Lola blinked, just a moment ago they had been fighting so ferociously and nowâ€¦ now they were talking.<br/><br/>Hands still shaking she recorded further in the book, mostly about how odd she thought this whole thing was, and began to chew gently on the feathered end of her pen. It was already quite damaged from possible eons of this kind of abuse but she didnâ€™t seem to care and simply continued with the destructive action as she read over and over again her own writings.<br/><br/>â€œHm?!â€ she jumped a little and snapped the book closed when she realized someone was speaking to her andâ€¦ was that a flash of silver, a bit of movement in the trees just a bit away? She hoped not, this party really didnâ€™t need to get much biggerâ€¦ Unless of course the new comer was nice, then it would be okay, but still.<br/><br/>Heâ€™s still talking to you she reminded herself, eyes training back on the newer angel with a cautious curiosity. He was waving her over like one might do to a puppy or a frightened child and felt a little annoyance at that, puffing up her cheeks momentarily. But then she realized he probably meant no harm and deflated, giving a weary smile.<br/><br/>She almost felt compelled to stay where she was, just in case they decided to start that whole mess up again, but her inner adventurer wouldnâ€™t allow that. With a sigh she stood and started slowly over to them, pocketing the quill as she went, book still in hand.<br/><br/>â€œHiâ€ she said with the same cautious smile still in place. â€œIâ€™m Lolitaâ€¦ Or Lola. Whichever suits youâ€¦ You guys areâ€¦ youâ€™re done fighting now right? I wonâ€™t need to get behind the rock again right?â€