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Keva rolls his eyes and complies with Kerobian's request. Surprisingly, perhaps since the prank was Averus' idea in the first place and it nearly cost him his friend, he isn't at all upset with having to do all that writing.

Averus, on the other hand, will never be a popular writer. Even with an enchanted pen, his words are stilted and difficult to understand. It reads as though he is trying to talk over Kerobian's head, using terms he barely understands himself. No doubt Keva tried to coach him in the endeavor, but the mage doubts that what Keva told him and what Averus wrote matches up very well. The horse clearly has no idea how magic works.

"Ye didn't ask me iffin I understood it. Ye only said to write about it, so I did." grumbles the horse testily.

Keva wisely keeps his mouth shut but there is a scuffle under the table and Averus' head comes up with a start, his nostrils flaring angrily.

"Dang it, Kev... that hurt!"

Averus sighs and hangs his head. "Like I said, Master Kerobian, ye didn't ask if I understood magic..."

Averus nods and trots off, muttering beneath his breath "... blue flower... red thorns... blue flower.. red thorns..."

"Nicely done, Uncle." says Keva quietly handing him his papers. "He's always trying to fit in around here, doesn't like to stand out. I keep telling him to be himself, but..." Keva shrugs and shakes his head. "Ever since Shia left he's been moping about like a love sick puppy. How is she anyway?"

Keva starts to shake his head then nods slightly. "A little, yes, but fully... no. Ye meant well, Uncle. And we were trying to get away with something we shouldn't have... would have too, had ye not been here... but it might have gone real bad too, so I just don't know. I tried to talk him out of it, but... he's my friend... the only one I got around here these days, what with Shia and Tam both gone... and Ma and Dad more wrapped up in themselves than in the rest of us. So I guess I'm glad ye did over react... kind of." He flashes Kerobian a half grin and sinks down comfortably in his chair. "Ma says I'm ready..." he gives a short bark of laughter... " for what I don't know. I'm itchy inside... and antsy... nothing fits... not my clothes, not my life... even me. I could disappear tomorrow and no one around here would miss me. Life would go on and it would all be just ducky fine."

Keva smiles sadly. "I'm a lousy mage, Uncle, even I know that. I'm a shifter... and a pretty lousy one at that... heck look at me true self... talk about a mess... can't even make up it's mind what it is... am I a lion... am I a dragon... am I a scorpion... damn... I'm just confused.. let's face it..."

"Ye can?" says Keva with a touch of his former eagerness. "Could ye, please? The mage that ma hired to do it when I was still in diapers told her not to waste her time on me... that I was not but trouble with a capital "T". Of course she tossed him out on his ear while he babbled on about something or another concerning prophetic avatars and mind beasts... Dad says he was a bit touched. I.. I just don't know... I've always been a slow learner... slow to pick things up... slow to let them go..."