Damn, it had been a quite a while since Kyle had been down this way. Why the last time had been when Merrow had met the rest of his family, well except for his forever missing father. Of course there was always plenty of time for him to meet his father the good thing had been that he had met both his brother and sisters. Lukenze had denied a display of affection from his own mother. Kris had been overly excited and had babbled on and on about her favorite colors, and Ari, well Ari ha been quite the little intellectual.

And to think that little stinker had nearly slept through the entire encounter, the little jerk. He had been in the middle of a giant love fest and all he wanted to do was sleep, however, today there would be no more sleeping, no today was an excursion just between the two of them.

Merrow looked wistfully into a puddle staring into his own golden eyes. This wasn't a habit of narcissism, no instead it was an attempt to obtain understanding through observation. He knew that his breed was more adpet in the water than on land, he however as of yet had failed to learn how to swim. So through close observation of nature, or rather in this case water, he was hoping to find that truths about himself could be revealed. What had that principle been? In any case it didn't really matter is it was one of the things Kyle seemed to go on and on about.

Speaking of familiar subjects he had received a rather long lecture from his grandfather in draconic this morning. That's right as if he didn't already control enough of Mei, Lucy's, and his own life he had taken the time to learn draconic. Admittedly it was oddly accepted with common in some places, but aside from that he was entirely fluent.

Which meant no more smart remarks behind his back.

No more jokes made between the siblings about his fur color.

And no privacy.

Then again he loved his grandfather. The term grandfather had been coined by Merrow's mother and uncle, Heloise and Bile, becaue Kyle had effectively raised them both from hatchlings. Even though the boy himself was only about seventeen years or so of age both of them had thought it rather fitting to do so.

"How you holding up tought guy?"

"Fine, zank you."

"Anythign interesting in those puddles?"

"Just exzameening zem."

"Ah, okay lets get going again."

"Yus grandfazer."

The fox gave him a mock look of severity and set off to chase him while the little one giggled as he dashed off. Little smart alick.

Lucasta didn't want to admit it. Really, she didn't. But the fact is that she was concerned about her human- her stupid human. They weren't bonded in the least- Lucasta's feelings for Vixen were on a subzero level, in fact. But even on their few outings, Vixen's usual attitude had become apparent- sarcastic, bright, friendly, yet shy. This was a drastic change- and Lucasta couldn't help but wonder why. If only she had been taught to talk and understand human speech! Maybe then she would get the Humanish woman's frantic mumblings.

It was one of those days for Vixen. Another one of those endless, dreary days, despite the sun and it's shining. Ever since... he disappared like that, all days blended in together, time was irrelevant. That is, except for nights- she regonized nights, solely because that was when her hallucinations and nightmares came... Reluctant though she was to admit it, she was having illusions of him- images of his shot, mangled corpse moving around, shuffling about her bedroom... The mental scene of his brother pulling the trigger setting off regular nightmares, scaring the crap out of her pets and her roomie as she screamed.

Absently, she stroked her engagement ring.
It still wasn't registering. She wasn't getting better. If anything, she was getting worse. The imaginary gash in her chest throbbed reguarly, and her muscles ached as she moved. Her thoughts ran in frantic fever circles, repeating the same information of he's gone, he's gone, it's your fault, he jumped in front of you, your fault, he's gone, just you, not a pair anymore, not him and you, just you, you who let him die, he's gone... Over and over. Nothing else registered. It was a miracle she ahd even had the motivation to get dressed this morning. Her choice of clothing had deminished rapidly, as she had gotten rid of anything that she had worn with him, anything that reminded her of him... She had quit her job at the night club- he had, after all, been a bartender there.

But here she was, out and dressed in jeans, a long-sleeved v-neck shirt, and a long white under-shirt. And with her Draconic! These random wanderings usually left her alone. Lucasta would've been relaxed, had it not been for Vixen's... stillness. Her eyes were dead. And was she thinner, or was she just imagining it? Her similarly purple eyes narrowed, trying to decipher whether her memory of Vixen originally had been distorted, or if the girl really had lost a few pounds. The result was the same- she wasn't healthy. She was scrawny.

Lucasta moved ahead of Vixen, no longer able to stand how she looked. Why should she care? Her and Vixen weren't close... But Lucasta had a motherly nature, and it was difficult to overlook someone in such hurt. Instead, she busied herself with looking around the semi-familiar trail- and then on the smell of company. She crooned softly, eagerly, and quickened her pace. Vixen didn't even glance up- impatiently, the Mist Dragon swiped at Vixen with her tail. The twenty-one year old stumbled a bit, and would have kept walking, had she not caught site of.. vaguely familiar blue fur.

She knew this guy from somewhere... She stared at the fox, unable to determine where. Her memory was horrible these days- everything past a certain point was erased. But the recognition struggled under the subconcious block, and finally produced a name: Kyle. A guard from the night club. Vixen paused mid-step, unsure on whether or not she should (or could) face him. But Lucasta had already gone forward to take a look at his dragon company. With a sigh, Vixen tried to force a smile on her face, but it felt unfamiliar, and strange- likely looking like a grimance. Dropping it quickly, she mustered what she hoped sounded like a friendly tone.

Hey.

She winced. It sounded thin and flat to her own ears.

His attention turned to Vixen and her companion, oh poor Vixen. He had worked at the Midnight panther with, correction he still worked at the nightclub, she didn't. It had been an idyllic sort of time at the nightclub for a while, even if they did have an eccentric owner who threw the waitresses into revealing outfits. He wouldn't lie, it was fun. However shortly after opening there had been a terrible crime commited, he was still fuzzy on the details, but he knew it was terrible. And the worst thing was that he couldn't do anything about it.

"Hey, it's good to see you again."

The words had come out shy and reserved. He didn't know what to say to her, nothing would help probably. He hadn't realized how crime ridden the labs had been before now. They needed some sort of police force to tell the truth something to give a sense of security back to the people.

"Nice to meet you madam dragon."

He bowed low as he spoke in the draconic tongue. He had no idea whether or not she spoke common, it was always a safe bet that they could understand their own tongue at least.

"Nice too meek choo."

Merrow emulated his companion as bowed low as well.