".. - .../ ... ..- .--. . .-./ -.-. --- --- .-../ - ---/ -- . . -/ ... --- -- . --- -. ./ . .-.. ... ./ .-- .... ---/ .-- . .- .-. .../ .-/ -- .- ... -.-" Sylver told her happily.

"Hey Syl, did you find a new edgy friend?" Rhys asked her as he approached, a smug look on his face. Sylver just glared at him. ".- -/ .-.. . .- ... -/ ../ .- -.-. - ..- .- .-.. .-.. -.--/ .... .- ...- ./ ..-. .-. .. . -. -.. ..." She clicked back harshly

[it's so cool to meet someone else who wears masks]
[at least I actually have friends]

Alana had her hands within the main pocket of her hoodie, but her hood fell down and her hazel gaze met his. Without a word, she dragged him closer, her hands still in her pockets. "I didn't here you very well. Mind repeating that?" A manic glint entered her eyes.

Click, click, step, step, click. The zippers of his pack clicked as he quickly made his way across the airport. He was late! The walk had taken a lot longer than he had thought yet he didn't let it stop him. His bag was packed and he was ready to start a new life way from the pain his family brought him. Puffing his chest out a bit more he tightened his grip on the backpack and quickened his pace. This though only led to him tripping and smacking his face upon the floor. Blood trickled from his lip as sat back up. Great! Just something else he needed to worry about! Sighing he went to push himself when a hand extended towards him. Looking up he found it was a girl about his age, reaching out to help him up.
"T-thanks..." Onmund said his face turning red. She was beautiful! He hair was a blonde color to match her deep blue eyes, yet she had the air about her that just said that she was a fighter.
"Don't mention it." TorilandOnmund answered pulling the boy to his feet. "We all need help getting back on our feet sometimes. I'm Toril."
"Onmund...." He clearly had no clue how to respond to this other than glancing down a hand on his bleeding lip.
"Let me guess, are you going to the school as well?" The girl asked continuing towards the gate. Onmund nodded and followed. "Good, I was afraid I had missed the plane...I haven't seen many people my he walking through here." The two were silent for the rest of the trip until they got on the plane. There were a whole plane full of people! "Hey mind if I sit with you? I know we just met but I know more about you already then I do them..."
"Oh-um...sure." The boy smiled. Yay! A friend!

Sylver, who was panicking, simply threw her arms out, shoving Rhys and Alana back away from each other as hard as she could. Rhys simply just took his seat next to Sylver, who maintained eyeconected for another second before turning away from each other

Alana growled through clenched teeth and got up, opting to sit next to the overenthusiastic Bera. "Hey."

Hi..? She said, a bit unsure why she was re introducing herself

".... . -.--/ -.-- --- ..-/ .-.. --- --- -.-/ ..-. .- -- .. .-.. .. .- .-./ -.. ---/ ../ -.- -. --- .--/ -.-- --- ..-?" Sylver asked a girl sitting near her, moving to get a little closer. ".--. .. .--. . .-./ -- . .-. .. .-- . .- - .... . .-./ .-. .. --. .... -?" Sylver asked her

[Hey, you look really familiar, do I know you?]
[Piper Meriweather, right?]

She recognized the code the girl was using at once. "Yes! We might have met before- you're related to the first Tzala, am I correct?" Piper was related to the first Argi.

"I'm sorry did you say Tzala?" Onmund asked to the people talking in front of him. "I mean...oops. Sorry I didn't meant to interrupt." Again his face grew red and a hand went up to cover the wound on his lip.
"Tzala?" Toril asked not sure what they were talking about. "What's that?"
(Do they have the pets yet?)

(Nope, they'll get them... in a different way ;P You'll see)

"Yes." Piper turned, her bright smile widening. "And Tzala are the Shadow speaker mages- they read people's shadows in a way similar to Adimen. They can also control their shadows and make multiple. Most are partnered with Argi mages- like me -to create 'duplicates', or mixes of shadows and colors."