Niariel extended her injured hand for Ikaria to inspect.<br/>"I told Kouta it was a bad idea. I'm always messing things up." She tried to wipe the tears from her face but they had frozen solid. "And this stupid aura..." She trailed off and turned away from Ikaria as the table froze. "And this school. I don't know. I thought it would be a way to get away from it all but..." She paused again. This time she just stared at the tabletop and the slowly expanding ring of ice around her.<br/><br/>-----------<br/><br/>Akzariel groaned quietly. His parents had encouraged him to play an instrument, something about 'his people's heritage.' The results had been a complete disaster. Three melted flutes, a burned violin, a piano which had somehow gained a life of it's own and an exploding electric guitar later, they had abandoned their attempts.<br/><br/>"I don't think that's a very good idea Miss Dragon Lady." Akzariel said. "Unless you don't really care for the safety of everyone areound me."