[hr][hr][h1][b][i][center][color=Olive]Richard Laine[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h1]
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[center] [b][color=Olive]Location: Formal Sitting Room[/color][/b] [/center]
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Richard glared at the two pixie children as they whirled into the room. One hand propping up his head as he narrowed a snake-esque eye at Tatl. [color=Olive]"I will speak to you as I choose. You would to well to learn to respect your elders, little Tinkerbell. As well as heeding your own advice."[/color] Though he looked stern, his tone was firm and not cruel. Though he was going to let out that bit of cruelty out on some unfortunate soul the next time he sparred someone other than his sister or any woman. Giving a smirk at Tael's actions Richard couldn't help but chuckle slightly.

[color=Olive]"You say calling people names is rude, but did you not call my sister weird as your brother said?"[/color] The assassin pointed out with annoyance. [color=Olive]"As for who I think I am? An assassin, well, former."[/color] The man smiled with a mocking grin. [color=Olive]"Currently I'm a protective brother and I guess you could call me Ayita's tutor in how humans work when she bothers to ask. It's all rather curious at how our [i]dear[/i] mother screwed up so badly. Though, I'll call it a blessing in the long run."[/color]

Richard mused absently, not even really talking to the annoy Tatl so much as the calmer Tael. [color=Olive]"If Ayita is strange perhaps it is because you expect a human mind at all times. Well, what happens then the human mind is put on hold for... five years or so? Five years of thinking only of survival and learning how to shift and move through mountain, sea, and sky. Never knowing if you'll be able to shift back to what you were born as because there is always that constant barrage of the instincts of every creature battering at you."[/color] Shaking his dark head, Richard smiled fondly. [color=Olive]"I admire her for it, and for remaining human. Her life would be easier if she gave into the urge of the sea."[/color] There was a sadness in the assassin eyes that turned to iron as he looked at Tatl. [color=Olive]"And you will be nothing but polite to her. Else I may make sure there's only meatloaf in the kitchen for the next year."[/color] Poor him! Having a hard month of worrying about his sister when she was in the North with her 'mate'. Now she was back and he was second in her eyes, though he understood why she didn't tell him everything. She was private. It was how she was, had always been.

[h1][b][i][center][color=ForestGreen]Ayita Dyrkin[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h1]
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[center] [b][color=ForestGreen]Location: Outside[/color][/b][/center]
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Ayita blinked as the cats rubbed up against her, moving to give them the attention they desired before they move onto Allison. She had little to do with tamed creatures, if one could call a cat 'tame'. They were selective beings that chose the person and not the other way around. [color=ForestGreen]"Do not let them loose in the air. For all your care they do not have the song of the wind in their veins."[/color] Ayita stated softly to Gambit with a slight glint in her amber eyes as she studied the man who was seeking Pietro's life. [color=ForestGreen]"You would do well to speak with my Brother. He would find you most interesting."[/color] They had a similar attitude about them. The strange language that was French that slipped from Remy was partly understandable due to the few words Richard would mutter to her or himself in those late nights when comfort was found in quiet companionship.

Turning from the group, Ayita repressed a sneer as Marygold planted a seed of catnip and grew it. The kittens snatching it to race into the manor. Stamping on the rising urge to start a fight with the woman, Ayita nodded to Allison before shifting from woman to large several. Her hide rippling over muscles that had been hone on the hunt. Sniffing the carrier to catch the scent of the three troublemakers, Ayita turned towards the manor giving Marygold that wide berth and even placing Allison between the two of them as she pointedly ignored the woman. Flicking her tail she easily bounded after the cats, casting a thought back to Remy to perhaps ease the man's mind if it reached him. [color=ForestGreen][i]"I watch small cats. [b]Not eat.[/b] Safe they be."[/i][/color] There was a certain snarl the mind voice about the eating bit and it didn't feel completely human. Keeping pace the large several sniffed about looking to locate the three ruffians.