"A bit?" Sumnor frowned slightly, not entirely sure what she meant, "I'm going to look like a girl playing dress up with her dad's cloths. You're like a good six inches taller than I am." Sumnor chuckled, scratching his head slightly, "Nearer to eight most likely, but who's really counting?" He watched as she scamperred out into the hall and dug out one of his shirts and a pair of his jeans, chuckling at the way she scurried off again.

He almost let out a loud laugh as she waslked in and almost tripped, not realising just how big he really was, "For once in my entire life I am actually looking forward to shopping," "So am I right now, you dont suit baggy jeans, tight fitting has always been better for me, as well." He smiled, "There's a small market not to far down the road, we can go now, if you'd like."

Dryac stood, brushing the shoulder of his trenchcoat, before sighing, removing it and shoving it in the bin, "Seem's a good idea, but I'd best get a shower first, be back in a few minutes." Dryac's word held true, as he apearred clean and in new clothes just three minutes later, Sumnor then following suit. When Sumnor returned, he was in a close fitting long sleeved navy blue shirt and Dark black combats, his leather jacket abandoned, as it was the middle of summer on earth.

"Do you have a belt? I feel silly holding these pants up." Sumnor dug through a few closets before pulling a belt out, the buckle a four leaved clover, one p*censored*ed down through his family, the brown leather worn, the design flawless. He handed it to her and smiled, "That belt ahs held the pants of various family members up for generations, still in perfect working order."

He picked up his keys from in front of Ryan, and looked around to make sure there was nothing he needed, before switching the stereo off, "Don't humans have holidays? You know, where they give toys to their children. I think Ryan could use some trucks and legos and other boy toys. Could we buy some tomorrow when we go shopping for cloths?" "Aye, I suppose we can get toys, that should be no problem with this market, they sell everything from kids toys to torture devices."

he chuckled slightly at his own comment, before opening up the front door and letting himself out, waiting for the others, making Ryan run to him simply by jingling his keys before handing them to the boy, "Looks like he already has one toy."

"That belt has held the pants of various family members up for generations, still in perfect working order."

Alix could tell by his tone that Sumnor was being completely serious. It was a lovely belt, and the leather that was nicely worn in by the years of use so that it was flexible and comfortable. Yet Alix burst out laugh. She laughed like she had never laughed before, full heartedly. It was wild and unbroken. Tears brimmed the corners of her eyes as she bent forward to grip her aching sides. Once her laughing subsided, Alix lifted herself upright and wiped the moisture from her eyes. Her cheeks were flushed as she breathlessly apologized, "I don't know what got into me. Though, it was funny hearing about the pant holding of many generations." Sheepishly, Alix looked at Sumnor, hoping he didn't take any offense as she snitched the belt and tightened it around her waist.

With a soft huff, Alix rolled her eyes at Sumnor as she followed him outside. Although she was smiling inside about Ryan prancing after the keys, Alix wanted better for the child. She felt protective of him, and Alix thought it would be good for him to have a basket ball or soccer ball, something that a usual human child would play with. Then Sumnor's unique sense of humor had her a little nervous about what they might find in the little market. "I guess, since we can go shopping today, we could snatch something for Ryan to play with." She paused before adding, "Even if he prefers the shiny keys. I don't think it's fair that you're using something shiny. Shiny stuff always wins attention." Her sapphire eyes sparkled like pools of midnight sky.

"So how are we getting there?" Looking around, Alix asked, "Is there a car or something? My shoes were uncomfortable, so I'm barefoot." Wiggling her toes, Alix had a moments thought that maybe going barefoot wasn't a good idea. Humans didn't walk around without shoes, do they? But the warm air was comforting to her wolf and she wanted to feel the prickle of gra.ss on her feet.

"I don't know what got into me. Though, it was funny hearing about the pant holding of many generations." Sumnor chuckled softly, still surprised at the manner in which Alix had reacted. Shrugging it off, he decided not to reply, not sure what words would be best as a reply to such an.... odd reaction to an innocent comment.

"I guess, since we can go shopping today, we could snatch something for Ryan to play with." As Sumnor opened his mouth to speak she didn't even give him the chance, "Even if he prefers the shiny keys. I don't think it's fair that you're using something shiny. Shiny stuff always wins attention." "AS I was about to say, that's the main thing we were going for, it's that and clothes, maybe a few supplies..."

"So how are we getting there?" "Is there a car or something? My shoes were uncomfortable, so I'm barefoot."Sumnor thought for a moment, before crounching and putting his hand out to Ryan, who then dropped the keys in the hand with a smile, "Good boy" He pressed a butt on one of the clickers that appeared to be a keyring, before the door to the garage opened. He stepped in, before pulling the dustcover of an impressive looking 4X4 and getting in, parking it beside Alix and pushing the opposite door open, "Your chariot, m'lady."

"Your chariot, m'lady." 

With a soft whistle of appreciation, Alix paused to look at Ryan then the vehicle. Pursing her lips together in thought before she teasingly stated, "Looks like I get shotgun buddy." Ruffling Ryan's soft, silky hair she lead him to the four by four and made sure that he buckled himself in correctly before claiming her front seat. Buckling her own seatbelt, Alix rolled down her window as Sumnor put the car in gear and headed for town. Closing her eyes Alix took a deep breath and savored the feel of the humid summer breeze on her cheeks. Glancing back at Ryan, cooped up in the back seat, Alix rolled his window down for him. The smells and sights were all new to Alix, and she enjoyed the scenery as it flew past.

Looking at Sumnor's profile, since he thankfully had his eyes on the road, Alix studied him. He was handsome in a rough way. Not like todays gentle sloping features that most male models had, but like a warrior of old time, which is exactly what he was. Dark haired, fiery eyed, and tall, Sumnor must of had women flocking to him. Glazing back out the window, Alix tried to imagine living in this lovely place. It was so peaceful and relaxing. So peaceful and relaxing that I can't even imagine Sumnor living here. She mused, he seems too spontaneous and the way he fought those demons makes me wonder just how much he enjoys the fight. "It really is beautiful here," she whispered.

Pulling up to a quaint market shop, Alix let herself out of the vehicle and also let Ryan out. Taking his hand in hers, Alix gentle gripped his delicate fingers to comfort herself that Ryan would not be taken from her. No demon or human would live through her wrath if they even looked at the little boy wrong, Alix didn't understand this feeling of protectiveness but she also didn't question it. Walking into the store wearing Sumnor's baggy cloths was nearly comical. Quickly finding a toy rack she watched Ryan file through them to pick out a favorite or two. Then, with Ryan entow, Alix found a clothing spot and picked out a pair of pants her size, a new shirt, a bundle of socks, and new undergarmets. Her items gathered, Alix turned to see if Sumnor had what he needed. "You have everything? Food? I'm sure Ryan's starving."

OoC: If it's rushed I'm sorry, but I am too. ::growls at her parents:: x3

OoC: What time of day is it? BiC

"You kind of get a pattern in life after so many years, even in a life so disturbed as mine." With a quick glance at Sumnor showed nothing much, but his words made her curious. After going through the check-out line and putting it all away in the back of the vehicle, Alix claimed shotgun again.

Curling her legs underneath herself, Alix rested an elbow on the windowsill and enjoyed the warm breeze coming into the vehicle and the scenic view. Wisps of blonde hair slipped from her braid to tickle her nose and cheeks while dancing in the wind. Staring out into the open country with a sense of tranquility that had been unknown to her before, Alix sighed. It was wonderful out here. Gently sloping hills and lush valleys were around every turn in beautiful hues of natural greens, browns, and grays. The sky was a soft blue that was only broken by white fluffy clouds. She could taste the moisture in the air that was a promise of rain to come, maybe later that night. Beside the hum of tires of the road, Alix heard the songs of birds and the rhythm of the sea crashing into the sh.ore. Twisting back around to look at Sumnor, Alix asked, "Do you ever get used to this? It's so wonderful." With a wide gesture to the surroundings, she gazed out again with longing.

For some reason this place made the wolf in her crave a pack; to create a family and claim land to call her own, to call home. Home, she tested the word in her mind and liked how it felt. Have I ever had a home? Her eyes were like vibrant blue opals, filled with various shades of blue; like teal, navy, cerulean, azure and more. They were like living water, untamable and full of enthusiasm. Alix had the will and determination to obtain anything she set her mind to, and if this craving didn't leave her she would have it. I will make a home for myself, no for my family. A shine appeared in her eyes as the mental promise was set.

Noting that she had not a clue as to where they were heading, Alix fidgeted in her seat. "So, where are we heading?"

Sumnor chuckled as Alix so quickly claimed the p*censored*enger side, his arm resting on the open window, sleeves tugged up, a frown creasing his brow as he realised the sun hadn't burnt him at all, at least a slight singe was regular in such a glare. "Dryac, I'm not burning..." "Isn't that a good thing?" "My arm's in direct sunlight, has been for a long time now, Alix won't burn yet, too new to vampire life, plus the lycan in her will most likely protect her, but me..." "That is odd."

Sumnor flexed his fingers, examining his entire arm, shrugging, "Unless t's because of the dark magic and that whole demon trip..." "That's a possibility, let's just hope it's permenant, aye?" "Aye, let's hope so, I know that would make life a whole lot easier, no more skulking around in shadows." "Will be easier for family life, definately."

Sumnor went quiet again, contemplating what had been said,  "Do you ever get used to this? It's so wonderful." Sumnor waved rather dismissively at the beautiful landscape surrounding his 4X4,  "I've been living here off and on since birth, it does not have the same effect on me and others that were birthed here than it does on others.... so I'm not surewhether you get used to it, to be honest." He smirked slightly, scratching the back of his head.

Hearing Alix ask where they were headed, he went into the glovebox and pulled out a small packet map, unfolding it and pointing to an old mansion, one that should have been uninhabited, but one that had never been on the market, "A... friend, lives there, I got a letter a day ago, of course I was not here to read it, there are hunters on their way up to town, that's the safest place I know to hide out in this country."

ooc; Hey remember me?

Yes, just here to give you some important info. Click on Siri's profile please. She alerted another used about this through deviant art, and they told me. :/