“Why can’t you be like other familiars Forcas?" Nadia whined as she carried the bag of groceries back to her apartment. For once Forcas was spending the day with her, but he was insulting her at every chance he got. Although Nadia had learned to brush him off by now, it was starting to get on her nerves. As she turned a corner she accidentally collided into another, a tall male with fair hair.

"Oh sorry!" Luckily nothing fell out of her bag, but she still felt bad and lowered her gaze before him. "I hope I didn't hurt you." Although in that moment Nadia realized she was standing in front of a spirit.Immediately she straightened herself up and looked the other over. He seemed quite tame and content though, which made the Witch turn her head to the side slightly.

Danielle was busy riding in what had been a rather cold day. The cold didn’t hinder her desire to feel the wind rush past her. The snow was still crisp and there was no risk of her horse slipping. Suddenly, a man rushed out from behind some trees. “Woah!” She shouted at her horse as she pulled at the reins to make it stop. “What on earth is the matter, Sir? Is everything alright? Are you hurt?” She asked instantly after the man’s welfare, not concerned about her own as she rather ungracefully tried to dismount.

I'm 20. It's hard to believe.