In Search of Silence- Silverkatt

[Silverkatt]

Silverkatt ran into the garden on light, quick feet. She ran past the many beautiful flowers without taking a look and straight to the northeast corner of the central garden.
Silverkatt stopped. There was a slight breeze here, and she found it rather comforting. It was cool and calm here, and she could here nothing except the wind blowing gently through the leaves. That's why she had come here, to escape all the noise that surrounded the castle. She just wanted to take a nap or relax without someone asking her name or bothering her.
Silverkatt spied a small bench, and decided that it looked awfully comfortable. She sat down on it and leaned back, closing her eyes and letting the breeze flow through her silver hair.

[Arual]

((link to Cecil's arrival post: www.youtube.com/watch?v=m4xaWlZmzbc&mode=related&search= ))
Cecil slowly walked up to find a person, just laying there on a bench. His cold crimson eyes faded, he felt the warm breeze shape to his face as he stood at the top of a perfectly round hill.
The young boy shut his eyes, taking in all there was at this moment and knew that coming back here was a good idea. His soul felt at rest when he closed his fiery eyes.
His jet black, raven colored hair moved around every which way until the wind died down and Cecil moved closer.
Once glance was all it took for anyone to see that he was much younger then most of the students. But what they didn't know was that he worked as hard as them, maybe even harder. Still that remained unsaid and unproven.

[Silverkatt]

Silverkatt reclined peacefully on the bench, eyes closed and relaxed. Her silver, short hair moved slightly in the breeze and tickled her cheek. She was glad she had come here. It was the most relaxed she had been since she had met her teacher in the Ghost Shipyard.
Suddenly, Silverkatt's nose twitched. She smelled something new in the air. A smell that wasn't flowers or trees or water or even the faint scent of the wooden bench.
It was the smell of a boy.
Silverkatt's single brilliant blue eye and misty green-gray eye shot open. Ever so slowly, she rotated her head away from the bench to see if she could spot the boy.
And there he was, standing on top of the hill, just outside of this section of the garden. He seemed to be on the shorter side, and appeared to be quite young. Silverkatt spotted red eyes and jet black hair. She stiffened, still laying on the bench. He didn't seem to be threatening, but you never knew what this school would pop out next.

[Arual]

Cecil saw the eyes burst open. He was the least bit nervous about spotting out the figure.He went to lay in the grass, the airy, summer green grass, which swayed from all angles around him as if it were a dream. The clear, mobile like sky blew past them. Cecils hands behind his head for support the boy practially fell aslepp, still on guard since someone was right in front of him he did not know. Even if there wasn't he would be anyway.
A deep sigh took place at the top of the hill.
"Kari, what do I do? I'm- I am lost. Help me. Please." he thought remaining calm and collected.

[Silverkatt]

Silverkatt heard the boy sigh, and she wondered what he was thinking. He had lain down in the grass on the side of the hill facing her, and he was still watching her. The boy seemed to be less of a threat than before, so she slowly and calmly sat up on the bench, hands lightly gripping the wood on either side of her legs, her back slightly curved forward. She blew the section of silver hair off her green-gray eye, and stared intently at the boy. Silverkatt leaned her head to the side slightly, in the universal sign that she was curious about him, but would not hurt him.
"Hello." she said in a gentle, yet sturdy voice. "What is your name?"

[Arual]

Cecil did not hear this reply though. He was inside his own world when she asked. His eyes looked unto the skies passing wonder. The boys pale skin was glowing from the heated rays of sun beaming on his body while he laid on the ground with no original intent of speaking to someone.
"Kari, if I am meant to live, give me life until my time is up. Give me people like you to keep watch over me for when I fall, and I will do the same for them. This is all I ask of your spirit..." Cecil thought givng out another sigh.

[Silverkatt]

The boy didn't seem to hear what Silverkatt said. In fact, he seemed to be in a world all his own. So, in a bold move, Silverkatt stood up and crossed the garden to the hill the boy was laying on. She leaned over him slightly, still standing, and her shadow fell across his face. ((is this in the day or later? If it's in the day then sunlight shadow, if at night moonlight shadow)) Silver thought that the little boy with the black hair was awfully cute.

[Arual]

His eyes instantly opened to the sound of her voice. They opened wide at that, then narrowed down again. His hair had small amounts of dust and dirt blown into it since there were tiny brownish tan spects in the boy's hair. His peircing crimson eyes stared deep into the sky; not even glancing at the girl's hovering over him, the cold, heartless, hard feeling gave way into the girl's mind just by his face.
"Who are you?" Cecil asked, now trying to cover up the large scar that ran down his arm away from this person.

[Silverkatt]

"My name is Silverkatt," she said. The boy had a voice that seemed rather deep for his apparent age, but he still sounded like a child. "But most people call me Silver." This was an outright lie, but Silverkatt barely spoke to anyone, much less had her name been spoken by them, and she liked the name Silver better than Silverkatt, anyway. Silver sat down in the grass next to the boy, her feet flat on the ground and her knees bent to a ninety- degree angle, her forearms resting atop them.

[Arual]

He had succeeded in making his arm unoticeable and he sighed, knowing that no questions were going to be asked about it.
Cecil really did not speak much at all in his life; too much has gone on since, well, that day. Cecil boosted himself up and stood now, reaching a height of about 5 foot 7. The warm breeze blew face forward into them. His hands kept into his pockets, knees locked, and face to the ground for some reason. His right hand clenched the dagger in his pocket tightly.
"Silverkatt. Not a common name for a person; then again, here, anything is possible." Cecil thought to himself.
A small twitch from his arm jolted, like the boy was rolling out his shoulders.
"Not again, this seems to be frequent anymore." he added to his thoughts.

[Silverkatt]

The boy stood up. He was rather tall, but he still had the unmistakeable look of youth to him. Silver was beginning to wonder if he spoke at all.

"Do you speak?"

[Arual]

"Cecil Shan." he replied, still not looking her in the eyes.
As he turned his head down to where she was. Carelessly, he turned the wrong way, showing what he had tried to hide. He didn't know where it had come from til earlier that day, he couldn't stand the truth behind it. He didn't make a big deal out of it, but so many questioned him about it since 'it' happened. The bright sun made the raven haired boy's eyes shine like a ray itself.

[Silverkatt]

Silver saw a long scar on the boy's arm, but decided not to say anything about it. "Cecil Shan," she repeated, while absentmindedly licking the back of her hand. "That's an interesting name. How old are you, Cecil?"

[Arual]

Cecil realized this and immeadiatly turned around looked into the distance.
"Why?" Cecil asked in a flat, sarcastic manner.
He now began to feel a cold breeze blow and put on his jacket.
"This person looks as though she is mixed with cat features. Odd, but she seems harmless." he thought, giving her some credit to her kindness.
He needed rest, lots of it. He reluctantly sat back down, only with a gap between them lager then the first.

[Silverkatt]

"It's just that you seem rather young, yet very talented for your apparent age, and I wanted to know just how old you are," Silver responded calmly.

He seemed to have moved away from her a little bit. Maybe he was slightly afraid of her. Silver leaned back, resting her head on the soft and airy grass, and put one leg straight on the ground, leaving the other in its original position. She folded her arms over her abdomen. Silver hoped that Cecil would see this as a sign of trust and that she wasn't going to harm him.