[centre][h1][color=f9ad81]Penny[/color][/h1]
[@Silver Fox][@Dezuel][@Zarkun][@Landaus Five-One][/centre]

For a moment, Penny was certain that her brain was going to catch on fire. Between Karn, Edarn, and the talking sword, things were chaotic in not much time at all. Still, the simple pure innocence of Karn was always a joy, and she would do anything to insure he remained that way. It was perhaps  just as well that Edarn had a sense of danger, a sense of how the world was, for Karn definitely needed someone to watch over him. She wasn't entirely sure what was going on though- everything seemed to happen all at once, and then Karn was hiding behind her, clutching at her clothes. She turned just enough so she could put an arm around him, [color=f9ad81]"Hey... it's okay... "[/color] She said softly, voice calm and full of warmth as she tried to calm him. 

It didn't take much effort to realise what had happened, the strong watery scent in the air... Karn would always be afraid of water, she doubted that would ever change, but being angry over it would just make things worse. She gently tightened her hold, content to just make him feel secure. The young mage- it was always hard to think of Karn as anything but young- needed to know that it was okay. And even if it wasn't, she was there to help fight his demons. [color=f9ad81]"It's just their magic. Like anyone- they aren't going to use water on you. And if they do, I'll stop it."[/color] 

Mild annoyance at the voice still in her head, Penny kept most of her attention on Karn. [color=f9ad81]"As we haven't even spoken with my sister about that... "[/color] she sighed, closing her eyes a moment, and drew in a deep breath. [color=f9ad81]"I apologise."[/color] She apologised to the new comer- not entirely sure if he was a new member or perhaps looking to join. [color=f9ad81]"Welcome to the Phoenix Wing Guild Hall. I'm Penny, one of the S-class mages. Is there anything we can help you with?"[/color] She flicked a glance around the guild, certain that there would be quite a loud response to the potential reserection of the festival, as well as a battle. 

[centre][h1][color=00746b]Michael[/color][/h1]
[@BlackMaiden][@Landaus Five-One][@Silver Fox][/centre]

Glancing out the window from his desk, Michael sighed. The communication lacrima sat where it had been for the last few days, waiting work from his brother. Either Gabriel was knee deep in something sinister, or he just hadn't had a chance to keep in contact. His gaze moved from the window back to the journal he was helping Gabriel keep- a second copy of Gabriel's research on the Celestial spirits. It wasn't much, just yet, but they were making progress. 

Waiting another moment, as if that would give Gabriel enough time to either send a message or appear, Michael eventually pushed away from the desk and moved through the room, and opened the door. He hesitated before he went back, snatched the communication Lacrima off the table, and made his way to the main hall. He shoved the lacrima in a pocket, and paused at the top of the stairs, tilting his head and frowning slightly as he took in the sounds- it seemed there was a little bit of commotion. He had thought that Master Jack had already left... Starting down the stairs, he once more stopped at the bottom, pausing as he felt the vibration of the lacrima. His heart beating fast, he hurried dug the lacrima out, relieved. 

[color=39b54a]"Coming home."[/color] That was it, just two words, but it was his brothers voice and that meant he was okay. Slightly troubled, he put the Lacrima back in his pocket, and let his gaze move over the guild hall. It was alive with activity- he doubted it was every quiet, and that was just how he liked it. 

[color=00746b]"W-well, w-we have g-good f-food h-here."[/color] He said. One time Michael might not have spoken out, things had changed, although he was still quite self conscious of his stuttering. Still, he had to interact with other guild members- and he wanted to.