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The Summer had hardly been uneventful but despite a few close calls and a thorough condemnation for reckless risks and an equally thorough commendation for breaking up the ring of Daka Crystal thieves Kam and his friends had returned to Claremont Academy.  They arrived in advance of the next year with time to catch up on the news of Freedom and more importantly perhaps share their own exploits.  The late summer sun found several of them gathered for lunch in the central quad trading stories.  

 

Kam let out a bright laugh, "Then they spun her." he shook his head at the memory nodding at Janus and eyeing his sister with a teasing glint in his eyes, "At least half of that giggle was genuine."  he prodded perhaps foolishly given her penchant for getting the upper hand in these wars of words.  Looking directly at Elizabeth he smirked, "It was like something out of one of those teen musicals."  he joked easily.  It would likely be less funny when those pictures circulated to where their father uncovered them.  Raising his hands the Dakanan prince deflected gamely, "I will grant it certainly got people's attention."

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"Never underestimate the power of theatrics," Janus drawled lazily. The prince sprawled out, long legs stretched out as they used their belt dagger to peel a curl of apple skin from the apple in their hand deftly. Janus was more relaxed, post their Dakanan vacation. The binder that Janus had been wearing was gone and the deep plunge of their poet's shirt only showed a flatly muscular chest. The changes were subtle but it made all the difference in Janus feeling comfortable in their body and that showed. 

 

"If a Danger can't manage to be charming, we must turn in our keys to all Danger affiliated merchandise. It's in the company by-laws," Janus added, a bright flash of white teeth making it clear they were joking. With the Dangers, it was sometimes hard to tell.

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Àjàṣorò picked at her salad as she listened to her brother tell his tale, even though she’d been there and he was definitely elborating profoundly. It reminded her of the tall tales her mother used to tell them both at bedtime, unlike herself he’d obviously pick up the skill at storytelling.

 

“Don’t forget to tell how embarrassed you were, I can always tell when your hiding something little brother!”

 

He’d been hiding something for ages, and she was dying to find out just what, but for now she was happy to wait until her was ready to tell her what.

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"Oooh, secrets?" Elizabeth said, leaning forward onto the table; she'd been listening with at least decent attention, taking in the tale with one ear while the rest of her simply enjoyed the noontime ambiance, but now her attention was entirely on Kam and her eyes shone with the kind of wide display of color that animals usually used to advertise danger to potential predators. "Secrets and embarrassment. Kam. Kam. You know the secret tax."

 

She leaned even further forward, somehow, grinning. "The tax is that you have to tell us your secrets."

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Kam winced a bit at his sisters gentle ribbing.  "Ahhh."  he shrugged a bit, "Well I was concerned what mother and father might ..."  he waved it off as unimportant, "Regardless it worked and..."  Then Elizabeth started in.   Kam rolled his eyes in mock frustration, "If everyone knows a thing it's no longer a secret now is it?"  he countered stealing a furtive glance to Janice who was at least slightly more in the know as to his nocturnal rendezvous. 

 

Quickly trying to once more gain control of the conversation he arched a brow to elizabeth, "I could tell you what happened next in Turkey?"  he suggested smiling wide, "That's a bit of a secret still."  The Dakanan Prince waited only a few beats before continuing his story then.  "It did have the desired effect lots of people took notice and a few obviously on the lookout for usss....."  His words trailed off as his eyes fixed on a figure crossing the quad some distance away clearly distracted and surprised at the what he saw.  his mouth hung open for a moment then he realized his gaffe and he furtively looked from face to face of his assembled friends, "aahh where was I oh so we uhm followed and..."

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Janus' smile was equal parts reassurance and provoking. It was a very cat-that-ate-the-canary as they folded their trim arms behind their head and stretched out lazily. When Kam very uncharacteristically paused and then fumbled, Janus' went tense and straightened with the sort of bow-strung tight tension that was more appropriate to the battlefield than the school Quad. Despite their efforts, Kam's mystery girl had remained exactly that - a mystery. At least Janus knew there WAS a girl, which was more than most people had managed to suss out. 

 

Janus' violet gaze darted over possibilities only to finally land on a young woman making their way with determination across the quad. It was no current student, and she didn't have the look of a new student, either, as the young woman made her way with confidence across the quad. Muscular and compact in the way that gymnasts might be, the woman moved across the green grass towards the administration with lethal grace. The most noteworthy feature, at this distance, was the fact that one of her two arms was a high-end prosthetic; distinctly Dakanan to those who knew what to look for in its simple silver design. 

 

"Ooooooh," Janus said, scooting up to perch on the table and blatantly shade their eyes to get a better look. "Ooooooh. Her?  Is that her? It has to be her."

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Elizabeth turned her head to follow Kam's gaze, and when she turned it back her face was the very image of delight, wide grey eyes and raised white brows and wide Cheshire grin. She was also making a noise that, while quiet, lived in a pitch probably more audible to dogs than people.

 

"You have good taste," she said, still all white teeth and smiles. "Does she know? Does she reciprocate? Is she as mysterious as she seems, with the arm and everything? Can we meddle?" That last one gave her pause, for a moment, her expression falling as she looked at the others. One would hope that Elizabeth was hitting the brakes on her enthusiasm, if one had never met Elizabeth. "Can he stop us from meddling?"

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