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Amaedeus has a minion!

Regulus the Tuxxy

Amaedeus
Legacy Name: Amaedeus

The

Galactic Montre
Owner:

Pichuzilla

Age: 12 years, 9 months, 2 weeks

Born: July 29th, 2011

Adopted: 12 years, 9 months, 2 weeks ago

Adopted: July 29th, 2011

Statistics

Level: 19
Strength: 15
Defense: 14
Speed: 14
Health: 15
HP: 15/15
Intelligence: 45
Books Read: 44
Food Eaten: 10
Job: Unemployed

Amaedeus. The only word that could describe the Montre perfectly would be clueless. Sure, he was part of the high soceity - he'd been born into old money. He had been schooled in every subject that a nobleman's son was required to have knowledge of. A world-class musician, he was a renowned soloist. Everyone loved him; loved his music. From the soft, mellow sounds of the piano to the melancholy wail of the violin - he had mastered them all.

Still, there was something missing.

But what?

There I was again tonight, forcing laughter; faking smiles...

"Looks like you're very wanted as usual, Am. All those ladies are whispering and giggling while looking at you. You're a stud! I wonder if they know you have an obsession for pengiuns?"

Amaedeus' eyes, previously trained onto the floor, looked up to give his friend a glare. "They only like my music. They don't like me," he growled, "And there's nothing wrong in liking penguins. Have you seen Regulus? He's a smart penguin."

The Arid Lain rolled his eyes, batting away the Montre's defense on his pet's species. "What makes you think it's the music?" Obsidianfeather scoffed, "I don't like your music very much."

Amaedeus raised his eyebrows in surprise. He'd never had anyone tell him that before; he especially hadn't expected it to come from his best friend of twelve years, either. He didn't ask why, but Obsidianfeather expounded anyway.

"Every time I listen to you play, I don't feel anything. When I hear real music, I feel what the musician is trying to convey; love, anger, sorrow..." the Lain started making dramatic gestures as he launched into a long-winded explanation of why he didn't favour Amaedeus' music.

Amaedeus attempted to pretend that he didn't know Obsidianfeather by slowly moving away from the corner they were standing in. Wrong move. All of a sudden, it seemed like the female population in the ballroom had increased by a few times once he broke away from his friend. Amaedeus started to panic inwardly, when a pair of lavishly attired Keeto seemed to be approaching him. He began backing away.

"Ouch!"

Amaedeus flinched at the sound, and winced as he heard the sound of porcelain crashing onto the marble floor. He turned around, ready with a sheepish apology.

Walls of insincerity, shifting eyes in vacancy, vanished when I saw your face...

"Well, aren't you going to apologize?" the Glade Torrey huffed indignantly as she pointed at the broken bits of china lying in a pool of amber liquid, "You just wasted a perfectly good cup of tea!"

All I can say is it was enchanting to meet you...

She wasn't the most beautiful girl he had ever met, Amaedeus would admit, but she was certainly the first girl to have made such a powerful impression on him. Most girls would've simply said that it was an accident, and that there was nothing to worry about, but it wasn't the case with this one. She looked absolutely livid... and Amaedeus - strangely - liked it.

The playful conversation starts; counter all your quick remarks like passing notes in secrecy...

Amaedeus bowed low. "I apologize, Miss...?"

The Torrey blinked at the apologetic words of the musician. "Naerys," she muttered, bending down to pick up the broken bits of ceramic.

Amaedeus quickly knelt down and pushed her hands away. "Please don't. It was my fault. I'll clear up the mess myself,"

Naerys rolled her eyes. "Please don't force yourself. I know you're part of the upper echelons that have never done a speck of housework in their entire lives. I can do it myself."

"Aren't you part of the 'upper echelons' as well, Miss Naerys?" Amaedeus raised a cynical eyebrow at her statement, "It would seem to me as if you're pot calling the kettle black."

"That's Naerys to you, Sir Amaedeus," she shot back, "And no, I'm not. I'm just a plus-one of a friend, who was invited here by a friend, but my friend is missing. In fact, I haven't seen him all evening and I was actually going to look for him..."

"A friend? Who is a man?"

"Obviously. What else could 'he' stand for? A girl?"

Amaedeus was reluctant to answer that question, but he hid the small smile on his face as they continued picking up the broken bits of china together. If Obsidianfeather thought that his music was missing something... well, he didn't need to worry about that anymore.

This night is sparkling; don't you let it go,I'm wonderstruck; blushing all the way home,I'll spend forever, wondering if you knew,I was enchanted to meet you...