<span style="color: #BFBFBF">Casey purred inside from his voice for a mere split second – he is indeed charming. However, her soul was more up and about for messing with the Doves, and she doesn’t want to calm down just yet. "Of course!" Casey whispered, but deep inside, she was getting quite impatient, and so she decided to make up her mind and just jump at the Doves. <span style="font-style: italic">A prank, not a fight.</span> Casey sighs, <span style="font-style: italic">I wonder if I can just leave it at theiving their belongings? Because <span style="text-decoration: underline">I</span> can make the distractions. Least they won’t be too injured this way.</span> Indeed, she may be a Raven and they the Doves, but she’s not as bratty and senseless as some think she is. She has yet a good reason to extremely harm someone. Casey examines the Doves. They were carrying bags. <span style="font-style: italic">I wonder what’s in there.</span> Jewelry, secret items, secret information, or training books. These Doves don’t seem quite aware enough to be good watchers. Least of all camping this far out. “So, are you going to make the first move, or me?” Casey then grabs a rock, merely for utility sake, not devising any harm. She’s wondering whether the two are going to target the Dove Camp, the flying Dove, or both. Course, the plan can easily work many ways since they both have caused ruckuses and had dealt and fought in many troubles as well as Casey had assumed, but she’s still aware on at least taking some factors into consideration, and so she reluctantly holds back. “Ready any time now.” She then imagines throwing one rock right between the space of two of the Doves heads, the stone making a strong and loud contact with a tree. A distraction enough to cause fear and a reaction. She smiles at her imagination and at their fearful faces and wildly waving wings from their adrenaline rush. <span style="font-style: italic">If this was war, they’d be the first ones out. Too bad I don’t have my weapons. Or a mask. Being exposed is too great of a risk. The least I have are my wits and fists.</span> She had also taken note of the Dove in the sky who had wore jewelry. <span style="font-style: italic">She seems to be of higher rank. I wonder how she’s like?</span> Casey tilts her head for a second in curiosity. <span style="font-style: italic">I was never told that I’m a high ranked, and so perhaps seeing her duties and actions to a prank might let me know a bit about her and of being high ranked.</span><br/>_____________________________________________________<br/><span style="font-style: italic">… !</span> Aaron was suddenly grabbed by both of his arms. He was soon greeted by two female Doves. “Hey there! I just thought that you’d like a tour around this place!” The other angel buts in, forcefully hugging and pulling his arm towards her direction. “Follow me! I know everything to your mind’s inquisition! Let’s start with the towns over there - ”<br/>The other angel grabs and pulls his other arm towards herself as she tries to fly ahead of him. “No, Cyan. I think he’d be more interested in the forests, cliffs, and river areas than the Dove civilizations!”<br/><br/>The Cyan Angel pouts and then whines, “But Sheryl, it’s important that he is to also know of our clans ranks, meetings, systems, and training!”<br/>The Sheryl Angel replies, “I just want to show off my knowledge of the Dove clan’s adventurous areas – for I am quite specialized at my job of it!”<br/><br/>Cyan thinks, <span style="font-style: italic">Yes, including your speciality at abandoning it too.</span> “Say, boy - what’s your name? My name’s Cyan. And if I may, let me show you around in this archangelic society?”<br/>“And I’m Sheryl. Let me show you around too, alright?” Sheryl and Cyan had then glared at eachother.<br/>And then the boy smiled, it had set the girls’ soul on fire with their attraction to him. “My name’s Aaron Bhaltair Clovis. It’s nice to meet you two, Cyan and Sheryl. It would be pleasant of you two could - ”<br/> The two Dove girls started to pull at opposing directions while holding Aaron’s arms as Aaron struggled to keep his flying position correct, trying to prevent himself from flying awkwardly. As the girls saw his very slightly distressed expression, they stopped and tried to hug him close up and WAY too personal as the two Dove girls continued to glare at eachother with hostility towards eachother over the boy.<br/><br/>Aaron was glad that he was welcomed easily, but was honestly a bit annoyed at the situation, he was finally able to struggle and slip out from between the two fiery Doves as he tries to fly away to create some personal space. “I’m sure both of you can show me around?”<br/>The angels looked at him with dreamy eyes, the both had spoke, “Yes, of course fellow Dove!” The two then grabbed his arms and flew off together, arguing and pulling him back and forth along the way, but they were less aggressive this time as they shared the turns of telling information than trying to fight over the boy. One of them said, “You should really meet up with the Chiefs! I think there’s one where the camps are at.” The three then flew off. The angels tugged at him forcefully from time to time, not wanting to let go of the angel boy and making him suddenly jerk to the right and to the left every so often.</span>