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Jax tried to hold back a laugh at his little monster comment knowing Hargul will keep mentioning shit spoons if he notices. She gave him a small smile, then her expression lit up as he produced a small fire for warmth. She held out her hands, over the flame, the light shining over her dark pentagram tattoos that were etched onto both the back of her hands and her palms. She spoke warmly,"Oh T-Thankyou! Yeah, he is a rascal if you don't pay attention to him, but his family so, what are you going to do? I left home early this morning to train and completely forgot to bring an umbrella and a proper jacket. Oh, that's warm. Quite an interesting skill you got there are you part of SPA?"

She tried to remember if she had seen him there before, but nothing came to mind. You would think with his coloring, he would be fairly obvious to spot but she couldn't place him. That surprised her seeming as she was quite popular with many of the other mythic's. She needed to they were her competition, and tomorrow they would know what that really meant. She had been training like crazy this year, but her performance was finally at a peak spot. Her dreaming of becoming the strongest most powerful mythic in SPA was growing to be a reality. She could feel it. She quite literally could feel it, when suddenly she felt a slap on the top of her head,"HARGUL IS NO JACKASS! HARGUL IS PRETTY IMP! VERY SPECIAL TO MISS JAX! YOU NO BROTHERKIN. YOU SHIT SPOON, WITH CROOKED HORNS."

"HARGUL! BE NICE TO...UH..sorry did I ask for your name? I'm Jax if you haven't guessed! Again so sorry, he is having a bad day. "