The Secret Garden

[Neron]

Sunlight danced from the heavens above, waltzing on the leaves, and leaping onto the ground. It was springtime and what a beautiful time it was. New life seemed to burst from the seemingly dead ground. The earth had once again laboured through the winter season and given birth to beauty and light once more.

It was on such a day that Miriel couldn't contain her happiness. Somehow she had dragged Neron out to see all the different flowers that had just started to show their faces to the world. "Oh, look Neron! The soft pink on this rose, how beautiful!" The light seemed to blaze off of her like she was made of it, her black hair swirled around her like a black river but shone like highly polished ebony. Her green eyes had so much life and beauty in them they seemed like stars. Yet even though the sun was bright and shining, it didn't seem to have any effect on her ivory white skin, which remain smooth and white, though perhaps flushed with a slight hue of pink. "Oh, and this one!" Miriel rushed forward to a blue iris that was blooming, "Look! It seems as though a piece of the sky has fallen down just for us.. Oh how I love spring!" Miriel turned to look at Neron, who was couple feet behind her.

In sharp contrast to Miriel, the light seemed to shun his form. Darkness gathered around him for refuge. HIs black hair didn't reflect the light, but rather absorbed it. Even in the warm air he had on a black t-shirt with a black vest over it. Around his wrist was a black sweat band that had the emblem of a sword with wings. To say in the least he was not enjoying this as much as she was. "Yes a piece of the sky." That at least caught his attention. "Though I believe it is a bit to purple then the sky...It needs to be more blue."

Miriel frowned at him before playfully slapping him on the arm, 'Oh lighten up you big Eyor, It's a beautiful day and one that makes you glad to be alive!" She stood back and looked at him with a scrutinizing eye, "You really need a stylist and something to lighten you up" She winked at him before tossing her head to look at the Iris again, "And for this I think it is the perfect amount of blue and purple, you just are color blind." She turned with a playful smirk on her face. Neron wasn't looking at her though. "What?"

"Someone's coming." Neron's face looked away from Miriel in the direction of the sound. They were a strange couple one a shining light and the other a dull brooding shadow.

[saerwen]

The sun seemed tobeat down uponthe earth. All of its inhabitants suffered from its heated rays. Or at least, that is how it might have seemed to a man who was more accustomed to freezing standards. Damion was tryinghard toignore the burning heat that seemed rather tolerable to everyone else around him. But then again, when you considered the fact that Jaedon was the only one near him, it didn't reallycount. That girl froze when the heat was up as hot as it could go, so no wonder she was feeling rathernice in this weather as Damion felt like an ice cube melting on the ground. It was rather annoying to watch her delightful frolicking in the sun, if that mental picture were capable ofbeing created with such a figure, while he washaving a little bit more trouble. Oh well, she had a smileon her face and that was his main goal.
They had bothcome outto that garden so that they would stop hibernating in the library. They frequented that spot a littletoo often fortheir own good,and bothhad agreed that it would onlydo good if they took a little adventure outside. Damion had also secretly hoped that while Jaedon was lost inthe color and dizzy from the smell of flowers she might spillsomething about why she had been so sour the other day inthe music room. She had stayed in er "turtle shell" on that issue ever since. He was trying to ignore the fact that she was still rather quiet and subdued at the moment. It was a little more than unnerving, but that was okay, she was happy...he thought.

Jaedon was leaning over to smell a flower that she had never seen before, it was so vibrant that she had trouble looking at it without her eyes hurting. "Hey Damion, what on earth is this? I haven't seen anything like it before."

Damion laughed when he saw it. Jaedon loved plants, but she could never remember which ones were which, and which flowers were the same. "That is a hybrid, darling. Think of lilies." He would enveranswer her directly because she could remember it if she just had a few hints. He walked over to a magnolia tree to examine one of the blooms as he waited for the light to click with Jaedon.

She hated it when he never gae her the answer... it was a little more than annoying. She heavedan exasperated sigh while she started toscroll through the roladex of flowers in her mental library. "Ummm...Is it a tiger lily?" she was not in the mood for guessing games, but she would appease him this one time.

"No,Jaedon. Try again." Damion didn't even both to look at her, he just kept examining his flower and the little green inch worm that was crawling up his finger. "This is why I am going to bring you into the garden more often my dear, you need to learn about this stuff. I now have my proof that you don't know enough about this."

"I am not a biologist Damion, I am a philosopher and logician." she looked at him with displeasure. "How 'bout a day lily?" she rolled her eyes not wanting tolisten to his speech.

"If you really are a logician then why isn't your logic communicating the fact that is obviously a calla lily because of the shape, and because of the thick stem. Why can your logic not help you realize the fact that you need some more of it?" Damion pull him self away from the tree and walkedover to Jaedon again. "Come on you mindless thing, it is obvious that we need to keep walking." He held him hand out to Jaedon, inch worm still intact.

"Aw!" She put her hand out so that it would crawl onto her. "He is so cute!" She started to study the worm and coo. Damion just watched her, shaking his head. As they rounded to corner, Damion had to grab Jaedon, who was still playing around and smiling atthe little creature, so that he could keep her from running into Miriel.

[Neron]

Miriel almost jumped five feet when JAedon almost ran straight into her, luckily Damion had stopped her from colliding into her. "Jaedon!" Miriel exclaimed happily. "Isn't it gorgeous out? Just look" She ran behind some bushed and came out with a perfectly shaped and colored rose. It was deep red color, like a ruby and it had a soft velvet feel to the petals. "Isn't it pretty? Oh, I'm so glad Spring is here! This little rose and some of the others sure have bloomed early. Seems like the earth is ready to come back to life once more."

Neron could stay in his deep reflective spirit for long, especially with Miriel running around like a chicken with its head cut off. She didn't seem to know where to go first or which flower to run to. It was quite the sight ad he couldn't help but get out of his blue mood. The usual smirk came to his face as he looked at Miriel showing off the rose with grander. She was so amused by little things, Neron himself had stopped caring for the things of earth a long time ago, sure they were pretty but they never lasted, plus bad memories surrounded him.

Miriel looked up from Jaedon and the rose to see Damion, "Damion look isn't it beautiful?" She stuck the rose towards him, "The smell is divine!" The deep red rose was quite the contrast to Damions pale figure, and it stood out quite nicely. Miriel loved plants with a passion, and roses were by far her favourite. She loved how they had such delicacy and elegance yet if not handled correctly could easily draw blood.

Neron just watched from the sidelines, He wasn't sure if he wanted to join the conversation about little green and colored things....He never understood why girls liked them so much. Turning slightly away from the group he looked at a bright yellow flower at his feet, reaching down he proceeded to pick petal after petal off of the plant. It was not out of spite or because he was in a bad mood, he was just bred.

[saerwen]

Jaedon was marvelling at Miriels happy spirit. She knew that Miriel loved flowers but it seemed that her friend was just a little too giddy. "Perhaps Damion is right, we need to stay outside for today, and go out much more often. It seems to do us all some good." She thought quietly to herself. "Yes, it is beautiful. I am in love with all of these smells, but it really is bright out here. My eyes have yet to stop stinging. I guess that is just what happens when you live a life without color. However, I would not trade it for anything... even a nice, warm bed." she pointed her sharp eyes to Damion who was standing behind her, holding her hand, examining the inch worm. "Stop tormenting the little guy Damion! Leave him alone." Jaedon scolded him like a mother would a child. She jerked her hand away in order to save the little worm. She instead shoved her hand closer to Miriel who was showing Damion the rose. When Miriel was done Jaedon pulled her arm, "Look at this guy...I have never seen one with a yellow streak down the sides like this one does." Jaedon allowed the little worm to crawl closer to Miriel. It wanted up on her arm.

As Miriel showed Damion the rose, he smiled with pleasure. He leaned in a little to sniff the rose, inhaling every ounce of its glorious fragrance and its brilliant color. "Yes, I must agree with you, my dear, it smells absolutely sensational!" he smiled at Miriel, enjoying every thing about the aura of joy around her."I am sorry my dear, but I am afraid that lazy people have no fun. I couldn't allow such an atrocious thing to happen to one of my friends, so I was forced to arouse you from your lacidazical sleep, as any good and dutiful friend would have." he leaned over towards Miriel and said in a lower voice as Jaedon's atention was drawn elsewhere. "She is still sour at me for waking her up this morning. I think she was looking to sleep in, but I decided not to allow it."

Jaedon put on a mock sour face as she listened to Damions little story. She leaned over to inspect a pansy that was growing quite near her. She loved pansies most of all. They didn't really have a strong fragrance, but they were a delightfully colored, small, cute, and always varied in styles. Some would have more rounded petals,others had little points on the end.Some would have solid colored petals, and others had multi-colored petals. You could never get bored when staring at a pansy, that was for sure. She heard something behind er and looked up to Damion. He was pulling petals off of a flower. She shook her head, and then with a smile on her face she just started to chuckle. She looked to him and decided to say what she really wanted to. "You just can't stop messing things up can you?" she continued to laugh at him silently.

[»Míríel«]

Miriel smiled brightly as Damion examined the rose. “Ah, I am so glad to be able to stretch my legs! Its been to long to be able to go outside without freezing to death..” She paused and looked at Damion with a smile on her face, “No offense.” She couldn't help but laugh at what Damion had told her, Jaedon did love her sleep way to much. Her laugh was a melodic one and it was like a summer breeze, light and always welcome. “Yes, lazy people have no fun, shame on you jaedon, almost missing out on a day like this.” Turning she saw Neron straighten up from plucking the petals off a flower and she went over there and stuck the rose in his face. “Look!”

Neron was about to answer Jaedon but instead a rose was stuffed into his face. “It's....nice Miriel..” Her looked at her with wide eyes of what is wrong with you today? When she motioned for him to take it he did, begrudgingly. But as soon as it was in his hands it was wreathed in flames that for half a second took on the shape of the rose before melting away into ashes.

Miriel stood with her mouth open, “What was that for! You just killed it!”

Neron smirked slightly, “I know.”

Miriel's eyes narrowed but just before she said anything a flash of white took her attention away. Giving him a “I'll get you back” look she went off to investigate what it was. It was a little white crocus, that had pushed through the ground. Stooping down she looked at it. She wandered back to Damion, not caring for Neron's mood. “it's amazing how things come to life after such a hard freeze. Yet it seems that winter is the time when things of earth rest.”

Neron turned his attention to Jaedon as soon as the hyper Miriel had left. “ Now..”He smirked at her, “Why would I do that?” Seeing her interest in a pansy he starting plucking the petals off one. “Though I'm sure you will have your hand in messing something up sooner or later.”

[saerwen]

Damion laughed at Miriel. “No offense taken, I assure you my dear.” He looked to one of the nearby flowers and inspected the general beauty of the little plant. He was thoughtfully quiet as she flitted around... he had questions, so many questions that he wanted to ask. He just wanted to figure one thing out, straighten another and hear of another. Why was it so hard to get certain people to talk. As much as he knew that Jaedon hated talking, she needed to start spitting some things out. It would make life a lot easier for him. He was also wondering about why Miriel had left so suddenly at the coffee shop. He wanted to ask, but was having trouble summoning up the courage. It was obvious that she had wanted to be alone, and that she had not wanted him to see that she had been distraught, so maybe he shouldn't try to pry. But it had been bugging him because he was scared that he might have done some thing wrong, or said something that was displeasing to her. If that was the case, he wanted the chance to make every possible apology to her.
He heard Miriel talking to Neron, and when she said, “You killed it!” he jerked is head around to face Neron. The stem of the once beautiful rose was shriveled up in his hand, the bud all in ashes, and the stem well of the way. Neron seemed indifferent to the displeasure that this had cased is friend, but that was okay, this just left more room for Damion to get on her good side. Damion silently sent thanks Neron's way. Miriel was coming back over towards him. They could talk now!
“Yes, it is winters job to provide everyone with refreshment from the burning heat of the sun and to give the inhabitants of the world the chance fall asleep. Every season has its place, but winter and summer have very important ones.” He put his nos up to a hydrangea bush and sniffed. He then picked off a small cluster of flowers and held it very gently. The gentle light blue petals of the flowers started to fall into his hands, and onto the ground around him. Finally unable to stand not asking ny longer he turned suddenly to Miriel. “Miriel, I can't stand it any longer.” he looked straight into her bright and appy green eyes with his icy blue ones that seemed to glow like gems in the light of the sun. “I haveto ask, did I do something wrong to upset you in the cafe?I certainly didn't mean to, and if I did then I would wish to know what so that I can make the proper amends.”

The moment that he started tearing the poor pansy up Jaedon had to look down again. “You're really one to talk, Neron.” She just shook her head. “You know, if I mess something up, then I end up not getting in trouble. You mess it up and everyone in the whole world knows. What happened to your stealth Neron?” she gave a poking remark just so that she could justify the poor pansy. Then, after seeming for a long time to not care, she just collapsed into the closest patch of grass. “I give up.” She sighed and closed her eyes, trying to block the light out of her eyes. “I give up...”she repeated herself. “Everytime I try to calm down, I run into you. Your bloody bad luck seems to be rubbing off on me.”

[»Míríel«]

Miriel listened happily to Damion explain the seasons. He seemed to know so much about nature, it impressed her. But it didn't seem much like book knowledge, but experience. Her little happy bubble was pricked by Damion bringing up the cafe scene. The smile that had once graced her face disappeared for a fleeting second, as her eyes dropped to look at the blue petals that had fallen to the ground about Damion, “No you said nothing wrong, you were merely telling me your past, I asked for it...” she stooped down and picked up one of the flowers. As she straightened she twirled the flower absently between her two fingers. Her face was still hidden by the shadow created by her bangs. “No, it was not the story of your past that disturbed me but rather something that you eluded to, an event.” She looked up at him with a sad smile. “It is funny how some parts of our past are similar and have points of connection but we never met each other before coming here. But as you, those times in my life were my winter, but without them I would never have become the person I am now.” Her smile lightened a bit after that. She didn't cut off the conversation about her past, nor did she encourage it she just simply left it open for discussion if Damion so chose to venture on that path.

Neron glared at Jaedon, “My stealth you say, where is my stealth? Jaedon..” He straightened up and dropped the petals one by one from his hand. “Have you looked at me, look at....this.” He motioned to himself. “How can you be stealthy in this. Humans are the most awkward and useless form I have ever tried out. How can you walk on two legs like this, the proper thing is to walk on all four. After all you would have thought that after seeing all the animals of the world on four feet they would have noticed it to be a better option. But they choose to be different, and different is not always better.” He smirked at Jaedon, “Hate to tell you that.” He rubbed his arm like it was stiff, “As for my bloody luck. I'd be glad to rub more off on you, perhaps I'll take some of your good luck in return. Bad luck, after all, makes life all the more interesting.” Plucking another pansy he held it out in front of him and picked petal after petal.

[saerwen]

Damion waited anxiously for her reply. He hated that he had been the cause of the failure of her smile, and her happy little self parading her joys to all. He wouldn't have asked had he not been worried that he had done something wrong. He hated having a wrong that was not reconciled quickly. It made him very guilty and very discomforted. Her answer soothed the worries that had been building inside of him, but it also aroused a new one. What part of the story was she connected to and what on earth happened that could still rub a bad spot with her? He was so curious that it almost started to gnaw at his insides physically.
“Oh.” he simply said, stil debating on whether or not to ask, and then, as though without his command, it popped out. “I really don't mean to pry, but what exactly happened?” The moment that he finished speaking he almost put his hand to his mouth, filled with shock. Trying to cover the huge blunder he quickly added. “It really doesn't have to be told if you don't want to, I admit that I am selfishly asking out of curiosity.” He had no idea what to say.

Jaedon jerked up from her lounging position. “No Neron, I am trying not to look at you as mutilate those flowersbecause it is making me mad.” she snapped as she crawled over to him very quickly and smacked his hand away from the pansies. “Your being ridiculously wasteful. Just because you don't enjoy doesn't mean others don't.” she was not speaking very kindly to him. “And as for your troubles with your current form...Get over it Neron... Just deal with it. We all have to, so you aren't excluded. Perhaps if you could manage to try a little harder for some poise it would become a whole lot easier.” She sighed with disgust and then fell back onto the ground with little attention to the fact that she was falling quite quickly. A pretty loud thud was heard as she made impact with the ground. A rather dull and uneventful thing then proceeded from her mouth. “Ow.”

[»Míríel«]

Miriel's smile shone brightly like the sun piercing through the clouds on a stormy day. “For one who says they don't like to pry, you sure like to pry a lot. As for being selfish, we are all selfish when it comes to curiosity, but I guess if we never were curious or selfish we never would learn.” The flower in her hand twirled slower now as her face got a reflective look to it. “What exactly happened, you see I was...er...” Miriel looked down at the flower once more, her face unreadable, “closely connected to the Phoenix Crime lord, he was one of my best friends, one of my guides in life. Even though many saw him as a menace and a hard hearted being, I got to see the other side. He was caring and kind and looked after others like they were his own offspring. Though he didn't show this much, especially to his croonies, he showed it to me.” She dropped the flower and watched as it slowly floated down to the ground. “When Jaedon killed him, it was like someone had killed a part of me. So when Jaedon went after me, for since I was so close to him I was next on the list, I reacted with such raw and undisciplined anger that Jaedon and I had quite the fight.” She smiled slightly as she looked up at him, “As for curiosity you should not be worried for I am very bad at that, after all, I inquired your history mainly because I always have to be careful who I am around for though the case with the Pheonix Crime Lord is long gone, I still have to be careful that to many don't know who I am.”

Neron gazed at Jaedon with a blank look. What was she talking about?mutilating flowers, when did that come into the conversation. But the stinging sensation of her slap woke him out of his confusion. “What was that for?” He hissed, “How can I be wasteful with these? They die anyways then they just go back into the ground so what is the difference. Plus if you are referring to Miriel's rose, I didn't like the color.” His voice dropped, “Reminded me to much of blood.”Neron's smirk faintly resembled a smile as she had her little fall. “Well as for someone judging others on poise you certainly have a significant lack in that area. I have to admit, I have never done THAT before. As for trying to act with poise, I do think that playing the violin is something leading to that direction, plus what do you expect me to do skip around like a faerie twirling around like a drunken fool as I make sure I don't tread on your precious pansies. Is that poise? Why don't you define that wonderful trait to me, for it would be better for you to describe it with words than actions, after that little stunt you just did. Yes.” He glared at her, “Why don't you describe it to me since you like to bring that case against me so much.” Another smirk came to him as he leaned down toward her, being careful to be out of swatting distance. “Or does your head hurt to much to answer. Which I think may be true because you ma'am are a pansy.” With this last little jab he flicked the little petals he had been holding from his “slaughter” onto her. Watching with satisfaction as they drifted down onto her face.

[saerwen]

“ With you around, anyone would be willing to bang their head, just to see if it might help in pushing you away, you stuck up, stupid reptile.” her words came out rather apathetically. She really didn't care what he was saying about her. It felt good to call him a stupid reptile though. She was a feline how could she not think of catching reptiles or any moving thing for that matter. Her eyes ran over Neron's figure with a lightly hungry look as she imagined him as a little faerie like creature prancing through the woods. She could just feel him struggling to get out of her tightly shut mouth before she started chewing. She put a hand on her stomach and let out a mumbled, “Yummy...”
As he leaned over her a little she just sat there, eyes narrowed, looking ready to eat him alive. That mental picture was all too welcoming. She gave a wicked little smile. “I would rather be a pansy than a dandelion...otherwise known as a weed. At least I have a slight purpose...” she was grinning a little impish grin that displayed the pleasure that she was taking in the next statement. “And it means that I am pretty.” She had been pulling the petals off of her face one by one and throwing them around herself. There was one more on hr nose which she blew off after the last phrase. She looked at Neron with that grin that looked so innocent, yet so evil at the same time.
Damion was a little abashed by Miriels reference to the prying. He was feeling really bad about asking now, but it was still satisfying in a way to finally get the full story. He listened carefully to every word that she said, taking everything in. He looked at the ground, studying the individual blades of grass...one by one. He looked up when she had finished.
“You are going easy on me Miriel. That was completely out of line, but thank yo for being willing to share even though I was not half so kind.” he looked down at her, studying her face. “I have to ask something else. Does Jaedon know about this?” One might have thought that the answer was obvious, bu Damion had been around enough assassins to know that when they got a job, they didn't ask many questions. They just killed who they were told to kill and then kept on going. It was nothing personal, and it was nothing sadistic, it was just a job, and they did it as well as could be done.

“What was it for? Neron! You are killing flowers. You are not picking them to smell them, you are not picking them to give to someone else, you are not doing anything with them other than destroying them. You obviously are completely unable of understanding the purpose of planting flowers. It is so that people can look at them, enjoy the fragrance and the colors and move on. With each flower you destroy you kill the joy of someone who might come walking in this garden. But then I suppose that is perfectly pleasurable to someone like you.”
His comment on her falling just made her even more ticked off than before, but it was easily calmed when she drew to mind his tipping in the music room. At that remembrance a smile came to her face. “You know full well what I mean by poise Neron. And as for what just happened, you can excuse me, I am tired, mad, and sick of you. That gives me enough excuse

[»Míríel«]

Miriel looked up at Damion, it was strange how you could look at him sometimes and see an infinite amount of wisdom and experience. “No.. Jaedon doesn't know. That is a fact I could never reveal, especially since it would be coming from me. I don't know what she would do if she found out.” She broke her gaze from Damion while she had been talking but now returned it. “Actually you are the first person I have ever told this little tidbit to. In fact this is the only part of my past I have ever told anyone.” She sighed, “So what does it feel like to have this bestowed upon you? The only person that I know or have known to know this fact about me.” She shook her head. It was strange she felt lighter after telling that. Miriel had always thought that she would be restricted by it. Now that she was thinking about it, it was weird that out of everybody she had told Damion. But she felt so close to him all of a sudden like somehow Damion had a key into her life, a key that she had never given out.

Neron looked at Jaedon with a slight confused look. “What is a point of a flower that doesn't do anything but sits and look pretty. The answer is there is no point.” He shook his head but he could help but smirk at her other question. “Ah, Yes I am a weed, how perfect. Little did you know that when you infected me, I in turn terrorized and infected you. As for being pretty, I dare say that dandelions are in themselves “pretty” but they don't have the pride or vanity to proclaim it themself. After all they are most likely the most flower that gets picked by young humans to give to their teacher or parent. Not only that but the dandelion actually has medicinal and cuisine purpose, they are strong and hardy, hard to get rid of, but that means you will always know that no mater what poison you put on them, they will come back only stronger. Thus I will that this comment as a compliment.” His eyes glinted slightly as he looked at her. He wasn't sure he liked the hungry gleam in her eye, did she eat lizards?

[saerwen]

Damion raised an eyebrow as he listened to what Miriel said. He was surprised that he was the first to know. He could almost have bet all that Neron would know everything. “Well, I wish that I could say that it was fun, but with such tidings as these, no joys could ever be expected. I will be sure to remain a faithful silence for as long as you wish.” He was serious about his promise, and he never broke his promises. He heaved a sigh as he thought about hos many times he had made that promise, to various people, from various places. How many things he had had to conceal, and oh how many time those things had caused unbearable grief to others and himself. This was a secret that he would be grieved to tell. “Altough, when you live as long as I have, you finally learn that secrets,however well kept will eventually come to the top of the water, you still find it your duty to remain silent, even longer than required.” his eyes sparkled like snow in the sun as he spoke of prolonged years.

“It doesn't have to have a point. I mean, what are you supposed to do?Do you have a point? I think...” she gave a mockingly considering look. “...Not. Absolutely useless.” She pulled a leaf off a nearby plant and started to twirl it in front of her. “That was most surely not a compliment,but if you want to be stupid and take it as such, then go ahead. Dandelions are nothing more than a common flower, whatever other pros they might have, they are all jaded in comparison to and Azalea, a Rhodadendron, or even a pansy. You are worse than a dandelion by the way. I am already so messed up that you infecting me makes little difference other than adding one more ridiculous problem into my screwed up life.” Oh the apathy...oh the cynical feelings...they were pouring through Jaedons voice and actions. She was starting to get a little upset with this.

[»Míríel«]

Miriel smiled slightly at his surprise and listened with attention to what he had to say, but her answer might be something he wasn't going to expect. “No...” Her eyes dropped for a moment. “I will not press you to keep this a secret..” Her eyes rose to meet his to show her seriousness. “I know that you will not run around telling the tale to everyone you meet, you have to much honor for that. I will not burden you.” Since she had finished releasing him from the bond of secrecy she couldn't help her own curiosity be aroused. “You say you have lived a long time?” Miriel's head tilted slightly to the side as her eyes glistened with brightness. “Forgive me for I don't mean to pry..” She smiled crookedly as she used his own words, “But pray, tell me your age. If you don't mind. Surely you can't be that old...”

Neron was also starting to get tired of this subject. “Well whether useless degraded smashed weed or a glorious pansy, both are just plants and both have their season in place.” He turned from her slightly. “Though I hate to say that I have been a problem to you.” He smirked. “It seems like our places have been switched.” He reached down and plucked a pansy, its purple and yellow face shone brightly in the sun rays. With a sly smile a mischievous gleam in his eye he turned to Jaedon. “Sorry madam for causing such a hindrance in your life.” Neron did a very smooth bow and he held out the little pansy out to her. “Will you forgive my brash and ungentlmen-like manners?” He looked up at her, “And how will I ever repay my misdeeds to your beloved flower patch?” He smirked. The whole thing was a total mockery.

[saerwen]

Damion rolled his eyes as she reused his words and asked the dreaded question. He knew that eventually, someone was going to ask about it. He might as well go ahead and spill the happy little beans... “Well, since you told one of your secrets, I suppose that I can expose one of mine.” he looked down at the ground. “To tell you the truth,I stopped counting a long time ago. At least counting by ones.” he gave a silly grin, “Thankfully I was out of kindergarten by that time. I started counting by tens, so roughly Miriel...” he sighed again as he tried to tally up he years. “Ummm...I am about 1,790 years old... next year is my 'birthday'. I will be 1,800. And no...I am not insane.” his icy eyes took on their age old look as his white and rather crinkling hair came off his shoulders. He was looking down at Miriel, a gentle smile on his face.

Jaedon started to tap her foot on the ground, anxiously wanting to just break out in a sprint...on all fours. No... she knew that she couldn't. That would be a very bad thing to do right now, especially in front of Neron. She was not going to do that again. She had been lazing in the grass with little inconvenience to herself, but when Neron knelt to the ground in front of her she practically jumped out of her skin. “Woah! What the-?” She sat straight up and stared at him hard with wide eyes that seemed to scream at him with bits of...”You're worse than pathetic.” displayed in her those deep green pool. She saw her chance to play around with him. She leaned closer to him, her face straight across from his, eyes wide with the gleam of the sun on them. She just stared at him as she slowly took the flower out of his hand. The whole time she had been rubbing her hand in the dirt...wet dirt. When she had just taken the flower she jerked her other hand up to his face and smeared some of the mud on his nose. She then started her retreat.

[»Míríel«]

Miriel nearly fell over at the tally. “You're what?” She lifted an eyebrow at him. “You....can't be...” She stammered over her words in astonishment. How could he be that old? Yet as she looked in his eyes she could see every year that he had lived. “Wow. “ She looked him over again, it was as if she was looking at him for the first time. “Well..” She smiled slightly, “You're doing pretty good for your age.” She laughed. “No wonder you have been almost everywhere. No doubt you have seen so much....so much..” Miriel looked into his icy blue eyes and seemed to be lost in them. They were breathtaking and now that the experience seemed to be flowing out of them she couldn't help but be captured by them. Now she had more respect for him then ever. “Do I need to keep this a secret?”

Neron loved the surprise that came over Jaedon and savored every second of it. Though it didn't last long until he felt the cold and slimy feeling of mud on his nose. It was his turn to be surprised. His eyes crossed as he tried to look at the dark mess on his nose. His eyes flamed slightly. “And this is why you never see that side of me.” He snorted slightly as he wiped off the mud with his black armband. “I prefer not to grovel in the dirt and get it thrown at me by the damsels.” He smirked. “Though I don't know if I would call you a damsel, more like a demon.”