[u]Fritz[/u]

It became clearer that Duplo wasn’t in the mood to share, though perhaps that was just her way. He wasn’t used to people being so short, but then again he was only used to the rigid politeness that came with private schooling. He recognised the tone she was using, in fact it reminded him a little of one of his teachers, Mrs Fiander – the chemistry teacher he had constantly badgered with questions and attention, or at least the tone she had used when he first met her. It had taken him quite a few terms but the pair of them were now much closer, in fact Fritz was pretty sure he was the only student she really liked. Perhaps like in that situation if he just kept trying Duplo would start to warm to him, but then again maybe not – only time would tell, but she seemed so terribly interesting that he couldn’t help himself. He turned his attention to Kirin as she told them about her name and how her parents had named her after some flowers that blossom after the first frosts, and his thoughts turned to what a Kiri flower must look like, imagining that they must be exceptionally beautiful to be the inspiration to name a daughter after. He then suddenly noticed that Kirin was watching him, or rather examining him briefly, which caused him to blush a small amount before he turned his face away hoping that she hadn’t seen. 

[b]"What about your name Fritz, where did you get it? I've never heard it before either, it's so funny!"[/b] 

“Funny?” Fritz repeated as Kirin laughed, an almost enchanting sound to his ears which caused a large grin to spread over his face. 

“Well my parents told me that my name belonged to my uncle before it belonged to me and also to my grandfather before him – I’m actually Fritz the third I guess. It’s a German name like they were, though they were both killed in the War apparently. Traitors to Germany and heroes to Brittan, they worked in military intelligence” he explained to her, his thoughts turning back to the times he had spent with his own father listening to stories about the Carlisle family. Suddenly he realised that they would have no idea what he was talking about and chuckled before rubbing his neck nervously. 

“Oh, eh, Germany is a country where I come from. There was a big world war, the biggest war there has ever been and lots of people died. Germany wasn’t very popular afterwards and they lost, but my father said that we always need to be proud of our heritage, especially after what had happened.” 

His smile faltered slightly as he thought of his parents, wondering for the first time if he would be able to return home or not. The thought of being here forever had not occurred to him before, though he supposed it was entirely possible. 

“I.. uh…” mumbled Fritz suddenly uncertain about everything that was happening to him, he glanced at Kirin and Duplo before turning and watching Ada and Aergar for a few moments. He realised that he was still lost, no matter how spectacular or exciting things may be. 

“I wonder if I’ll get to go home…” he said out loud before looking again at Kirin. She too was trying to get home, but the only difference was that her home was actually in Emanseria. Dumfounded by the line of thoughts he was having Fritz suddenly turned and made his way to the edge of the camp before he sat amongst a patch of particularly thick grass and sighed. Lying on his back he gazed up towards the inky sky, suddenly aware that there seemed to be a great deal more stars than he had ever seen before, and at that moment a shooting star flashed across the sky. Searching for any familiar constellations it quickly dawned on him that there were none he recognised, and he started to consider the real implications of being stuck here for the rest of his life. 

[u]Fimion[/u]

He watched with curiosity as Wildflower and Aergar conversed with each other, a smirk forming on his lips as he watched her grit her teeth slightly at the imp’s goading. He watched her face intently and took in every expression and movement, trying subtly to not stare too much, but knowing that he couldn’t quite help it. As she gestured for the pair of them to follow her to the fire he did so happily, taking a seat on the old trunk next to her. She shot him a smile, an interesting smile that seemed to say that she was happy, but it also seemed to say that she maybe wasn’t quite sure how to act towards him. He hoped that they would be able to talk alone tonight, he wasn’t quite sure what he would say or what he wanted, but that was part of it, he figured. As she turned her attention back to Aergar he suddenly remembered the small pipe clutched in his hand, and so pulled out a small leaf-wrapped bundle of pleasant smelling dried and shredded plant matter as he listened to their conversation with mild interest and occasionally glanced around the camp. The herbs were a mix that he had traded with an elf from Jabari a few moons back – he had called it Caraleaf and Ginsar, whatever it was it was soothing and seemed to help him focus as well as smelling and tasting a great deal better than most smoking herbs. 

As the imp spoke of her ‘interesting’ choice of companions, he couldn’t help but agree somewhat, especially after he learnt that the strange young boy considered himself an alchemist. Pondering what was happening with them as the boy in question walked towards the edge of the clearing alone he pushed some of the dried herbs into the pipe before lighting it with a smouldering stick from the fire, the light and almost fragrant smell spreading quickly as he inhaled. Blowing a few casual smoke rings he turned his attention back to Aergar as he suddenly mentioned Hiol being killed, the sudden change in tone of the conversation almost causing him to cough as his expression turned from one of a carefree demeanour to a more serious one. The little imp was so excited as he whispered something to Wildflower, before giggling to himself and going on to explain whoever this person was had torn out Hiol’s heart, and that this person was obsessed and coming after her. Suddenly Fimion was paying extremely close attention, the pipe again forgotten as he ran a hand through his tangled hair. 

[b]"In fact, I would say it is your mysterious nature that is so incredibly alluring. Or does that old ghost know something about you that I don't, hmm?"[/b]

“Hiol?” asked Fimion somewhat surprised that the satyr had met his end, and apparently in such a violent way. “Who would want to tear [i]his[/i] heart out and for what purpose?” he wondered aloud before narrowing his eyes slightly at Aergar. “You know you seem to think it’s incredibly entertaining, makes me wonder if you’re not more involved hmm? After all we all know its [i]your[/i] forest after all”. Fimion chuckled disregarding what he had said, oblivious to the fact that he may have actually been somewhat right.

“He didn’t squeeze your berries too hard did he?” he asked raising his eyebrows.