- {Raphael | Abelard}
- Raf. The gypsy had actually just... called him Raf. And that that moment, Raphael didn’t know whether he should laugh, or feel affronted. But while his brain was working, his body settled on a mixture of the two on its own. Though he looked every bit as an offended aristocrat would, hand on his chest as if he had been wounded, the corners of his mouth were struggling to play up in a smile. He wouldn’t allow them to, of course. He had been taught better. He could hear Abelard, who had come to a stop behind him, chuckle throatily. The Daemon was obviously amused by the whole situation. Raphael only huffed, deciding that he would discipline his Daemon later. And by discipline, he meant ignore, arms crossed and back turned towards the bear like a little kid, until his other half either crawled back begging for forgiveness, or knocked some sense into him. The latter was more likely. Still, it was some time until that situation would come to be. In the mean time, Raphael was more concerned about the rest of the words that had come out of the girl’s mouth.
Fire, she had said? And wasn’t that like music to his ears. “Alright.” he muttered, even though the girl had already moved away. He turned on his heel, but before he entered the stables, he looked over his shoulder towards her “It’s Raphael!” he called out, making sure that he was loud enough so she could hear him. With that, he marched back towards the piles of hay inside, looking every bit like he was on a mission. Abelard seemed to be conflicted, glancing curiously at the rest of the children and Daemons that were up and about. However, after hearing Raphael’s annoyed and theatrically dramatic sigh, he followed the boy back into the stables. Raphael was already in one of the stalls, observing two piles of hay and deciding on which one he was to take from. Obviously not the one that he and Abelard slept in. Despite the itchiness that it left him with, and the silent agreement between him and his Daemon that hay was, and never would be, a decent resting place, it was still their bed. And Raphael would sooner agree to being called Raf than do anything to further ruin the so-called bed that he slept in. It wouldn’t do, after all. And so, he picked the other pile. It had much less hay, so he assumed that nobody was going to sleep in it.
“Okay, Abelard, turn into your most... uh, handy form and help me get this to that gyp-girl.” he caught himself in time. It wouldn’t do for others to hear him call the girl that. As he came from an aristocratic family, it was obvious that he wasn’t regarded as a nice person by the less unfortunate souls. His father had told him once, that they were only angry that they didn’t have his money and status, and that they were below the better people. He hadn't repeated it, probably because he had been sure that his son had gotten the message. After his captivity and eventual escape, Raphael wasn’t as inclined to believe the man. But having been taught so since he had begun to communicate with the people around him, it was hard not to stick to the old ideals. They spoke of much simpler times for Raphael, when he had been regarded as a person of higher status, and everybody else had been peasantry. But, in their group of children of many classes, nobody was above another. Not even their so-called leader, even if it somehow happened to be that only Raphael thought so.
“I’ve got it.” Raphael was startled out of his musings when Abelard's furry head nudged his leg. The Daemon had transformed into a medium sized monkey of some kind -and for the life of him, Raphael couldn’t tell which kind exactly- for what other creature had more dexterous arms. Nodding at his other half, Raphael himself took an armful of hay, and began leading the way back to the girl. She had already started a fire, and for a moment Raphael wondered if he had brought the hay for nothing. But then he remembered... they needed something to help keep that fire going. Inwardly, he berated himself for his stupidity, though his face remained blank. “Here,” he said to the girl as he finally came to a stop next to her “Where should I put it?”
Also, I don't think we need more drama, but Quiana could burn the stables down accidentally if anyone fancies that. 
She's being risky, building a fire in a scrap yard like this.]]
