"Tombouko sure is a strange place. The skies are yellow, and the grass is purple," Naviya remarked mindlessly, her gaze fixed on the pale yellow sky above, taking up almost all her attention.
"Just to be clear, the sky isn't actually yellow," Merrybel stated bluntly, pompously flicking her shark tail around as her ego swelled from showing off the knowledge she learned from school. Other than the smirking Naviya, the collective of girls cast a glaring side eye to the pompous sharkling while Belo manifested his eyes on Ki-Lia's mage robe and pointed them towards the sky.
"Then would you care to tell us why then, Ms Know-it-all?" Ki-Lia asked emotionlessly while throwing the tip of her tiger tail in Merrybel's face, making the sharkling flinch away from it. Slinking away a bit further, Merrybel murmured behind her hand as she used it to cover her growing blush before saying, "I dunno, my science teacher didn't get to that part yet.".
Once the girls reached the fence gate separating Xiavion's garden from the village's tiled/paved pathway, Merrybel raised her hand, a pair of red metalic rings in her grasp before indignantly tossing one to her side and the other in her pocket.
From one of the windows of the tree section of Xiavion's silverwood treehouse, Mozel watched the other girls saunter down the village path, her eyes locked on them with fierce determination until her line of sight was broken as the girls disappeared down the small hill. With a hearty huff, Mozel slinked her way back into the house, hopping off the haphazardly stacked tower of wooden stools that could collapse at any moment. She landed on the floor with a mild thud, the floorboards let out a low creaking echo beneath Mozel, distilling a nervous anxiety in her as the creaking crept its way further backwards.
In the ground-level kitchen, a slightly tall teenage female had herself hunched over, her face level with the tree root countertop. Her hand was raised over the counter, her arm arched and poised like an excavator, a lone cherry clasped between her fingertips.
(The teen is a slightly tall, sixteen-year-old female humanoid primordial demon; she has long glowing lime hair tied into three ponytails which are shaped like flowers[outer two have six petals and the middle one has seven petals], black dragon-like eyes and the white parts are glowing lime, super pale skin, toned muscles, slight hourglass figure, slightly wide hips, four scaly pale lime demon wings, three large black dragon-like tail and two sharp fangs, and the entirety of her body[excluding her head, chest, and abdomin] is covered in black dragon-like scales with lime-coloured tips)
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(The teen is wearing a roman-styled lime open hoodie, a white sleeveless skintight fur shirt, dark grey and light grey tartan fur leggings, and lime sliverwood getas)
As she cautiously dangled the cherry over the summit of her finely crafted sundae, she stuck the very tip of her tongue out of her mouth and shut one of her eyes to aid in her focus. She furrowed her brow, intensity entwined in her eyes as she intently focused on her goal of completing the best sundae, in both aesthetics and function. However, her focus was broken by the sounds of a chorus of falling wood slamming against the floor and, more importantly, the sounds of Mozel's groans of pain.
"Eriko... help," Mozel whimpered pitifully from elsewhere within the tree. With pure indignation, Eriko glared blankly at her sundae, half convinced to ignore Mozel and simply pretend she didn't hear a thing; however, Mozel's groans persisted, forcing Eriko to close her other eye to keep her composure as she hoped someone else would deal with Mozel.
"Mozel, stop trying to annoy Eri," Xiavion announced exhaustedly, from somewhere higher up in the house. A begrudging groan escaped from Mozel, slamming her head against the floor and kicking her limbs about in childish defiance.
Not too long after, a barrage of wooden stools flung into the kitchen from the hallway, haphazardly aimed as they shot off in random directions before a torrent of shadowy tendrils emerged from the shadows. The tendrils effortlessly caught the flying stools, flipping them upright and slapping them down in their proper places beside their tables. As the tendrils receded under the furniture, Mozel saunteredly dragged herself into the kitchen in a pout before scaling a stool, sitting upon it, and crossing her arms.
"Why do those lot get to go to school?" Mozel grumbled, placing her chin on the table while resting her arms on top of her head.
"Because there's only a preschool in this village; do you need to go back or something?" a cocky male asked as he swayed his way into the kitchen.
(The teen is a tall, fair skin fifteen-year-old humanoid half-demon/half-human; he has knee-low super spikey Persian green hair with pure white undersides and highlights, Persian green eyes with reflective silver scleras, Persian green curved horns on his forehead, and a thin Persian green tail with a large spade-shaped tail tip)
(He is wearing an oversized Persian green tank top with three black horizontal stripes, fuzzy black shorts, and fuzzy Persian green snake-themed sandals)
"Onixo! That isn't what I meant and you know it!" Mozel exclaimed in indignation, her voice mildly muffled as she squished her cheeks further into the counter when Onixo snickered at her.
