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Bus Woes

Kaya had, upon beig able to live in the W.I.T.C.H. bus for the time being, happily cooked meals for the inhabitants where she could, pleased that she could finally do her part. Today, when she woke up, she hadn't seen Matt. Thinking he might be out for a Council related activity, Kaya had let this pass, exercising in Will's classroom, training her body, and then popping over to visit Billy. When she came back, she got the feeling that Matt was still gone, and she started to worry, just a little bit. She asked around for him, but no one, not even those on Council, had seen him that day. Still, she was willing to ignore this, wait because it wasn't possible. How could it be? He was a Concil member, he was the W.I.T.C.H. bus person, it wouldn't make sense.

But she knew it was true. Felt it as surely as if she'd been told, and she couldn; bear to be around anyone, bemoaning his loss. After all, these were feelings only she knew right now, that loss of something she'd had after she had weathered so many changes. She had not thought it possible to be this cruel, after all of that.

And so she wandered to the baths, stripping down and sinking into the baths. It was perfect: she coudl cry all she liked adstay underwater so no one was the wiser.

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"I think I can understand where that person may have been coming from, but to condemn an entire race for the actions of few seems like a very silly thing to do." Much like the Night Elves sending their arcane-using kin into exile. Look where that had gotten them?

"Such things, I think, are hard for people to come to terms with. Many people, it seems, only do such things so that they might come to protect the things that are important to them. I suppose it is in our natures to do so. Animals, though simple in comparison, are the same way."

Fontaine gave the elf a skeptical look at his words and Nokosi flicked one of the creature's large, blue ears. "Just because you are smarter than the average wolf does not mean you hold yourself above your base instincts, wolf."

Fontaine only growled out a grumble thought it seemed that on this subject he would have to reluctantly agree.

"In any case," he started, turning his gaze back to the girl walking beside him. "I do not think it is strange at all as I am much of the same. The stories of truth are very often more wild and exciting than even fiction would be. The words spoken, the way the story is retold, the simple sound of one's voice when speaking...all of my very favorite things about hearing a good tale."

"I agree," Kaya said. "We had someone like that here for a little while who had a thing against many humanoid species: our skin was too dark, our eyes weren't round enough, things like that She was very ignorant and unpleasant to be around She was also the only one to ever ear an actual punishment from Stacy: something I would never wish on anyone, mind you, but she had caused a lot of trouble to begin with."

She nodded. "It's a sad thing, when people take something that should be used as a good thing and purposely misuse it so they can hurt others. I'm not blaming the Avatar gang for what they did: the war was getting pretty bad and threatened to snuff out everything. It's just a very sad thing, to lose something like that from the world."

Zhin listened to the exchange between Nokosi and Fontaine and uttered a sound Kaya had never heard before. She could have sworn that it sounded something like laughter.

She smiled. "Yes, exactly! I've made some of the best friends on this ship because of just having an ear to sit and listen to their stories. It's one of the best things about the ship: you can learn a lot about some of the similarities in the worlds and all they offer just by opening your ears and putting yourself in their shoes. Did you do that often in your world?"

"Yes! For a length of time, the first things that I ever did in the city was listen to stories. It is my favorite thing to do," he replied jovially.

"We would go to the city and find a nice place filled with people. Fontaine and I would sit down and simply watch as people went about their business, talking, praying, working. Just living their lives. It is how I met Nehaalista. I went to the bars there and heard many more tales, though some were clearly exaggerated. The drunken bar patrons do make for some very excitable company, though."

Kaya realized, as she sat and listened to Nokosi, that she was doing exactly that, listening to what he was saying and learning more about was life was like in his world. In any case, she was quiet as he continued.

"Nehaalista. I'm pretty sure I've met her once, although its been awhile since I've just gone on by myself and just talked to people. I guess you could say that I've sort of been secluding myself for a little while. But yes, I can imagine that the drunken dragon makes for some rather interesting company."

"Oh, I meant before I awoke on the ship. I met Nehaalista in Stormwind while I was out doing people-watching. I've known her as long as I have Ronnae, perhaps a little longer. The people at the taverns in the cities- especially Ironforge, made for very interesting conversation, indeed."

He laughed and shook his head slowly. "They always offered me drinks, as the drunkards are the few people who care not for race, allegiance and other things, as happy as they are in their inebriation. I am a terrible drunk, though and my tolerance for alcohol is abysmally low."

"So you met her before even coming aboard the ship? That's pretty lucky: at least when you got here, there were people that you know and were well acquainted with from your world. Billy, as you know, hasn't been so lucky, and with his enemy Lord Zedd popping up, I know he must be feeling pretty miserable."

Kaya gave a smile. "Well, after hearing that, I'm afraid I have no choice but to ask you to coming drinking with me sometime soon. You're a pretty funny person without drinking, I can only imagine what you'd be like with it in your system!"

"Yes, I have heard. I am glad to have their presence here but not because they are from my world, only because they are my friends. I tend to hear that a lot from Billy. 'You both are from the same world so you will understand Ronnae far more than I ever will'," he repeated, a twinge of annoyance in his voice.

It was something that tended to irk him every time he heard it, but so far he'd never bothered to say anything about it. Really, he couldn't comprehend what the point was in Billy underplaying his very obvious connection to Ronnae.

"I fail to see how that is a criteria in 'knowing someone well'. We are from different factions and because of that and our upbringing, we figuratively are from 'completely different worlds'. We share the common plight of our world. The wars, the invasions and threats to all life. The fact that we are from different factions means that we should be attempting to kill each other," he said with a huff.

"So yes, I can 'understand' Ronnae in the sense that we both know what the literal struggle for life and perhaps some of the people and adventures are like on Azeroth. I would like to think that that is a very inconsequential fact in our friendship. In short: one needn't have the same experiences of another to understand who and what they are at their core. Billy already has that, the only thing he is missing are the stories she has to tell."

He simply waved a hand as if dismissing the subject for obviously being something silly.

"See, the Dwarves told me that as well when I began training as a brewer. It was...an interesting few months, I will say. By 'I am a terrible drunk' what I really meant is 'I am a very lecherous drunk'," the elf explained with a laugh.

"I see," Kaya said, and she actually did, once Nokosi started to explain what he meant. "So basically, you're not understanding why being from the same world matters as much as actually having someone as a friend. In a way, Billy is sort of overlooking that: after all, Lord Zedd was also from his world and she was sure that Billy was far from happy he'd been brought here. I think that was what he meant though."

She laughed. "Beside, the worst thing about Billy is that he sells himself short just about every time. I'll bet he can still hardly believe that he has Ronnae for himself, so he naturally has reservations and gives other people the benefit of the doubt. It's a fault I'm hoping to coax out of him."

She giggled. "Somehow, I think I could handle you I am a pretty big girl after all, and it would probably be pretty funny."

"I can only wish for your success in such endeavors. I think he constantly underestimates just how much she needs him first and foremost in times of turmoil. He assumes it is always me and that is why he says such things." Ronnae was already self-conscious enough; they didn't both need to be skirting around issues and wallowing in self-doubt.

A quizzical brow rose at her confident proclamation and he regarded her with a toothy grin. "You think so? I am not very particular when inebriated, I will admit. Though you are refreshingly self-assured, I am sure some of the words spoken in a drunken state might make even you blush."

Ah, the memories of being beaten during Brewfest for some of the raunchy things he'd unwittingly said. They were all so great.

"Well, I sort of wish it for myself too," She said. "Billy is my Bonded, but he is still his own kind of person and is used to taking things out on himself most of the time. Of course, he does still quail a little under my gaze, so I guess that's a start? Not that I'd overuse that."

Of course not!

She did, however, give him a look. "If you were to start coming onto any of my friends, I might have to give you a cold shower. Towards me, well, let's just hope I'm equally drink, so we could avoid having any real problems. I'm told I'm 'happy drunk,' whatever that means."

He laughed. "Of course I would. By 'lecherous' I mean I am willing to proposition anything on two legs with the worst phrases I've ever had the chance to overhear in Stormwind and Ironforge." So many surprisingly terrible pick-up lines and the like that he'd heard. Endless stream.

"Somehow, I think, you being drunk as well would only exacerbate the situation. Being a 'happy drunk' means you're generally even more amiable, outgoing and funny while intoxicated."

"Well in that case, you might not be in such bad company. I mean, you WOULD need to have someone offended by what you say, right? And I would be there to make sure nobody hurt you to badly! I would also make sure you didn't say anything too offensive."

She giggled. "If you're throwing bad pick up lines, I'd be poking fun at you, even drunk! But it might be fun, you never know! I've never failed to ave a good time with my friends after a little bit of drinks, unless its too much, of course."

He blinked a few times in surprise, then suddenly fell into a small laughing fit. "Well, if you would really like to see me drunk that badly I may have to oblige, as odd of a request as it may be."

He waved a dismissive hand, "You have already had your pre-warnings after all."

Nokosi grinned. "Just remember that if anything mortifying occurs, you and the others will be the ones embarrassed the next day while I will not bat an eye on the incredulously stupid behavior I engaged in."

Kaya laughed. "You know, I've been on this ship a looong time, Nokosi. If you think I haven't been exposed to quite the off putting remark, or hearing just about the worst kind of come ons, you're wrong. I was hearing that here even before I was seventeen!"

Kaya grinned at him right back. "In that case, I'll have to make extra sure that you don't do anything too crazy, as I have no intention of feeling sorry about having fun with my friend the previous day!"

He shrugged rather nonchalantly. "Oh no, I do not doubt that. I am less worried about your reactions and more about Billy and Ronnae's. They are the ones who would be chastising me, after all."

"At this point, Ronnae and especially Billy know me pretty well: if it came to an issue of me being able to take care of myself, they'd probably give me the benefit of the doubt. Of course, if the two of them want to get all mortified about it, all the more fun, don't you think?"

Nokosi couldn't help but chuckle at her reasoning. "You are dauntless. I like that."

In no time at all the stood before the two, towering trees that made up both his and Ronnae's home. Ronnae's seemed to still have plenty of scribbles covering its surface from her regression not even two weeks past. Fontaine took the moment to hurriedly find a nice thatch of grass dotted with sunlight between both trees.

"Let us see," he said, thinking aloud. "I might have a bow where I keep those arrows but it might not be in the best of shape." Regardless, he hastily made his way up the stairs and into the house--the door wasn't even locked.

Kaya grinned "Sure am! I'm a pretty plucky girl! You should remember that!"

She wasn't sure: was she supposed to follow him? She WAS still glad to finally be home again, and more than happy about the fact that she felt tons better than she had before the bath. Zhin was keeping pace, although she was going a fairly slow rate.

"Should I come in?" She asked gingerly.

"I do not mind. Be my guest."

Inside the house was fairly modest. The floor and walls seemed as if they'd just been carved out from the tree itself. Most of the sparse chairs were made of thick wood with gnarled, knobby portions for the legs. The tables were carved from heavy stone, all etched with an intricate design. Small, glowing orbs shone against the table and in the large, blue basin that set atop it.

The windows were a dark green color with brown branches criss-crossing over their surface from one end to the other. There were a number of dark purple candles sitting in small dishes, unlit. A small number of books, bags and a globe of Azeroth lay on top of one of the wooden shelves near the window.

Nokosi took off his boots after he entered and placed them beside the door before venturing further into the home. He paused in the hallway nearby the living room and small kitchen and opened one of the doors there wide, leaning in.

It didn't take him long to retrieve two empty quivers and a handful of arrows. He held one out to her and continued down the hallway without another word.

Taking him at his word, Kaya entered the house.

Kaya was taken aback by how Earth Nation inspired the place was: it was a lot like something she would have seen in her days when she was in the Nation searching for the Avatar gang. She couldn't help but wish she could sit and take all of this place in, or find a way to take pictures somehow.

"It's beautiful," she said, sounding almost out of breath. "When were you able to design a place like tis? How were you able to get all of these glowing orbs? It looks wonderful!"

She had, of course, already taken her shoes off, and took the quiver and arrows, following him, still drinking everything in.

"I did not have to," he started. "Most of the things were here already though they needed a bit of repair. Did Ronnae not tell you? We discovered this while exploring the city...the two homes correlate to our respectful heritages. While her home is decorated in reds and golds, veils, pillows and other such things equated with 'finery', mine is...simple. Modest, earthen tones with furniture and other fixtures straight from the natural world."

He paused for a moment and looked around before turning his gaze to her. "I would say that our homes both accurately represent Blood Elf and Night Elf culture."

Other than the front door, every other door in the home seemed to be a thinner, wooden door that slid open instead of the usual doorknob method.

Nokosi pushed on such door to the side and walked into the bedroom, immediately making his way to the closet to rummage through it.

Kaya thought that this still did not quite explain how he had all the orbs and such there, but that was for talking about later, she supposed. "No, she never did tell me. I always liked how Ronnae's home looked too! It always has such a grand, robust look to it. I can't see how Billy lives there and isn't overwhelmed every time."

Ah, the elven thing. While she now understood the Night elves a bit more, she had to make a note of asking Ronnae how they differed from Blood Elves.

The doors she really liked too: they reminded her a little bit of home.

"What are you looking for now Nokosi?"

"A bow, of course. How else will you shoot the arrows?"

The bedroom was much like the rest of the house; rustic in appearance. There were various odds and ends, wooden carved instruments and a whole plethora of multi-colored potions and elixirs atop the dressers in the room.

On the singular table in the bedroom, there lie many screws, slivers of metal and other half-completed portions of something that looked both mechanical and fairly simple in use.

"Ah, here we are," he said, pulling a thin, curved piece of wood from one of the shelves in the closet. "I only need to string it--it will take only a moment," he assured her, heading to the table and picking through the supplies there.

With a deftness and speed that could only be from experience, he coiled the line around the notch and the top and pulled it down, checking how taut the line was before tying off the other end.

"There you go," he said, presenting her with the shortbow.

That was a good point: one that she could not believe she had overlooked, actually. She followed him into the bedroom, only mildly aware of how scandalous it would have been on her world to do so in another man's house. They were here, and she thought Nokosi a gentleman anyway, so she did not give this much contemplation.

She had only taken a halfway look at the table before they now got to the bow, Kaya taking it solemnly, feeling the way the string felt, running her hand over the weapon. It seemed a fairly good weapon, and she looked pleased.

"Thank you Nokosi! I will put this to good use the moment I step foot on the bus again. I'll be practicing as much as possible."

"On the bus?" He questioned. He was mildly aware of what a bus was, from the books Ronnae showed him from the media library, but even though they were large, they weren't that large.

"How could you possibly use a bow in a vehicle?"

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