Medeis {open}

(Just checking in, I'm so excited)

(Ack sorry I was actually sleeping for once)
Azriel looked around the dark room, her eyes slowly adjusting to the dim light. One of her wings was badly bent, but she had curled it around herself anyway. "Why, for the love of the stars, did they do that?"
(Sorry it's short, I didn't really know what to write)

Clare hated fumbling around in the dark, with a snap of her fingers a small flame flickered into existence hovering over her palm, she heard a strange garble of vowels that cam from a form near by. Clare razed her arm higher and increased the brightness of the flame, "Um Angel miss? What happened to your wing, do you need help?" Clare spoke slowly forming each vowel of Medein with careful exactness. In her mind thoughts were swirling around a jumbled mess, Why this room, why these people, was that really an angel? Then her training kicked in, she could practically here her instructors words, Keep your head cleared when you're in a fight, focus on the feel of your staff under your fingers, remember what you're doing and why you're doing it, panicking never helped anyone. Clare focused on calming her breathing, there may not be Soldiers in here but this was still the middle of a battle.

Breathe rattled in and out of Iris's shaking form as she huddled herself in the freezing cell. Ah, fire. Every instinct in her recoiled as she pitifully knelt closer to its dangerous, alluring warmth. She glanced back at the angel, dipping her head in agreement. A harsh voice of perfect Median and disdain emerged Iris. "Never, would I have thought being in a tavern would conclude with me being thrown into this." She hands gestured to bars and a never ending void of darkness. "They even took my sword," she sniffed.

(Honestly I would prefer having that option, but I don't mind the order.)

(XD thank you)

Azirel looked up, trying not to act too suspicious. "I believe it's been broken. It's quite alright, though, I am capable of handling myself." She longed to be flying, manipulating the breeze to make her fly faster. She pushed these thoughts from her mind, and focused on why she'd been thrown in a cell. Have I done something offensive?

(sorry I'm just now getting to this, I just finished my theater camp and our play ran long, I will be a lot more active now)

Arabella glanced around the cell while listening to the conversation. “We can make the best of this! I’m not super sure how yet, but, I think we can!” She listened to herself as her Medien words echoed across the cell. Her eyes flitted around some more as she searched for the cause of a soft quick tapping noise. tap tap tap tap She looked down at her pale hand that was practically glowing on the dim cell as her fingers tapped away. Arabella grabbed her hand to stop the tapping, it was only making her more anxious. Another question popped into her mind, making her wonder why she had never thought of it before, why am I here?

Iris raised an eyebrow and deadpanned, "I'm having a glorious time in this prison cell, oh look! Tally-marks on the wall that look like they costed a few fingernails. Let's have a freaking dance party with bars between us and celebrate how happy we are, making the best of being fugitives." Her Median was laced with coldness and sarcasm, as her arms wildly motioned at their surroundings.

Azriel winced at the tone. "That was unnecessary," she said quietly.

heck how am I already mixing characters up we're not even a page in
"I suggested we have a dance party," Iris mumbled, her Brachish slightly hesitant. She nodded to the angel's wing. "That doesn't look good." If you listened really, really hard you would've discerned the tiniest bit of concern in the statement.

Clare brightened the fire and looked around the small cell, she ignored the other voices in the room, weakness look for a weakness. she paused when she came to the bars and peered out into the dark hall, it was to small for any one in the room to fit through but what about a cat. She vetoed the idea , fire cats weren't the most discreet way of breaking out of the cell. she pulled what appeared to be a leather belt out from around her waist and undid the string reveling it to be a very, very wide mouthed bag that appeared to be empty. She pulled a cracker from it and munched on it grumpily as she continued to walk along the cell walls . "Any one have any plan of getting out of here? Or an even better question, Any one know why we're in here?"

heck how am I already mixing characters up we're not even a page in
"I suggested we have a dance party," Iris mumbled, her Brachish slightly hesitant. She nodded to the angel's wing. "That doesn't look good." If you listened really, really hard you would've discerned the tiniest bit of concern in the statement.

"It is fine, but thank you for your concern," Azriel said, cautious of speaking to the girl. "I can fix it later. The pain is less than ideal, however it is manageable."

Clare sighed and leaned against a wall sliding down it until she was sitting on the hard floor, "I'll take that as a no.." She mumbled. she ran her hands through her hair, a comforting motion, she had to extinguish the fire to do so and the cell was plunged into darkness. Clare didn't mind, Having light wasn't going to change her situation.

Iris smirked. "It looks like at least seventeen people had a dance party on it," she muttered in Eltin, her first language.
She turned her cool gaze upon the human who conjured fire, switching to Medein, "Not a clue. Pretty sure we'll figure out soon enough, though."

Azriel backed into a corner, hearing noises. She knew she could defend herself if necessary, but she really didn't want it to be necessary. Her wing felt like it was on fire.

Iris smirked. "It looks like at least seventeen people had a dance party on it," she muttered in Eltin, her first language.
She turned her cool gaze upon the fire elf, switching to Medein, "Not a clue. Pretty sure we'll figure out soon enough, though."

(… she's human)

(oops! I'm a complete mess, sorry! I'll change it.)

Arabella sighed under breath I’m Craision, “I was just trying to lighten the mood but ok.” And then spoke in Medien a little louder, “I can umm, control people, you know, if things get really bad. But guys, don’t feel sad, because sad backwards is das, and das not good.” She smiled for a split second, but then rolled her eyes. what to do what to- she heard footsteps and voices far off in the distance, she attempted to decipher what they were saying, but she couldn’t understand.

Clare blinked, then a flame hovered over her palm once more she turned to the Girl who had spoken in her native language, she spoke in Craision " I see I'm not the only one from home."

(oops! Just realized that I said Autumn! I meant Arabella! Sorry! Autumn is the main character in my book!)