The Definite or Defiant ~1x1~ V.1

[.:TenorMahol:.]

"Trust me. If you want to, Trace would be fine with it. He's a bit hard to talk with because he doesn't have but me, Raven, and Xerxes." I giggled. "But don't worry about it. Just go two miles East and it's a mansion in the middle of the woods. He'll be home, probably sitting on his couch polishing his pistols. But don't worry if he points one at you. They aren't loaded." I said.

[~AmethystMonolik~]

She looked at me uncertainly. "With my luck it would probably the one time they would be. . ."

[.:TenorMahol:.]

"Trust me you're fine." I rubbed Callie's back, then set her back down on the floor. She opened her wings and crawled quickly to the bed, climbing up Raven's leg and attaching herself to his head.

[~AmethystMonolik~]

Raven looked up at her and smirked. He blew up, into her face. Playfully.
"Mm... Okay... Thank you." She quietly walked out.

Trace

There was a soft knock on the door and then a girl with crutches and a wrapped leg walked in and looked around. She had long brown hair and brown eyes, and she was pretty thin. . . However, she did look really beat up. Like a trouble maker.

[.:TenorMahol:.]

I grabbed my sword and unsheathed it. I walked to her. "Who are you and what are you doing here?" I asked.

[~AmethystMonolik~]

Her eyes got wide, and she stumbled back. Her crutches fell out from under her, and the crumbled to the ground, hitting her head on the door. "Ow. . ." She rubbed the back of her head. "She didn't warn me about the sword. Nooo. Of course not. She just told me about the guns that aren't even out." She grumbled softly. Then she sighed. She looked up at me, hesitating. "I...- Well...-" She took a deep breath. "Please quit pointing that sword at me. It kinda freaks me out." She touched finger to the sword and carefully pushed it away from her. "I've already been to close to dying today."

[.:TenorMahol:.]

"Why are you here and maybe I'll stop threatening to kill you." I said, trying to decide whether I liked her attitude or not...

[~AmethystMonolik~]

She looked up at me uncertainly. "Okay... Well do you want to hear a short version? Yeah I'd prefer to tell that one. I crashed through...- What's her name again? Blaze- I crashed through Blaze's window -or was it that guys window?- and then she helped me out and told me that I could stay over here for a few days because you'd keep me from being killed." She frowned up at me. "But I do think that she was incorrect, or maybe I have the wrong person. I mean, you don't really look like a 'Trace' so I'll just be going on my way, if you don't mind." She backed up and cautiously reached up to open the door.

[Tell me why? Or why?]

[.:TenorMahol:.]

[Why are you]

I sheathed back my sword. Then bowed once. "I apologize, Milady, for my very inappropriate welcoming." I picked up her crutched and held them out for her to take. "I have a three extra rooms for you to choose from."

[~AmethystMonolik~]

[crutches]
"You can call me Tish. . ." The girl slowly pulled herself to her feet with the help of the doorknob. Then she gently took the crutches from me as she watched me, still seeming uncertain as to whether she should trust me or not. "Thank you. . ."