the enemy is a fast and efficient way. It wasn't something that triggered often- rarely anymore- but it was something Yuki seemed to know how to bring out every time, and he did it a lot to calm down Amaya when she started throwing a fit about something. Naturally, Amaya's anger went away for the moment- not gone, just blocked behind barriers. It'd come back later, probably. It usually did. She was told whenever her "second mind", as she called it, triggered, the look in her eyes changed to be more more mature than her form would suggest, a soul that hinted at ruthlessness and determination. At one time, she might have given in to the aggression it called for, but Yuki had gotten her to the point she automatically suppressed her more violent urges.

Calm, at least for the moment, Amaya looked at the person in front of her in a new light. More specifically, the absence of a light. She wasn't really what to think yet. But then she saw the wings, and her eyes lit up, returning her back to what she called her immature playfulness. A smile crossed her face and she reached to try and stroke the wings, completely captivated by them now. Must... touch.... so pretty.....

(OOC: XD you might be waiting a while)

Amaya kept stoking the wing; she didn't know why, she just felt compelled to do so, sometimes for hours. She'd once gotten in trouble with Yuki because she'd followed a cat-person kid around a mall for hours rubbing its head. When the boy who made fire queried her, the second time she was greeted, she turned to him, puffed out her cheeks, and stomped her foot, but she didn't stop stroking his wing. Instead, with the other hand, she pointed to herself and said, in her hoarse and high-pitched whispery-ish voice, "Bear." Then she turned back to his wing with starry eyes and her open mouth and leaned forward to try and nuzzle it with her cheek. It's-a dragon wing, it's-a dragon wing, feels so fun to touch, it's-a dragon wing..... She was careful to prevent her antennae from touching his wing. Yuki always told her that was improper public conduct.

"Oh, my. And here I thought Miss Bear might be in need of rescue. Is it not her knight in scaly armor who perhaps needs an assist, then?" He slowly sauntered through the snow, chuckling, wearing blue jeans and a white hoodie. "Here I find she might very well have replaced me in her heart. Oh, the agony. However shall I survive?"

Having seen the flames start perhaps two or three minutes ago while heading to the school on a hunch that Amaya might be planning something stupid- for her age and intelligence, there was only so many things a person could learn in three years, and maturity, clearly, was not one of the things Amaya had mastered yet. Yuki didn't think she'd get into too much trouble, but still, one never knew. Sometimes you just had to let a child have some space cool down, after all, and in this case, quite literally.

On hearing his voice, Amaya, still stroking his wing, though upon turning and seeing Yuki stopped for a brief moment, brightened even further and turned around and waved. Yuki gave her an amused look, then turned to the person next to her and gave a low bow, complete with an arm swept under his chest. "Gratitude, certainly, you have from me for taking care of my little darling Bear. Formerly introduced, it would please me if you were to call myself Wyrm, legal guardian of yonder headcase. You might also care to call me Snow White."

Yuki walked right up to Amaya and, with a skill he had perfected over the past three years, put one hand out on top of her head, a finger on each of her four antennae, and he began to rub and rotate them back and forth in such a way that within moments Amaya fell over sound asleep. Yuki chuckled, then picked her up, cradling her in both arms as one would a child. "A fair warning, to be certain: learning how to do that has nearly cost my life on multiple occasions, though invaluable it has proven to be. Bear might be mute, but she has many very violent ways of expressing her irritation with people in no uncertain terms. One can only wonder what happens when she starts her first educational institutional experience in a weeks' time, wouldn't you agree?"

(OOC: when I looked it up on google translate, "Yuki" is "Snow" and "Shiro" is "white" in Japanese.)

"Oh, Bear would have stopped eventually. Even she must sleep,as we can clearly see. Though in that scenario I can imagine her tackling you so as for her to curl up and cuddle with your wings as she did so. Alternatively, Starburst or Skittles could have distracted her long enough for you to put your wings away. As for being a parental figure...." Yuki's gentle smile grew more broad. "Is it more worthy to be cared for by somebody who is genetically bound to you, or somebody who accepts you but has no reason to?" Yuki shook his head and sighed. "Ah, ramblings."

Yuki turned to walk away, but then stopped. "Ah, an idea just occurred to me. You suggested she needed to be watched over, yes? Perchance you might? If terms need be discussed, my place of employ is at Seven Points Apartments and Internet Cafe. It's a rather recent business, as it stands. For now, I think we've lingered long enough; a fire cannot hold the bane of winter forever without burning away something precious. Take a care not to catch cold, youngling?"

(OOC: I think I'll have Yuki take Amaya home for the night unless you have anything further you'd want to talk to Amaya or October about? Sorry for the long speaking post)