interrupting their staring, "we've taken to adopting stray True pups now? I didn't think they ever strayed..."
"He was being tormented by the other babies in the nursery. I felt bad for him, so I took him with me," Ubi said.
"Loki here is much like your True pup that you carry," Xirel started, shifting to lean back in his seat.
"Oh?" Ubi asked, interested. "Come to think of it, you do seem rather young to have known my mother..."
"Heh, that's because Awls don't physically age." Loki pulled off his silver mask, and then looked her straight in the eyes.
The light green stars over his eyes were still there, and just as neat to look at. His orange eyes conveyed to her that he intended to keep her secret from Xirel, but she would have to play his game in return.
Loki smiled and looked away from her. "Do I look like a human from your world, Ubi?"
"Some contacts for your eyes and maybe a bit of hair dye and you'd be set. You have the most interesting birthmark ever, and I don't think I could bring myself to put makeup over it." Ubi leaned closer for a better look at him. "What did my mother think of you?"
Loki's smile grew wider. "She got mad at me when I refused to take off my mask. When she hit it off by accident, she got even madder. Sybl didn't take well to anyone thinking that she was shallow." Loki's smile faded from another memory of sadness, and he took the mask in both his hands and began to manipulate it with his power over fire. "When is your birthday, Princess?"
"Uh, February fourteenth. I only remember my human one," she replied.
"Valentines Day, interesting. Earth's designated day to show your significant other how much you love them. How fitting." His fire grew hotter and larger, until the silver mask took the shape of a slender dragon. In the figurine's hands, it held a large heart-shaped card. He made sure it was cool before handing it to her. "I'm sorry I missed your birthday by over a month."
Ubi smiled and shook her head. "There are like none of Earth's customs here. You don't have to apologize."
"On the contrary, you are here, which means all of Earth's customs and celebrations are now as well," Loki replied. "Most of them are rather fun. Knowledge of both worlds is important to Awls. That's why despite being a nobody when I was a dragoon, I was chosen to lead the Eastern Tribes on becoming an Awl. My mother may have died when I was still young, but she left me one of the greatest gifts in the eyes of Awls."
"Oh?" Ubi asked, curious to what the rest of his story was.
"My never-ending curiosity and creativity."
The True's ears perked higher.
"Yet Xirel is the chimera's chief leader, right?" Ubi asked.
"Yes, Ubi, but my time is coming to an end," Xirel explained. "I think that Loki would the best choice for taking my place."
"I don't understand--you look fine," Ubi said in concern.
"Sentry Awls can live for thousands of years, sometimes even more like Alexia. But eventually their energy gives out," Loki added. "Do not worry, though, Ubi. He still has a good hundred years at the absolute least in him. We just have to think of the future."
Ubi didn't reply, as her heart filled with even more worry for Xirel's wellbeing.
"Putting that aside for now, we want to help train you to use Thread," Xirel said. "But a great deal of your mind is sealed off by someone more than a beginner with it. At first, we thought it might be another psi, possibly even Nafury, but we're not so sure anymore."
"I don't understand," Ubi said, playing innocent.
Loki looked for a moment at Xirel, before looking back at her. "We want to do everything we can to have your trust. You are important to us because you are a Fay and you're Sybl's daughter."
"That and I also care for you beyond those reasons alone," Xirel added. "I am certain that I never stopped caring about you since we first met on Earth in our other lifetime."
Ubi blushed, and she unconsciously squeezed her True phelan till it squeaked.
"It's not like
"He was being tormented by the other babies in the nursery. I felt bad for him, so I took him with me," Ubi said.
"Loki here is much like your True pup that you carry," Xirel started, shifting to lean back in his seat.
"Oh?" Ubi asked, interested. "Come to think of it, you do seem rather young to have known my mother..."
"Heh, that's because Awls don't physically age." Loki pulled off his silver mask, and then looked her straight in the eyes.
The light green stars over his eyes were still there, and just as neat to look at. His orange eyes conveyed to her that he intended to keep her secret from Xirel, but she would have to play his game in return.
Loki smiled and looked away from her. "Do I look like a human from your world, Ubi?"
"Some contacts for your eyes and maybe a bit of hair dye and you'd be set. You have the most interesting birthmark ever, and I don't think I could bring myself to put makeup over it." Ubi leaned closer for a better look at him. "What did my mother think of you?"
Loki's smile grew wider. "She got mad at me when I refused to take off my mask. When she hit it off by accident, she got even madder. Sybl didn't take well to anyone thinking that she was shallow." Loki's smile faded from another memory of sadness, and he took the mask in both his hands and began to manipulate it with his power over fire. "When is your birthday, Princess?"
"Uh, February fourteenth. I only remember my human one," she replied.
"Valentines Day, interesting. Earth's designated day to show your significant other how much you love them. How fitting." His fire grew hotter and larger, until the silver mask took the shape of a slender dragon. In the figurine's hands, it held a large heart-shaped card. He made sure it was cool before handing it to her. "I'm sorry I missed your birthday by over a month."
Ubi smiled and shook her head. "There are like none of Earth's customs here. You don't have to apologize."
"On the contrary, you are here, which means all of Earth's customs and celebrations are now as well," Loki replied. "Most of them are rather fun. Knowledge of both worlds is important to Awls. That's why despite being a nobody when I was a dragoon, I was chosen to lead the Eastern Tribes on becoming an Awl. My mother may have died when I was still young, but she left me one of the greatest gifts in the eyes of Awls."
"Oh?" Ubi asked, curious to what the rest of his story was.
"My never-ending curiosity and creativity."
The True's ears perked higher.
"Yet Xirel is the chimera's chief leader, right?" Ubi asked.
"Yes, Ubi, but my time is coming to an end," Xirel explained. "I think that Loki would the best choice for taking my place."
"I don't understand--you look fine," Ubi said in concern.
"Sentry Awls can live for thousands of years, sometimes even more like Alexia. But eventually their energy gives out," Loki added. "Do not worry, though, Ubi. He still has a good hundred years at the absolute least in him. We just have to think of the future."
Ubi didn't reply, as her heart filled with even more worry for Xirel's wellbeing.
"Putting that aside for now, we want to help train you to use Thread," Xirel said. "But a great deal of your mind is sealed off by someone more than a beginner with it. At first, we thought it might be another psi, possibly even Nafury, but we're not so sure anymore."
"I don't understand," Ubi said, playing innocent.
Loki looked for a moment at Xirel, before looking back at her. "We want to do everything we can to have your trust. You are important to us because you are a Fay and you're Sybl's daughter."
"That and I also care for you beyond those reasons alone," Xirel added. "I am certain that I never stopped caring about you since we first met on Earth in our other lifetime."
Ubi blushed, and she unconsciously squeezed her True phelan till it squeaked.
"It's not like
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