[b][center][h1][color=ed1c24]Avery Ackbar Celestia[/color] and [color=a0410d]Vesta Celestia[/color][/h1][/center][/b]
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[center]And a special guest star appearance from [b][color=39b54a]Summer Celestia[/color][/b] and a Huskey pup[/center]
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Avery couldn't stop the wide grin that he felt forming as Duncan finally caved. Hehehe, not even the Canadian could resist his charm, wit and stubbornness!
Ok, maybe just the stubbornness. Avery was more stubborn than a mule after all, in fact if one looked up the word stubborn in a dictionary, one would just find a picture of Avery. Same with stupidity, but that was a story for another time.
Avery paid his two conditions the bare minimum amount of attention, and even less respect, as his smugness level had reached beyond critical as Aya agreed to coming, and his face showed it.
He couldn't read the strange language that was imprinted on Kuro's police badge, and to be honest Avery wasn't too sure what to make about this slave talk or homeland stuff that the former drunk was going on about, so he simply gave a polite nod of appreciation before turning back to Duncan.
[color=ed1c24]"Hehe, I already have the perfect thing in mind! I brought it for Lady Alicia, my cousin, and she's about your size...though she's 14. Oh! And the nice merchant I brought it from said it was interwoven with special fibers to make it more durable!"[/color] Avery chattered away excitedly, not seeming bothered by how suspicious that might sound.
All that mattered to him, was that he got what he wanted. It tended to happen too, since he was a mastermind at bending people to his whim. Not even Vesta was safe.

[color=ed1c24]"Of course! I'll go get Aya some food, so I'll meet up with you guys. Oh and Ease, I assume your place has a bath?"[/color] The trap sounded defensive for a moment, having noticed Ease's look. Not too sure what his problem was, hadn't Avery already said he was going to look after and defend the younger girl?
A Celestia never went back on their word! A Celestia also always repaid their debts.
[color=ed1c24]"I'll get a weapon while I'm at it. So, you guys take Aya and get her cleaned up and get Ease's gear."[/color] As Avery spoke, his held Aya out to Duncan to hold. Once the older man had taken Aya, Avery stepped backwards quickly while rummaging through his bag.
[color=ed1c24]"Here's the cute outfi-I mean gear."[/color] Avery corrected himself slightly as he pulled out a brown paper bag and tossed it to Ease [color=ed1c24]"Don't lose the Huskey, kay? That's how I'll find you guys. Catch ya!"[/color] Without really giving anyone the time to argue, Avery had taken off, leaving the group [i][b][u]outside[/u][/b][/i] the alley.
He really was whimsical.
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Vesta had seen many a spirit, ok maybe not that many besides the ones that Avery 'created', Shiro and a few others here and there, but compared to many people she had seen far more spirits than one could ever hope to meet in a hundred lifetimes. Despite that, and all the bizarre ones that Avery created, she had yet to see a spirit like this one. It was like a cross between a field and a turtle, a rather unnatural looking creature with flowers and the like sprouting from it's shell.
Despite that, it's small size made it 'cute' one would say and it certainly caught Vesta's interest. Picking up her cup once more, the Celestia heir took a long sip of her tea as she listened to the turtle speak.
At the mention of strong magic, Vesta slowly lowered the cup back down onto the table again and looked down at it, locking gazes with it for what might seem like an eternity to those around.

Having seem to come to some sort of silent agreement, Vesta nodded briefly.
[color=a0410d]"I don't have a problem with looking after Young Elanil, despite what Father has to say about it. Though my line of work is a risky one, so I cannot guarantee her safety at all times. But if it's tutelage in magic she requires, then look no further than the Celestia family."[/color] Vesta seemed to be thinking hard about something, something that the turtle said that bothered her. It wasn't the possible power that this girl harnessed, honestly Vesta didn't judge too much on such appearances. After-all, she herself had been vastly underestimated when she was the girl's age only to embarrass older children in her use of magic. No, it was the other thing the turtle had mentioned.
[color=a0410d]"Though I must ask. What do you mean by 'short life'?"[/color]
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With interest one could only associate with madness, Summer sat there brewing her tea as she allowed Blanc to delve into her entire life story. As in, every single second of her 188 years it would seem.
While some people might try to stop the deluge of words that continued to flow from the elf's mouth, Summer simply sat and listened, not seeming to be too bother by the prospect of sitting here for an eternity and a half listened to Blanc. She certainly had put up with worse, that was for sure.
It would seem that elf wanted to be an adventurer...how truly, truly...ADORABLE! Just the very thought of Blanc here, trying her very best before failing and wearing a sad, pouty face, or coming across a truly powerful foe and cowering in fear adorably, or getting drunk and adorably started bar fights she would lose in an instant, get thrown out onto the curb before throwing up in an alley and sleeping in a box for the night soon filled the woman's mind. The only sign that she was even listening was the occasional nod of the head.
Oh, she just wanted to take this elf home and keep her! She was just too cute! Especially with how she enthusiastically talked about every single moment of her life, like being asked to tell Summer about herself just made her the happiest person on the continent!
As Blanc delved into her previous line of work, being a hunter tailor, Summer held up her hand calmly to stop Blanc for a moment. One would think she was about to change the subject, but nope. 
[color=39b54a]"I just wanted to know if you would like some tea Ms Neige, seeing as I have some freshly brewed here and talking must be hard on the throat. Do indulge."[/color] The way Summer spoke her name was very much in the same polite, though no where nearly as blunt and bored, tone that Vesta spoke in.
Pouring some tea into two cups, one of the skeletal hands from before offered Blanc one of the cups while the second one lifted Summer's cup to her lips so that she could drink and keep both her hands interlaced together on her lap.
[color=39b54a]"Oh but do continue, unless you wish to talk about something else?"[/color]