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[mationix]

He let out a grunt, leaning his head against the wall again. "Why, and for that matter, how, are you up so early?" He demanded, his eyes slowly shutting once more.

[mationix]

He let out a grunt, leaning his head against the wall again. "Why, and for that matter, how, are you up so early?" He demanded, his eyes slowly shutting once more.

[mationix]

He let out a grunt, leaning his head against the wall again. "Why, and for that matter, how, are you up so early?" He demanded, his eyes slowly shutting once more.

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

"I'm an early riser," She grinned and looked toward him, "I like mornings."

[mationix]

Elizah shook his head. "You're insane," he replied, his voice faint from complete and utter surprise, sounding almost disgusted.

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

Alexianna jumped up, "Well, sleeping makes me most vulnerable. I've grown used to not sleeping as much."

[mationix]

"Sleep...sleep is good," he murmured back, seeming to slowly fall asleep once more. Though he snapped his head up, looking alert suddenly. "Sleep means that you are alert for things to come."

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

"But it could also mean that you won't wake up," She chirped, throwing a small stone at him.

[mationix]

His hand shot up and caught the stone in between his fingers, a reflex he had developed by being who he was. "I am a light sleeper, I always wake up," he replied calmly with a raised eyebrow.

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

Alexianna smiled and picked up a small dagger from beside her cot. She flung it toward him without warning, though she wasn't aiming to hurt him, so it wouldn't hit him no matter what.

[mationix]

Elizah's hand shot up again, though it was somewhat delayed. It seemed as though he pressed his palm to the flat part of the dagger and pushed it downwards, as his other hand caught the edge of the hilt. The tip swung there in the air, as his two fingertips pinched the tip of the hilt, barely saving him from getting stabbed. "Is this a test or something?" He asked dryly, glancing up at her.

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

"Nope, I was just curious," Alexianna sounded pleased and got up, walking over to him. She held out her hand for the dagger.

[mationix]

"I do hope I pleased you." There was the sarcasm again. He flipped the knife in the air and caught it by its hilt. Giving her a smirk, he handed it over to her.

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

She slipped the dagger into her belt and smiled, "I am very pleased."

[mationix]

"So glad I've done so," he replied, rolling his eyes. He hefted himself to his feet and arched his back in a stretch. "Shall we head out?" Elizah asked, stifling another yawn.

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

"Yep, let me grab a few things," Alexianna told him, picking up a small travel-size bag.

[mationix]

Elizah eyed her with a raised eyebrow. "I doubt that you need all of that where we're going," he chuckled dryly.

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

"What? It's a place to store things. Weapons and such," She replied.

[mationix]

He shook his head, sighing. "You should only focus on mastering one type of weapon," he said, being a bit of a hypocrite.

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

"What, one? That's so boring," Alexianna laughed, "I like them all."