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I spent what was only really about two days down in the basement with Wynn and allllll the animals (which were running around so much anymore I couldn't tell who was where or where who was) and I was starting to go nuts. So was Wynn, actually. So we told ANTIE (on a sub-station, since Ikkit hadn't left ANTIE's main station since she got there... something about linking back up to Nerissa) and sneaked up the stairs and locked the door behind us up at the top. Giggling, we raided the frig (yay! no more "space food" type stuff!). Arms loaded with everything from potato chips to chocolate ice cream and sodas, we scurried over to the den, and plopped down on the couch, flicked on the tv, and talked about all sorts of random things. Wynn talked about Dragon and Shal alot, and me, well, I didn't know Shal that much, as I really hadn't been able to keep up with Dragon recently. Wynn told me that Dragon was not mad at me for beating on her that one night... but wondered what the hell I had done to the WTGR. I shrugged that one off, and we kept talking for hours... gossip mostly.
"So, how long have you known Dragon?" Wynn asked me.
"My whole life, I guess." I said, shrugging. "Why?"
"I dunno. Just was thinking that I should have known you a long time ago." Wynn said quietly, almost curiously.
"Well, that would have been mostly because of my Dad, I think." I sighed, and continued. "After mom's death, he was really protective of me. Kept me home schooled and watched over me. Didn't really let me get out much... Anyways, after high school, I got to go to a boarding school for magically gifted beings. I got to get out every once in a while, until I got in a fight trying to protect Shal. The school didn't allow any fights, whatsoever. I got kicked out." I finished.
Wynn nodded. I shrugged.
"So, what's it like having Chazu for a dad??" I asked.
It was now Wynn's turn to shrug.

So, all in all, we talked for hours... the rest of the conversation had us laughing and turning red for hours, and we have made a pact not to share some things with anyone else. Ever. Never ever. Because we would be... maimed... by certain people... and... ya. redface

We slept in sleeping bags in the den that night, the ice cream all gone and most of the sodas, and chips and crumbs were left scattered on the coffee table. It's nice to just be a kid sometimes.