[center][h3][color=#cc33ff]Fiala: making a scene[/color][/h3][/center]

Fiala opened her eyes as she heard Goehearth's outburst. She looked toward him without moving her head, and smirked. [color=#cc33ff]"What's wrong, brother? A spot of bad luck?"[/color] Without lowering her arm, she snapped her fingers, locking him further into his form. It wasn't her fault to begin with, but she was more than happy to take the blame. And by her doing, it definitely wasn't a permanent lock... it would just be much harder to shift back when the time came. She threw her legs over the side of the chair and leaned back as far as she could, lowering her arm to drape it across her forehead. [color=#cc33ff]"Oh, whatever will you do?"[/color]

Hearing a knock at the window, Fiala shifted out of her dramatic pose just enough to glance toward the source. She returned the figure's wave, and laughed as she watched her sister struggle to enter the building. It reminded Fiala of Peter Pan, when Tinker Bell gets stuck in the keyhole and struggles to free herself, but in a less... fanservey way. [color=#cc33ff]"Iratze - I'd recognize that head of hair anywhere."[/color] She tilted her head slightly. The window pane would open easily on the next try - although if too much force was used, it would swing in such a way to knock the messenger aside. Returning to the Transatlantic accent, Fiala called, [color=#cc33ff]"Come join us, doll. Have some giggle water and hear Desious's tale."[/color]