(Sorry in a rush!)
Jora looked up at him happy he offered. "You mean it?!" She said a little loudly and started blushing. "I mean that be great if you would, I haven't flown lately..." She said and by lately she meant years.

(It's okay! I'm just glad you could post at all.)

"Of course I mean it! Do you mind if I fly fast?" he asked, hoping she didn't mind speeds and ups and downs. He twisted the pencil some more, wondering what to draw. "I was always interested in aircraft. I love flying," he said, "Stars, water, and flying...." He pulled out another sketchbook. "I know I can fly without the help of aircraft, but not everyone can fly, so..." he opens the book, and shows the first page to Jora. It was a sketch of a plane. He had labeled the different parts. "None of them would ever really fly though. I can't get the designs right." All the planes he had drawn were made of wood and canvas, older materials. He didn't like to use metal. It was too heavy and cold.

Jora looked back down fiddling with her sleeve again. "I don't know. I haven't flown in so long I don't remember if I did't like going fast." She looked down at his drawing. "That looks cool! Maybe my mom or your sister could help you with it to make it work..." She thought and said it at the same time. "Unless it's kind of your thing and you don't want help. I got really touchy with my dad when he tried helping my paint my room in the human village when I started living there. So yeah I know what it's like wanting to have your own project." She tried to figure out how lame that sounded to her and cringed when she figured it out. "Sorry that sounded dumb..."

"I'm the one who can't keep a conversation going," said Orion, wincing when he remembered his failed attempts at conversations. "And yeah, I get what you mean. It's sorta like that. I guess I just want to be able to good at doing something that my dad doesn't think is a waste of time. If someone helped me, it would kinda defeat the point," he said, thinking about the comment that his dad had made that had gotten him interested in planes. "What color did you paint your room?" asked Orion, trying to fit in answers and responses to everything Jora said. He hoped he had covered everything. He flipped to the last drawing in the book. "I almost made a design that could fly. With a few tweaks, it could get off the ground. Anything beyond that... I don't know..."

Jora looked up at his question. "I painted it white. It was a bright pink and drove me crazy." She paused deciding if she should explain why. "I find it easier to think and paint when your surroundings are plain." She looked down at the drawing of the aircraft. "I hope you don't think of this as pushy but even if you don't want to ask for help designing it then maybe you could ask my mom or dad for materials to make it a little easier...." She really hoped she hadn't just offended Orion by suggesting it.

@bmrbgttyjjl Mr. Duskrade heads to his classroom to set up for the new students that would be coming in this year, he will try to be nicer this year becaused he was asked to. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Von watches as kids start to leave"come,lets go before we are late i heard we hav a strict teacher this year" he says before standin up and heading to class. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Ashton gets up going to class sitting in the back corner near the window.

''i know but i don't like be with so much people in the same room'' Ilena notice the name of the class : Animal Class. '' what, on my book i am in the Bird Class, i think it can be a good idea to go there before they start'' she rush outside of the class and take his monster form..

"Thanks for the offer, but I want to prove I can do something on my own, without help. I'm not doing a very good job of it though," he said, sighing as he looked down at the last drawing in the book. He hated not being able to do things without help. This sketchbook was one of the first things that no one had helped him with, and it wasn't working out. That was the one reason why my sister and I didn't always get along. She didn't need any help most of the time. But I always did, and I got jealous of her. It was stupid for getting jealous at her for having talent. He closed the sketchbook, not meaning to slam it. He pushed it toward the edge of his desk, not wanting to put it away, but not wanting to look at it.

Jora completely understood. "And I get that." She got the vibe that he was thinking of someone who could always out do him so she decided to tell him about her mother. "My mother always tried to teach me how to blacksmith but I never was able to do anything in there. I was good at drawing and that was it. I'm not even good at talking to people!" She said it telling the truth.

Orion nodded, " Another thing we have in common. Maybe we could find something we're good at. I'm sure there's something out there. You know, we are talking now, so we can't be too bad at it." he grabbed the book back and turned to the last page. "Drawing..... I just wish I could prove it's not useless. How could I do that?" he said, wondering out loud. He sighed, "Even if I did, I want to be able to do something besides draw." He realized that Jora might have thought he was saying he was getting tired of drawing. "Not that there's anything wrong with drawing."