thunder is louder than color {open}

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Just when lil' Gideon started to lose hope, that he would just have to fight it out back home, and probably catch a cold. He at least wrung some of the water out of the dark cloak he wore somewhere off the side of the porch, it was cold and hard to twist since he was weak and all. What if it turned out, the water was cursed and since the dark masked color, it was actually green murky water! And then it-And then the door opened! The inner child in him screamed,"yaaaaaay". A really pretty girl opened the door, even prettier than Estel! And THAT was saying something. The boy smiled as there was eye-straining light from inside.

The first thing he did was to bow. It showed some good manners, as he was taught. His wrinkled and damp coat was quickly put back onto his body. His shirt stuck to his skin with a plop sound, which was uncomfortable. Gideon gave a slight nod to her question,"Thank you miss." Ugh, the way he said that made him clench his jaw. Dear, he really was bad with people. If he was on better terms then there would have been more exclamation at the end of that sentence! There wasn't anything that he was carrying, so there wasn't anything to set down! Not that he would, Gideon would hate to mess up the kind lady's house.

Oh, but she was wearing a cloak. It did not look as if she had previously been outdoors, she would have been soaking if she was! But instead the lady looked warm and perfect....-ly taken care of. "Miss, are you going outside?" And indeed Gideon asked with a questioning tone, why would anyone else go out in this weather? Well, anyone other than him. He just assumed there wasn't anyone else like him.

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Well, this had happened. Gideon wasn't sure what to do. It wasn't everyday that he was alone with someone that he didn't know. Especially late at night when there was such a magical unknown storm going about outside. Oh and he was dripping water too! Was that rude? She was smiling and looked very nice but that made him feel so much more bad about it. Neverless, he was really happy he found somewhere to stay for at least a small portion of the night. It would be a time later that Gideon was sure that he would repay this favor, because that would be something an honorable and respected man would do! What time was it even? It certainly was late. Maybe the lady could not go to sleep because of the storm outside. He couldn't either, for very obvious reasons. And yes, he was still dripping cold magic-storm water.

Since the boy didn't really know what to say, he just gave a slight nod to her. If there wasn't any consequences then Gideon would be perfectly fine with staying outside. Watching the rain was soothing. The raindrops glistened slightly against the dark and waving background, and the pitter patter noise they made was unlike any other sound out there. The only downside was when it got in his eye, and that really hurt.

Again, he didn't know what to say! For all sakes Gideon didn't even know her name! Yes it was certainly good luck for both of them though. Just to show some acknowledgement he smiled back. The nervousness made him scratch the back of his head, maybe when he was smarter he would know what to say in situations like this. Oh, and then she left. For a while the boy just stood there, it was rather awkward really. He didn't want to dampen anything with his wet hands, he had accidentally done that before with books and it was TERRIBLE. Since he wouldn't really be needing it anymore Gideon took off the dark cloak he had. The water made it look a darker shade than it really was. The folded pile was kept against his chest until the lady came back.

Putting his hands under the things she presented to him first, Gideon then looked to the hallway where she directed. "Thank you again," he said, directing his attention back to her," I really am grateful for all you've done already. Oh, and may I know your name? I thought it might be a little awkward to call you Miss for the rest of the time I'm here...." He forgot to give his own name though.

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A lot of people, including his brother, had told him before that he wore his emotions on his sleeve. When he was excited, he showed it, and when he was nervous, he showed that too. Gideon felt like he should loosen up, but the thing was that he didn't know how. It was an emotional thing really, and Gideon wasn't sure how to make his emotions stop doing that thing. But it looked like she understood alright, so that was okay. Gideon liked it when people understood.

When someone said anything similar to "You're welcome" it made him really really happy! Gideon grinned very widely back at her. The lady seemed to be a few years older than him, but maybe she just had a growth spurt. It would be embarrassing, since he was only starting to grow now. She sort of reminded him of princesses in those fairytales and story books. Nice, pretty, and royalty. But it wasn't like princesses lived in little old Meridell. Maybe, when he was older and more magical he would serve a princess, but it would not be anytime soon.

"Cassie,"he said to himself out loud, just to get used to it," Nice to meet you! My name is Gideon. I don't think there's anyway to shorten that." Maybe there was, but Gideon had always just been called Gideon. Just then, with the most perfect of timing, his stomach growled. It wasn't those giant growling noises that shook the whole room, but just a little rumble in his stomach. "If it wouldn't be any trouble then I guess I am hungry," he guessed,"And...I guess I'll go change now...and again thank you...." Oh no, did he trail off at the end there? He scurried off, mostly because he didn't want to leave any more drops on the floor. They were little drops, like a tiny cloud had decided to cast its fury in the living room. A multitude of little drops were left, but not enough to create a puddle.

And the clothes that fit him were big, they were probably made for someone older than him. The washroom was in a dry condition just as the living room was. Gideon despised how young and childish he looked in the mirror, the shirt was very wrinkled from having to be on his small frame and the sleeves hid his hands away. His hair and the rest of his body was mostly dried off from the towel, but it still didn't look dry. And even though the clothes were wet it was his habit to fold them, putting them in a makeshift bag from the towel. When he came out of the washroom he just sort of wandered a bit...

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Now that he thought about it the way he left wasn't that well. It was like a puzzle that was broken and all the pieces were everywhere in a way. Gideon wondered if there was anyone else here, she seemed young enough to live with other people. If she was then he hoped he wouldn't disturb anyone. And there was also how she would think of a nickname. Well he would bet a somewhat-important object of his that she wouldn't! Because since he's smart he should have already been able to think of one and he couldn't so...ya. Gideon did try to keep the naturally miserable expression on his face, if it did look like that. Since other people told him he always looked worried for something he just went with that.

He sniffed the shirt he was wearing just because he was bored. It wasn't for any creepy reasons, he was just curious. It smelled like someone else. Gideon had wondered how bodies worked for there to be different scents but he thought it worked like animals. But it was probably creepy that he did that, Gideon just needed something to think about. His mind was just the type that nearly always needed to go through it.

When he found Cassie she was near the table. There were two mugs, and what looked to be steam rising out of them, on the table. And there was also food that Gideon assumed would be eaten. By himself because he was sort-of hungry. Oh but he did feel bad when she took the previous clothes he was wearing from him. "Thank you!" He said. There wasn't a lot of exclamation at the end, but enough to make it sound like it was heartless.

But sitting over there he found that it was hot chocolate. Gideon only ever had it on special occasions, so at the table he just close to him and stared at it. His hands absorbed the heat, bringing a lot of feeling back to him.

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What if it wasn't okay for him to drink this. Of course this was another person's home and he had to go by the rules, and he liked hot chocolate. It was much more warm than the rain outside. The storm still sounded as heavy as when Gideon came in, which meant the green moon was probably still out. Gideon wondered for a long while about why that was. He spent a lot of time outdoors looking for anything that might be different, since he knew there was something magical in the air. But he didn't find anything. Then it started to really get stormy and he ended his searches. Then everything else happened and now he had hot chocolate.

While he was wandering in his mind he heard Cassandra behind him. Aeon as a nickname? It seemed good enough. If it was good for her then it was good with him and he was prety fine with it. "It sounds alright," he agreed. In his opinion it was just decent, but alright sounds better. When she started to sip her own drink he realized he hadn't had a drop of his own yet! For a moment he just looked at it, then slowly he brought the mug up to his lips and it was delicious. Then after two seconds he was just holding it in his hands again with some manly hot cocoa mustache above his lip.

"Well I was seeing if anything was wrong anywhere, there was just a feeling of magic in the air and with the green moon and all. It really is weird isn't it? I haven't lived long enough to see anything else like this happen before," he answered. Clearly he looked enthusiastic about it for a bit. "Do you think it means anything?" he asked, changing tone, he didn't want to ramble or leave her out.

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More lightning and thunder roared in the background. There were probably children all about Meridell who were hiding in their beds, or their parents beds. Gideon just wasn't afraid of thunder like them, though he could understand why. It was loud and fast, only appearing for an instant before disappearing. And it coud also kill you, as he had heard. In an instant where there was a crash Gideon could feel something cold in his back, had something happened? He didn't know. But it soothed him, he yawned, covering his mouth before courtesy, duh.

So it wasn't normal!; as Cassie's answer told. The color green could mean multiple things, good and bad. Gideon did not consider himself in a high enough position in magic to make a decision on that. But if it was something good OR bad then maybe the people of Meridell would know soon enough. Wouldn't they? Cassie seemed worried about it, as he could tell. "All there is to do is to wait and see," he said, shrugging his shoulders and finishing the rest of his hot chocolate. Really, something like this had to be powerful. And it was weird.

Her question on being tired was perfectly timed. But was it any trouble for him to stay here? "Is it really okay to stay? Oh and yes I am tired but I wouldn't want to be more trouble than I already am," he responded. His tiny form followed to the sink, manuevering around her to put his mug next to hers.