Gemtia growled ss she yanked on Frilonkin’s nose while keeping the young man in a headlock. Talcin stoked back, coolly leaning against a wall shaking his head. “I told ya’, Frilonkin,” the wrestler couldn’t help but chuckle. “Let go, you little perv, or I’ll do more than pull on your nose,” Gemtia growled, her face red in embarrassment as well as rage at where one of Frilonkin’s hands was placed. The black haired man quickly threw out his hands to the sides to show he wasn’t touching anymore. To Frilonkin she was almost as dangerous as Tranked, the only difference was that she was more than willing to let him live… with a body full of broken bones but still let him live. “Lesson One!” Gemtia growled releasing Frilonkin, “Don’t ever look at me and think I’m easy because of how I look. Lesson two! No touching of my body like you did now, SHELL, never do that to a girl!” Frilonkin looked at her oddly and smiled after a bit. “That shouldn’t be too hard,” he replied. “From what I’ve heard about you, it may be,” Talcin replied. “Ah, you’ve researched me already, I can work with that just as easily,” Frilonkin slid up to Talcin with a suggestive wink. “Look, you wanna be in a head lock again?” Talcin replied dryly with a glare. “Can’t say I didn’t try,” Frilonkin sighed but smiled, “Well, I’ll say this now, I’m really sorry for what I’ve done… I have a tendency to test other candidate’s reactions to me… mind if I hang around you two.” Frilonkin’s smile turned upside down quickly as the two who’d come from Turasake Hold glared at him. After a few minutes later Gemtia sighed in defeat. “I’d rather have some other company than only Talcin,” Gemtia glared at both men now, “No funny stuff.” Talcin looked surprised and Frilonkin grinned. That was how the friendship between the trio started, Talcin still infatuated with Gemtia, Frilonkin infatuated with both candidates, and Gemtia annoyed at them both. Some how this brought on a friendship that grew as the hatching came closer and closer… Now the The day of the hatching is here, what will come of them this dark Hallow’s Eve night? Story coming soon.... Name T'lcin Age 18 Height 6’7” Hair light brown/tightly curled Eyes pale blue Rank Jr. Weyrling/Bronze rider Dragon Bronze Sakabatouth Born Kutou Hold Current Residence Firestone Weyr