wisdom begins in wonder
"Oh! Hullo, Friend'a Frey." You greet the blonde cheerfully, though you are quickly distracted by the small pink dragon who is now, apparently, quite irate with you. Grinning widely with open adoration you kneel in the mud, reaching out a hand to the angry little creature, completely unperturbed by the fact that there seems to be a solid chance you will not get it back. "Hullo, Pim! I'm Kaimana but you can call me Kai if you want. You're an excellent dragon. I dun think I've seen a pink one 'afore." At least, not that you can remember.
Standing back up you make an effort to keep pace with Oia, still glancing periodically at the dragon. "Yes," is the simple answer to her question, though you laugh a little at it. Of course you know each other. "How come your notes are at The College? You don' carry 'em with you? Oia always has her notes. What if somethin' noteworthy happens?" You, of course, have absolutely no notes, but really that's what your sister is for. Your memory is surprisingly excellent considering what an airhead you can be, and you generally just recount your discoveries for your twin to carefully categorize.
Standing back up you make an effort to keep pace with Oia, still glancing periodically at the dragon. "Yes," is the simple answer to her question, though you laugh a little at it. Of course you know each other. "How come your notes are at The College? You don' carry 'em with you? Oia always has her notes. What if somethin' noteworthy happens?" You, of course, have absolutely no notes, but really that's what your sister is for. Your memory is surprisingly excellent considering what an airhead you can be, and you generally just recount your discoveries for your twin to carefully categorize.
