one by one with accio donut. and Alpha*

[Alpha*]

Morag's hands itch, "Really Zeke? Come on! We are a team.. you're all.. the only family I have. Please, can't we work this out?" he asks softly, hurt in his voice. This wasn't the way things were supposed to be. The creature grimmaces, "Don't make me hold you down, I will."

Ammon touches her wand.

[jet pack blues]

Zeke stopped and considered, looking at no one else besides Morag. He used to be like a brother to him, way back when. Dezarae had tried speaking to him, but he had insisted that he just wanted space. He finally let off a huff of annoyance and took his original seat. "Fine," he uttered, tapping his finger on the wooden arm of the chair. "What would you like me to do?"

[Alpha*]

Morag's eyes light up, bright and hopeful, and paler than star-lit snow. The creature takes a seat across from Ezekial and thinks, "We'll partner up, when we are out there and looking. Me with Ammon, you with Dezi, or the girls together, and us together. We.. this one, is survival. We'll rely on eachother.."

[jet pack blues]

Zeke appeared to have been less concerned than he should have been. "Sure," he agreed halfheartedly, throwing in a short shrug before he got up and went to his room, not leaving time for anyone to stop him. Dezarae shook her head and sighed. "Oh dear," she murmured to herself.

[Alpha*]

Again does hurt show, silver speckles dusting his skin and the creature sighs. "Well... it coulda been worse." he tells Dezarae, summoning up a cup of his usual, Ab- mixed with chocolate milk. Morag wrinkles his nose, "Well, how should we prepare? Any ideas?"

[jet pack blues]

Dezarae couldn't help but touch a gentle hand to Morag's arm, and offer a sympathetic yet reassuring smile to him. She knew that Zeke's moodiness and seclusion had definitely affected him and Ammon. "Hm... Maybe we can make a list of spells we could use?" she suggested, looking to Ammon. "Water, fire, navigation... the basics."

[Alpha*]

Ammonia had left, looking like a ghost, a specter when they first died.

Morag smiles at his love, his everything. Somehow.. he'd have to change everything. "Mmm, good idea, library then? They have a big one here." he offers, taking her hand, wings wrything benieth his skin.

[jet pack blues]

"Sure," Dezi agreed, smiling a sweet smile. Somehow, she had been distracted enough to miss Ammonia's absence. Dezarae took bouncy steps out of their room and into the corridor, feeling the familiar butterflies tickle her tummy.

[Alpha*]

Morag is swift to be at the other's side, and swifter still to stick close. These mountains are not his territory, he doesn't feel safe. The creature smiles, once, twice and with note-book and pencil in hand enters the library. "Where should we look first?" is asked softly, flashing the librarian a nod and an id.

[jet pack blues]

Dezarae surveyed the vast room, frowning as she realized the titles weren't in English and blushing because of her lack of being able to read anything but. "Well, maybe we should just try to find a spell book, something simple," she said, rolling her bottom lip between her teeth out of nervous habit. "But can you read any of this?"