farrah: Tiny little heads of white and pink swayed their bodies to and fro. Farrah glanced down at them with a warm feeling her heart, she felt a special connection with this chorus of flowers that surrounded her. She swooped down low and brushed her small hands against their fragile petals. They were so delicate against her nimble fingers. Farrah breathed in deeply, taking in the natural scent of mother earth's children. The flowers were like babies, their buds springing up all over; their colors and bodies soft like a newborn.
The seraphii gazed down at the flowers once more; a bright smile lined her face. "If only the whole world could be made up of tiny flowers." The thought made Farrah laugh. "There certainly wouldn't be war, Caroline told me about war. but there wouldn't be any once the evil people took a look at you guys..." She said aloud, going off on a tangent. Maybe the flowers didn't exactly understand what she was saying, but at least Farrah hoped that they were listening.

diablo: Escorted by a small and thinly opalescent cloud, a teen wandered the outskirts of a wood, his bare feet rolling as the dew-laced grass sunk under their touch.
His form was no taller or shorter than average, with some touches of muscle to the overall tone of his figure, though in no way the overwhelming factor. Indeed, here a boy of average figure, and yet extraordinary possibility passed.
Clothed casually, a pair of dark jeans and an old short sleeved, button-down shirt masked his frame, his feet, as aforementioned, bare of shoes or socks.
A lighter flicked on and off at the touch of his thumb, a flame springing up and down at his side, never staying on long enough for the heat to make much mark, the orange echoing his haircolour.
Dully he whistled, his mind elsewhere.

farrah: The sound of somebody whistling struck Farrah's ears like a needle. Caroline had told her to be careful incase someone wanted to steal her and make her part of the traveling circus. Farrah pulled her cloud into the deep waves of the rolling flowers and hid. Why did she have to fear being alone? Caroline said some people might have never seen a girl like Farrah, specially the people who go for hikes around here. The seraphii's tiny heart pounded up and down, with the touch of the ground a large leaf covered her body. It looked strangely out of place, but it would do. The earth was on her side, Mother Earth had blessed her with a gift.

diablo: Blind and deaf to the world outside his own swirling thoughts, Diablo continued his walking, playing with the little flicker of fire. The whistling continued in a shrill tune, a song a housemate of his was often found humming.
The flowers being admired so happily caught his notice not, just as the trees to his side, the cheerful sky above, or the cloud easily bobbing at the back of his knees caught it not.
Much had occured for the tiny teen in the last week. He had found a new home, and it's odd rhythms were yet to make sense to the boy.
The adult of the place was scattered, he was unsure if she were sane, an amulet of sorts provided two more "occupants" or would at some point, the woman said, and the last, another teenage boy, was downright strange. He was ever dancing, and though easily led into Diablo's tricks, he never reacted in a satisfactorily shocked manner.
Yes... he had made his way into a madhouse.

farrah: Farrah peeked out from under the leaf, she was strained with curiosity; who was this character? Her eyes scanned above the flowers and focused on an orangey glow. She closed her eyes for a mere second than gazed at the glow, soon realizing it was fire. "Fire!" Farrah jumped up, swatting her leaf at the flame. "Don't you harm us!" She yelled with anger, until realizing the fire was connected to a person of some sort.

diablo: Forcibly drawn from his thoughts from the sudden attack of a... leaf? Diablo turned his eyes to focus on his assailant. A voice, too, ambushed his ears shrilly, the sound of a girl screeching.
"Geeze, you'd think I was a bloody spider from the sound of that scream," he muttered, before catching glimpse of the girl surrounded by her precious flowers.
Instinctively, a devious grin flickered over his features.
"Hey there," he called out, finally ceasing the toying with the tiny flame, bigger conquests in mind.

farrah: Farrah closed her eyes, the words of her soon to be speech unfolding in her mind. "If you think you could just go around burning down flowers, you certainly are wrong mister! If you think you can just build malls and tear down the woods...you are wro—" She paused then blinked. "What?" The seraphii shook her head, slightly confused. Fire was harmful; it burned the things she loved. "Spider, what does that have to do with fire?" She titled her head, her mind growing blank.

diablo: At this, the boy cocked an eyebrow, momentarily forgetting his earlier words.
"You've got a hang-up on fire, huh girl?" he queried at last, before the comment sprung to his realisation.
"Oh, and just... the screech. My guardian only makes noise like that if something eight-legged is headed her way."
He shrugged, finishing his sentence.

farrah: "Maybe I do?!" Farrah scurried onto her cloud dropping the leaf onto a flower. She closed her eyes and calmed down. When she opened her eyes, it was a pleasant surprise to realize the boy was quite small... like her. "Fire destroys the good of this earth. Fire destroys the things I care about most." Her hands shook a bit. "Please put it away or something, I bet you'll burn something." Farrah's heart jumped, you could never be too sure. He might use the fire against her.

"What? Oh, spiders aren't scary. They control the flies; everyone has a purpose on this earth."