Condensation

"I work alone."

If you got in the way, you often got hit.

But it was quite enjoyable.

"She's going to lead me there, not tell me where it is. What do you think I am, stupid? Even I can't stand against 200 Amals."

Violin playing involved much twirling.

"What are you talking about? I'm not going to turn her in, she's going to lead me to Concerto. He and I have unfinished business. I don't believe you, Amal."

"This one's mine. I believe she's working for the leader of the Amal, Concerto."

See, if it were a violin, then the strings would be

"Chorale. Your turn."

But that the two were very similar and it was a common mistake.

Chorale followed the Amal to the back of the inn. Suspicious, she thought. She startled when the man halted the Amal unexpectedly. She decided to reveal herself and stepped out of the shadows, crunching down on a crystal. "Who are you two? Tell me and nothing else needs to happen."

That's suspicious, thought Chorale. I'd better follow her. Casting a glance at the soldier at the bar, Chorale slid out of her seat and discreetly followed the deer Amal.

Crescendo stood up. "Okay, I'm going to my room." She walked out of the room and into her room, closing and locking her bedroom door. "What did you want to talk about during class?" "Why you are still ashamed of being a Releaser." "Well, from what you've told me and what I've studied, the Releasers, or Dustbringers as they were known, were often spurned by the other orders because of their more destructive power. I don't want that to happen to me again, it's already happened once in my own village. I'm sorry if I seem ashamed of you, I'm really not, but I do want to keep my friends, so I'll try to keep them from knowing." "I suppose that makes sense. Of course, human connections are unreliable. It's much better to have a spren." "Thanks, Diminuendo, but I'd like to have both." Crescendo smiled and lay back. "It's almost more than I imagined. The lessons, the people, the space. I love it here so far." Diminuendo drifted, thinking, as Crescendo fell asleep.

Chorale noticed a raucous commotion at the bar, caused by the crude stories of a soldier type. I'll have to keep an eye on that one, she thought. Those types were often more trouble than they were worth. Her eyes were caught by a furtive moment, and she looked over. It appeared there was a deer Amal in the corner. While it was less likely than if she was a predator Amal, it was still possible she was working with Concerto. That one too, she mused.

I would love to! I will use necromancy with you!

"Is that all for today, Brightness Sebarial?"

"Yes, let's!" I looked bored but nodded.

I have no pockets. Mourn my pockets! Or you could mourn the poetry my cat tore up on the floor(by yours truly).

I like Paranatural. I think you were the one who recommended it to me. When you come up with the greatest RP idea and everyone else loves it! Crystellation, anyone?

Enough is enough!

Wow in the World! Today I was listening to it and heard "Everyone's second favorite game show after 'Putting Your Shoes on the Wrong Feet and Dancing the Charleston!', 'Two Whats and a Wow!'" Putting Your Shoes on the Wrong Feet and Dancing the Charleston. Sounds very entertaining. Now I'm tempted to try it, I know the Charleston.

I love The People of Sparks! I got the whole series for Christmas one year. That's pretty awesome.