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Keva jerks back his hand, but it is too late. With a rueful chuckle he rubs his palm vigorously and shakes his head. "Ye haven't changed a bit. Yer just what we need to liven this place up a bit, Luceil. With Tam, Shia, Ma and Dad gone... it's like a morgue around here."

Keva nods and shifts to fox form, so he can sniff the dragon down. He lopes off after the dragon, wondering where he has gone.

Fortunately for the nightmare/water horse cross breed he has taken to spending most of his day beneath the river. Keva trots up to the dragon and demands to know what he is looking for and why. He also reminds him that since he is in charge, Luceil DOES have to listen to him.

"I'm not intending to get bossy, but iffin I tell ye to do something and it's important, ye better listen, kid."

"Actually, I am... " says Keva shifting back into kitsune form. He climbs up on the side wall of an empty stall and grins widely. "I'm in charge of this whole dang place. Freaky, huh? Couldn't believe Ma and Dad chose me either, but I will do the best I can. I've never been in charge of anything before, but it's the truth. You can asked anyone you want. They'll tell you I'm not lying. I'm glad your here, though. I really could use your help... in more ways than one." he adds with a wink.

"But that also means I won't let you mess things up for me either. Seriously Luceil... I enjoy your company and your pranks make me laugh, but if you don't listen when you need to... I will send you home. Uncle Kerobian says I have to punish you, but that would be hard, seeing as how yer bigger than I am now. So the worse I can do to ye is tell ye to get lost and mean it. I'd rather not have to go that far... OK?"

Of course, Luceil has never seen Keva in his manticore form as the fox rarely uses it, so it is his ace in the hole so to speak. If Luceil does push him too far, Keva can and will go to it, as it is far larger than the younger dragon.

"Go away..." comes a voice from behind him. When he turns he sees the horse, standing there as if braced for a confrontation.

The horse shakes his head, but not in negation. He paces forward with a slow heavy pace and stops a short distance away. "No one can help... I'm not sick... I just don't remember anything anymore... but when I hear the stuff I've done, it's probably better I forget..."

Sadly, the soul has not repaired itself. The gaping holes which Kero had seen to begin with are still there... no longer as raw, but they also don't seem to be filling in.