<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/0jYbPnX.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Cessily Kincaid/Mercury<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Dining room, sitting next to Myth; September 1, 2013<br/><strong>Wearing: </strong>Red shirt, jean shorts, and sneakers<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Ragnar, Idris and everyone in the Dining room<br/><hr/>As Ces sat down, she felt Ragnar's hand slightly squeeze her knee before he spoke, letting out a slight gasp. "The Lady Freya shines through you, may her blessing go with you, lovely one..." Ces gave a warm smile at the greeting and even managed to blush when Ragnar mentioned that things were even better now that she was here. "The change in size does cause problems until I get used to the form. I've also had problems with the Fairy form I use for scouting as well...." Laying her hands on his hand, Ces looked in Ragnar's eyes.<strong>"Well, I'm glad you're okay."</strong>Even if Ces didn't say a thing, it was apparent that she was one-hundred percent genuine in what she just said.<strong>"Everyone's glad you're okay."</strong>Looking around the room at all the new X-Men, she turned to face Ragnar again, giving him one of her signature smiles.<strong>"I'm glad everyone's okay."</strong><br/><br/>Retreating her hand from his, Ragnar stood up and headed for the kitchen.<em> "I knew he had a dragon form, but a fairy form?"</em>Ces thought to herself as she watched Ragnar walk over to the kitchen and fetch a mug. Watching him do this reminded Ces that she should get something to eat or, at the least, something to drink. Looking down at the table, she noticed everyone's plates full of delicious looking food. Assuming Betsy did the cooking, she turned to her to say something but noticed that she seemed to be busy with...something.<em>"Maybe she's talking to someone."</em>Ces concluded and decided it would be best not to interrupt. Looking back to the kitchen, Ragnar was now headed back to the table with a mug full of...beer? Mead? Ces didn't drink , so all she could do was assume. For all she knew, it could be rootbeer.<br/><br/>Shaking the thought off, Ces grabbed a glass of water that was setting on the table and took a sip while Ragnar got seated. Peering over to Toad, he appeared to be acting civilized and was going about his own business. Betsy, who looked to have calmed down a bit, was still...doing whatever she was doing. Ces tried not to think out-loud, not wanting to get caught up in her business. Everyone else seemed to already have been seated and talking amongst each other. Logan, Beast and Storm still weren't present, along with a few others, but they were probably dealing with more important things.<br/><br/>As her attention shifts back to Ragnar, Ces noticed he has his mug raised and hasn't taken his seat yet. "Lord Odin and lady Freya..." Not sure as to what to do, Ces simply bows her head down and listens to the rest of Ragnar's prayer. Once he finishes, Ces slowly tilts her head back up to see Ragnar taking a drink from his mug. She was about to say something, but he spoke before she did. "Tomorrow, I'm planning to spend part of the day in dragon form... Would you like a ride?" A ride? On Ragnar? In his dragon form? Lowering her head again for a moment, she quietly spoke.<strong>"Ragnar..."</strong>Ces's excitement was building up. Wouldn't anyone if given the chance to ride on a dragon!?<strong>"...that...would..." </strong>Seeming like she was going to respond in a normal, inside voice, any hope of that was quickly erased. Clutching both her fists in excitement, she yelled.<br/><br/><strong>"...BE AMAZING! WHO WOULDN'T SAY YES TO THAT!? YES! YES, I'LL RIDE YOU!"</strong><br/><br/>Pausing for a moment, Ces stared blankly as she processed what she had just said...out-loud...in a room full of people.<strong>"No! Not like that! In dragon form!"</strong>Somehow, that sounded even worse.<strong>"You kno-I wasn't going to do anyth-If that's what you all were think-"</strong>Quickly taking a seat back down, Ces covers her head on the table in an attempt to escape the embarrassment. Rolling her head on it's side, she looked up at Ragnar through her fingers.<strong> "You know what I meant? And yes, I'll hang out with you tomorrow Ragnar. Just stop by my room tomorrow morning."</strong>Wallowing in her self-embarrassment for a few more minutes, she finally managed to raise her head up, although her cheeks were still a cherry red from the blushing. It wasn't until she noticed Idris approaching her that she realized something: she forgot to save her a seat!<br/><br/>"You were supposed to save me a seat!" Idris playfully said, teasing Ces about her forgetfullness.<strong>"Idris! I am sooo sorry! I totally forgot about your seat!"</strong>Quickly looking around for another chair, Ces practically ran over to an empty table, grabbed an empty chair and set it next to herself.<strong>"There's still some room here."</strong>Patting the chair on it's seat, Ces looked up at Idris.<strong> "You can sit here if you'd like!"</strong>Ces, to be honest, was almost on the verge of tears, even though it was something as small as forgetting a chair.<strong>"If you need more room I can scoot over."</strong>Ces demonstrated by sliding her chair over towards Ragnar, giving Idris more than enough space to sit down.<strong> "I don't mind sitting this close to Ragnar..."</strong>Ces smiled as she gave the man a pat on his shoulder, and looked back at Idris.<strong>"...as long as he doesn't mind it." </strong>