Oh such things indeed, that one would happen upon, when standing in front of the Ravenlock compound.. One may very well, happen upon an errant spider monkey, heavens forbid.. A wandering Moor Cat, simply padding along, and then, at the first hint of shade, it literally vanishes.. Or perhaps, a wandering Mithra, who can no long stalk the man of her dreams. Maybe, a taru , practicing his spell work.. So many things indeed.. Yet today was not a day for any of those, previously mentioned things, ladies and gentlemen.

Today was a day for little red headed beasties indeed..

So it had begun..

With the softest of giggles, it had begun. If one were to hear them, and look, they would find nothing..

Ever so quick were they, indeed, as the stalked their ?prey?.. With a snicker-snort, and another giggle to boot, the pair worked in tandem, as if they were one, in the same, and for all purposes they were. No verbal commands to one another, no visual aids, or the such. Everything done with such a fluid effort, much akin to their mother and father, who were very much the same. Closer, and closer they crept.. Using, the skills they had learned not only from their parents, but also from the Mithra Kerri, their ?nanny? and self appointed ?leader for life?.. If one were to notice, anything at all, it was more than like the blur of crimson, that lasted no more than a second, or so. Perhaps, what looked to be a tail.. Of course, the beasties, swore they were never seen, mind you..

And instantly, it happened..

?HALT!?

If the visitors were to turn around, they would see something interesting indeed, in the form of a little girl..

A little girl no older than seven or so, clad head to toe, in what one could describe best, as a camouflaged body suit, with a head of bright crimson, tied back into two large pony tails. A little girl, who?s face was painted with ?war stripes? upon her tan cheeks. A little girl who had.. Cat ears? Yes, cat ears, stemming from that head of crimson.

The little one, regarded the pair, as she stood as menacingly, as she possibly could, while pointing to the pair.. In her hand was a chakram, much like the one her mother would use. Little fingers tapped along the weapon rather methodically, as eyes of blue narrowed rather suspiciously..

The little one spoke, ?Are you a zombie??

Another voice rang out, as well.. ?Cause we kill zombies on sight!?

?But.. What about aunt Ren, wasn?t she a zombie??, replied the one before the visitors.

The undisclosed voice replied, ?Yeah, and if we see her, we?ll gut her like a fish!?

?Oh! Okay!?, replied the painted one, with a ?noddle?.

Looking back to Jade, and Claira, the painted one spoke..

?Okay, in the name of?Oh man.. Hey, what?s today?s theme!??

?Grill cheese sandwiches, ferret for brains!?, replied the undisclosed voice.

The painted one smiled, and nodded, ?Oh yeah, thanks!? And like that, she continued, as she pointed to Jade, and Claira once more!

?Okay, in the name of grill cheese sandwiches, who are you, and watcha want!?

The other voice rang out once more, ?Yeah, and make it quick cause we eat grill cheese around here, and you look kinda tasty!?

And suddenly, a third voice rang out, ?Wait!!?

?What!??, cried the second voice, coupled with the voice of the one, standing before Jade, and Claira.

The third voice spoke again, ?Cause I think that?s Aunt Jade, and Claira!?

?Aunt J?Oooooooh!?, said the one before Jade, and Claira, in revelation!

The second voice chimed in, ?But I still wanna eat em!?

And like that, what would normally be a standard interrogation spilled into a three way dance of words, and somewhat insults, as the one before the visitors, and the two undisclosed voices, had at it..

Welcome home indeed, wayward Ravenlocks.. Welcome home.