Young Writers Society

"You know, that girl in The Fly's called Tawny. Not the love interest, another one." ~Clover

"Another love interest?" ~the Raven

"Another girl." ~Clover

"I assume your parents knew what they were doing. You are their child, after all." ~Romil

"Your logic is, as always, impeccable and impeachable and impressive, my lord." ~the Raven

"I know. Good to see that you remember that." ~Romil

"Red...Do you have any idea what they're talking about?" - Kaye

"For once, I have no idea. Just smile politely and nod now and again. They'll never know." - Red

*patiently* "I was talking about your name, Red." ~Romil

"He was being - my lord was expressing the honourable opinion that your parents were not suffering at the time of your birth." ~the Raven

"Be quiet." ~Romil

"Yes'm." ~the Raven

"That was a sensible snippet of conversation, actually. Skip back a few pages, you'll see what I mean." ~Iseabail

"Well, we weren't here a few pages back." ~Alarise

"Which is why the conversation is now sensible." ~Romil

"Couldn't have put it better myself, father." ~Jera

"I was here a few pages back, and the conversation was just fine." ~Fal.

"Oh, I see. I'm sorry, I'm don't often get confused - that's Kaye's role." - Red

"Hey! Not my fault they keep going off topic and then going back on without a warning! But I think I'm keeping up now..." - Kaye

"Good. Because I don't want to have to stop and explain at any time." - Red

"Whatever, Red, I'm not an idiot!" - Kaye

"Hmm..." - Red

"Reeeeed! Stop embarrassing me by throwing insults every five seconds in front of these new guys. Just because you think you're superior -" - Kaye

"Know. I know I'm superior." - Red

"Aghh! You're so hard to talk to sometimes." - Kaye

"Then go and talk to them." - Red

"Fine. Fine! I will. Iseabail! What a lovely name you have..." - Kaye

Marc: *sips coffee* "What did we miss at Starbucks?"
Jake: "A superior guy named Red and a frustrated girl named Kaye."
Marc: "Hm. So nothing interesting?"
Jake: *shrug*

"You're always running off to Starbucks. Of course it's not like you're addicted or anything." ~the Raven

"I can sympathize with them. Coffee is very nice, when you can get it." ~Romil

"What's it taste like?" ~Iseabail

"Just coffee, really. Strong. Black. A little bitter. You can have it with milk." ~Romil

"Bags the milk. Cow milk?" ~Fal.

"I hope so." ~Romil

Marc: "I run on coffee, like a car runs on gas. It's a very effective fuel source. Bio-friendly, too."

Jake: "Licorice and pork rinds work, too."

Marc: "Pork rinds are like oil - I only remember that I need them when they're stale. And licorice is antifreeze."

Vanessa: "And now you are reaching."

Marc: *grins*

"Food, glorious food..." ~Fal.

"Fried jelly and custard." ~the Raven

"Ew, fried jelly?" ~Clover

"Mm, custard." ~Iseabail

*pause*

"I have a question." ~Lorlan

"Shoot." ~the Raven

*Clover snickers*

"How do you make fire?" ~Lorlan

"Oh, well, it's because - " ~the Raven

"I believe Lorlan was talking to Marc, not you." ~Romil

"Oh. Okay." ~the Raven

Marc: *finishes coffee* "Mmm...Oh, we don't make fire. We're made of fire."

Vanessa: "Sort of. Touched fire runs in our veins. It's literally in our blood. So using fire - or at least emmitting light - isn't difficult. It comes naturally, like breathing or sweating or crying."

Marc: "But Vanessa can't do a whole lot with fire - only the Symorhen and the Haelsym can wield fire easily. But all of us give off light. We're practically our own energy source."

Jake: "Eco-friendly lightbulbs. We'd make millions."

Vanessa: "So does that answer your question?"

Marc: *raises hand* "Ooh! My turn! How does Raven make fire?"

Jake: "She's an elf."

Marc: "No she's not, she's a hybrid."

Jake: "Whatever. Elvish ancestry. Elves are like, one with nature. So elements are easy for her, too."

Marc: ...

Jake: "I pay attention."

Marc: "Shut up."

"Ah, Lord of the Rings moment there." ~Clover

"Touched Fire in your blood. That sounds so nice." ~Iseabail

"Oh my. She's actually serious." ~the Raven

"Yes. Excuse me for actually caring about something." ~Iseabail

"Fire wielding, huh? Sounds a lot like your dad, Harry." --Donik Carak

"Yeah, yeah, but it nearly kills 'em every time he tries it." --Harold Churchill

"What are you talking about, Harry? Dad just does a quick spark to light the fireplace, then takes a nap for a few seconds, and he's fine!" --Anna Churchill

"You call that a nap? It's more like he goes temporarily comatose!" --Harold

"Well, it isn't any worse than when you come back drunk on the weekend." --Anna

"Enough on that subject, sister dear! Let's go back to the wonderfully engrossing subject of hair color. Hey, our hair is red, Anna! Isn't that great? Anna?" --Harold

"You've really gotta' teach me how to make him change subject like that, Anna."-- Donik

"Hmmn... I can see how you'd like to learn that, surrogate brother. It'd be especially useful when we start talking about that certain girl you have your eyes on." --Harold

"You have your eyes on a girl, Donik?" --Anna

"No. Harry's just teasing. Now, let's get back to talking about hair color." --Donik

"What? Who is she?" --Anna

"I like red hair. It's very nice. Let's talk about that." --Donik

"No, actually, I like this change of subject just fine, Donik."--Harold

Marc: "Ooh, I sense jealousy."

Vanessa: "Hello, everyone. I'm Vanessa Gardner. Call me Nessie, if you'd like."

Marc: "Wonderful. Now that the pleasantries are done with, I want to see the girl freak out over the idea of being replaced."

"Marc, don't worry. I'm sure Donik will come back to you sooner or later. You aren't being replaced, really you're not." ~the Raven

"What?" --Donik, Anna, and Harold

"Jealous? Who's jealous?" --Anna

"Wait-wait-wait! I hope you guys understand that I'm Anna's brother, here." --Harold

"Get your mind out of the gutter, Harry!" --Anna

"I don't think his mind has ever been out of the gutter to begin with." --Donik

"Hey!" --Harold

"Now, that's going a bit too far, Donik." --Anna

"May I remind you that I'm the one who brings him home on the weekends, after he's had his 'fill.'" --Donik

"..." --Harold

"Point taken." --Anna

"I wonder where that expression comes from - 'point taken.'" ~the Raven

"No idea." ~Fal.

"Maybe in days of old, one bloke got into an argument with a second bloke, and they ended up having a sword duel over it. The second bloke got stabbed and as he lay dying, the first bloke said, 'I hope you understand now.' And the second bloke said, 'Point taken,' clutched at his wound and died." ~the Raven

"I don't think that's very likely." ~Romil

"Quite right." ~Fal.

"Oh, but it's a possibility!" ~the Raven