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"I hate to interject," Rasha stood in the middle of the bustling group, "but we're still trying to do recruitment . . . if you aren't going to run, could I convince you to move off of the track? It may have some dents, but we still need to use it. Of course, if you want to run, you can stay as...

Rasha smiled. "Good. Come back when clubs begin. No matter what it costs, you will always be able to feel that feeling here. But don't expect me to be easy on you because you are strong--it is for that very reason that I will make you sweat." Her eyes laughed a bit as she added, "but don't...

Rasha crouched, gingerly lifting a small piece of track that had landed at her feet and inspecting it. She stood then, tossed it aside, and looked Sanz in the eye. "How did that feel?"

"Feel your forehead." Rasha watched from behind as the shorter man wiped his brow. "Can you feel what isn't there?" She let him think for a moment before answering, "effort has a smell, touch and taste. It feels like sweat. There is no sweat on your brow." Her words were thickly accented...

Rasha stood at the end of the track, sweat glistening on her forehead. He looked a bit wistfully towards where the white-haired boy--Samuel?--had left to. She did hope he'd come back; he had shown impressive determination. The feline girl crossed the like beside her and she nodded with a...

Gabriel smiled his warm, gentle smile. "Tell what? I know nothing." He turned on his heel now, walking a path perpendicular to the dragon, to somewhere else where, no doubt, someone else needed help. "You may just make a good king some day, Alezarious. Look at what you've seen, and be sure...

Rasha actually chuckled at the young, white-haired boy's embarrassment. She did not know who the other speaker was, but she elected not to ask. Some things were best shared voluntarily. "No, no, no, you stand there," she told him. Addressing them all, she said, "See, the track turns in a...

Gabriel was aghast as he listened to the story. By the time it was done, his wings were gone, and tears stained his eyes. His eyes, however, showed a different kind of concern. "But you do care, Alex. Even your silver tongue cannot hide that from me. There's something about this--beyond the...

Gabriel's face turned somber. "You know things, Alex. Please, tell me. What happened?"

Rasha turned to face the group. "Well, I assume you all came here because you enjoy running, so maybe you'd like to do a few laps around the track with me? We can start with a warm-up. If you think you can keep up with me, then we can have a real race--just for fun, of course!" Her grin was...

As Alex walked away, his hair was whipped by a gust of wind. "So, how did he die?" The songlike voice came from beside him. Gabriel was looking at him inquisitively, knowing but not all-knowing. "You know what happened to Lucas." ----- Well, if you want physical rigor, there's nothing...

"What a lovely voice!" The angel was standing on the top of the stones, facing away from the cluster below on the ground. The noon sun cast glorious rays of shadow and light as it filtered through his sprawling ivory wings. "I could not help but approach at the sound of such glorious--" he...

Gabriel was smiling gaily as he sauntered through the club booths. He wondered what he would do this semester? It is worth noting that Gabriel did not follow the club culture in the same way as the rest of the school. Most students eventually settled in one club, and took their time...

Gabriel drifted slowly downwards, the perfect image of a renaissance painting with his passengers in his arms. The fading sunlight colored his ivory wings in colors of flowers and fire. He let his friends down on their feet, Aamor still in Raziel's arms, and bid them, "Adieu! I'd accompany...

Gabriel attempted to look horrified, but it came off as something closer to amusement. "Oh, no! I'd hate to be 'Thessalonianed'! Do spare me!" He attempted not to chuckle. It almost worked. "And tell me, my dear, why would I not take you to our incredibly competent nursing staff after...

"Ah, Aamor, you're awake! My, but it's been a while. We were just taking you back to campus. Gotta get you to the nurse about some minor head trauma. You'll be out before you can say 'Thessalonians,' I promise." He had almost asked her how summer was, but a little voice in the back of his...

Gabriel looked hurt. "Surely you wouldn't accuse me of such shallow motivations. My intentions are strictly honorable." He wasn't lying. Not technically. His intentions were very honorable, yes sir. There was great honor in love. Just ask the old man upstairs.

"Nope! I've made up my mind! You'll just have to deal." The words might have sounded like a scolding, if they weren't spoken so jovially. Minutes later, Ray was laying in Gabriel's arms, and Amor was lying, blissfully unconscious, across Ray, with his arms wrapped around her. Gabriel had...

"Of course. Jostling is bad." Gabriel knelt before Raziel, taking Aamor from him and into his own arms. As his hand brushed the back of her head, he smiled, saying, "Ah, she isn't bleeding badly." It was clear from the red stones that this was not the case, but when the angel removed his...

Gabriel shook his head. "Here, I was hoping to spend my evening taking a nice, long, scenic fly around the falls, and then I come across severe cranial trauma." He approached the sad trio from behind, wings glowing in the setting sun. "It never fails. I wonder if my presence is bad luck?"...