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Once inside the house, Zephiel immediately went to clean up. He had gotten quite a bit of dirt on his clothes and hands from the weeding, and of course he couldn't go to dinner like that. As he dealt with that problem, he noticed his thoughts wandering back to the girls who had arrived earlier that day. An interesting variety, it seemed, especially that one girl. What a curious attitude she had. First she picks fights, then goes on about love and flowers and such...but at least it was interesting. There had been both boring, practically one-dimensional girls and deeper, more layered ones visiting the mansion before. She definitely fit within the second category, and as much as it bothered him, he felt like he wanted to know a bit more.
Faeya's thoughts drifted as she tended to the thorned flowers. She thought about the girls she arrived with, hoping they were okay, but they slowly shifted to the boys that lived there. They were nothing like the boys back home, always trying to get something they wouldn't get; these boys didn't have an alternative motive like the other boys did. Then she thought about the one boy that she fought not even five minutes of being in the same room together. She would admit, it was not the best of first impressions. She was her mother's daughter after all, but after being in the garden with him; she noticed how calm and laid-back he truly was. Not to mention good loo- She stopped her thoughts right there when she realized her hands were starting to bleed a little too much. She looked down and her hands were all cut up by the thorns of the roses. Her eyes widened slightly and she quickly jogged back to the house. She didn't want to touch anything, so she kept her hands behind her back. She saw the door was open and she shouted "wait! Hold it open!" She slid through after one of the other girls and said "thanks!" Before wrapping her hands with the bottom of her shirt and jogging to the towels in the kitchen.