<div style="text-align: justify;">Alannah giggled. No matter how old you got, you would always be a child to your parents, it seemed. Jill was quickly growing on her. She subconsciously ran a hand through her own hair, having been briefly reminded of the fact that she had not brushed it for a good day when Jill messed up Dimitri's. <br/><br/>She grinned at him from her spot near the painting of the lighthouse, resting her hands behind her back like a student from fifty years ago. <span style="color: #4080FF">"Yeah, I s'pose 'girlfriend' would be what I am at the moment,"</span> she answered Jill. A crooked smile played around her lips. <span style="color: #4080FF">"And if ya'll have me, here I am. Didn't go all this wee for nothing now, did we?"</span> she continued as she returned across the planks to stand with the other three again.<br/><br/><span style="color: #4080FF">"Fancy magical protection?"</span> The question was asked eagerly and with an honest desire to know more. One of her hands found its way back to its natural spot intertwined with Dimitri's. Hearing about all these frankly absurd things for the first time reminded her of the time she found out that the Earth wasn't flat, but actually vaguely egg-shaped. She and Tony had drawn countries on many eggs that day.</div>