Condensation

No, I really liked that one.

Yes, I'm sorry. I should have quoted it, but I forgot whose signature it was.

The correct answer is "Hoid is kinda weird"! My gosh!

Me: nodding empathetically.(Not emphatically, empathetically)

-A 37-year-old peasant

Was a kangaroo who ate

Which one? The new one or the old one? I really like the new one, the old one feels somewhat boring.

Oh my gosh, this is amazing! I've never tried to draw someone in that position(it looks really hard), but you did AMAZING!

Same! I should really set one up sometime.

Aria disappears up the stairs for a moment, then comes down with a dark girl behind her.

How much for this Aviar?

Noche scrambled back as the man... dissolved into many small crabs(that's how hordelings look, right?). Luz bore a shocked expression when she glanced at him, clearly he wasn't going to be much help. As the man reformed, Noche looked closer at one of the crabs. She could barely tell once he had 'put himself back together'. Alba flew back to Noche's shoulder, obviously it had unnerved her too.

Noche was lost, she had no idea what they were talking about. It probably wouldn't matter when she got back home, though, so she didn't worry about it too much.

Noche narrowed her eyes. Where was he going with this? She looked at Luz, but he bore the same confused expression she was sure was on her face.

Noche looked conflicted, then looked at Luz. He shrugged, having no advice to give for once. "Yes," she said. It would be better to keep track of these people. She held out her finger, and Alba flew over to land on it. She glanced at Luz, who gave her a nod, and steeled herself. "Where?"

Vivace hit the ground hard, knocking the breath out of her. Before she could recover, the door slammed shut and she heard it lock. Chorale sat up and looked around, the cell was sparsely furnished. She walked over and sat down on the cot, determined to figure out this mess inside her head. So, I think we're stuck with each other. Yep. So, do we need to figure some things out? I think so. First of all, who's in charge when. I think I should be in charge most of the time, I'm most experienced with the human world. How is that fair, though? That would leave me with sleeping and maybe fighting, right? Well, I actually fight more than most people. I travel around fighting with animals and Amal that attack settlements. Wait, you're her? You're (here she made a growling and chuffing noise)? Um, I think so? I couldn't understand what you just said. There's not really a good way to say it in your language, but the most literal translation I can think of is The One Who Fights With Light, May You Never Cross Her Path. I think I may have underestimated you! said Vivace, her tone implying astonishment. Well, I'll still need to fight once we get out of here, you have no idea how to work the crystals. Do you know how Concerto managed that? Managed what? Well, we kept my powers when we transformed. That's never happened before. Well, it still means that I won't get as much time. And what am I supposed to do when you're in charge? I don't know. I got the impression that in other Amal, the human is in charge and the animal doesn't get any say, but I don't think that'll work for us. Darn right it won't work. Well, let me know when you come up with something. You are the smarter one, after all. Then Vivace went silent. What happened there? thought Chorale. It was going so well! Then she remembered that Vivace could hear all of that and winced. Sorry, she sent. Vivace didn't answer, and Chorale knew that Vivace was mad, likely because of something Chorale had said. Chorale sighed and lay down on the cot, hoping to get some sleep. Concerto landed on his feet despite his bound hands, but couldn't get to the door before it closed. He cursed, stepping away from the door. Just when he had figured it out, his sister joining him as an Amal, his second-in-command had to try to take over. Well, he would get what he was asking for. Concerto lay down on the hard cot, figuring he may as well get some sleep while he could, but Motif shoved up. Let me out! he shouted. No, said Concerto. You are weaker. I am strong, so I am in charge. Stay down. Motif shrunk. You are not stronger than I am, he said, sounding uncertain. Yes, I am. That is why you are down there when I am up here. Motif subsided, back to where he was supposed to be, but Concerto could not sleep. He was worried about Chorale. All of his test subjects had had a hard time dominating the amber-eyed creatures, even with a mentor to lead them through. He could only imagine what kind of monstrosity Chorale would end up being, having no way to know what to do. He realized that these feelings were coming from Motif and shoved them back. Keep your touchy-feely things to yourself, he snapped. I have no need or want for them. But he could not sleep, considering this through the night.