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“Feral? You have me mistaken for a common animal.” 

The tall Vastayan pauses for a moment, pink feathers ruffling before he takes a bow. A soft smile on his face towards the woman. “Who do I owe this pleasure to? “ He says, a hand resting on his chest as he now stands upright.  The other hand resting on his hip.

But then as we grow older and the magic in our blood becomes much clearer, we develop a way to change color. It eventually comes to us naturally. An ability to change ones appearance at will is not uncommon for us. Which is why I almost feel bad for humans. You have to dye your hair to reach such a beautiful array of colors us Vastaya can do.”

Lips pull into a thin line as he watches the woman curiously.  He has never seen such a being before. It was clear she held some sort of power in her aura, but he couldn’t quite understand how. His fingers tap against the watering can he holds as he thinks to himself for a moment. Eventually losing himself in thought and staring idly at her. Such brilliant colors to behold.

He gently places down a potted plant, eyes peering out the window of his greenhouse. Gradually he walks over, pressing his thin fingers against the glass door to open it slightly. Head poking out from the various plants of flowers that grew over the door.  The man was just standing there, was he lost? Maybe he was admiring the area. It was quite pretty when the leaves started to change color. “Beautiful is it not?” He pipes up from his standing spot. Comfortably in the doorframe, as he watches the stranger. “The trees in this area change such a beautiful color when the flowers bloom. I wonder if from a higher point would they look like a sea?” 

     They were down six points and it was      getting close to the end of the first set.  Tobio      served well and the team as a group were doing      fine but it was when Hinata wanted to do a quick      or anyone else, he couldn't deliver correctly thus      losing opportunities for the gap between the scores      to get smaller.        The half time whistle brought relief but also a new      wave of anger.  Each person approached him, some      with support and others with glares and words in scorn      ---Which Kageyama knew he deserved.  But, it really      hit him when he approached Sugawara who stood on      on the side lines.  They locked eyes for only a second       before Kageyama lowered his head and sat on the bench.