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"Oh my gosh, we're gonna be LATE!"
That was what Angela said to stir everyone into becoming ready to leave. She had just finished her little project, and looked around for Welf. When she didn't see him, she stood up, and felt some warm light hitting her arm. When she looked out of the window, the sun told her that the boat was about to leave soon. So, after a bit of a crash landing when tripping over her bed to get her things and leave, she exited the room holding her rod and star cloth. She ran to the other rooms to check on everyone else, which is when she screamed. Cuattle and Dante were still sleeping, and Maria and Dante were fighting about what seemed to be an argument about whether they'll live or not. While Maria pointed out bluntly that Dante was technically already dead, Angela ran and grabbed both Cuattle and Dante, and tossed them into the fray. After waking up and realizing that Drake was now either biting or hitting them, everyone began trying to either get out of it, or run away. Angela took the liberty of the moment to yell "LAAAAAAAAAAAAATE!" at the top of her lungs, and then she ran down the steps away from the yells and loud bangs and thuds. She did not stop, not even for the Inn keeper when he inquired about what all the 'hulla-ba-loo' was about.

As Angela made her way outside, she realized the full feel of the sun. It's shimmering brightness and reflection through the trees were simply wonderous, and felt as if spring was truly arriving. She only had a few moments to understand and feel that small piece of serenity, because if she did not hurry, the boat may be filled with passengers, and she might not be able to get a little area to herself. Normally, she would not mind, but there was something she wanted... no, needed to do. Yet, she stopped in her way. Someone had called out to her; or so she thought. She turned around to see who could possibly be calling out to her, when she saw that old merchant appear. He stopped directly in front of her, and was dressed in what seemed to be a cotton monks garb. He took a particularly long time to stare down at the rocky ground, and Angela grew so impatient that she asked the ever fateful question.
"What do you want?"
The merchant looked up and drew in his breath. He then exhaled "Where did you get that cloth?"
She stared at him. "Did I not get it from you, sir?"
He shook his head. "I meant your clothes. Where did those clothes come from?" he said with eagerness. However, Angela looked at him with a look of stern coldness. She spoke up with an air of authority and elegance that the merchant was not used to.
"That question is not something that I will give an answer to. It is a question that should never have been asked in the first place, and it is highly personal. I would expect better from someone who tries to keep their customers so close to them. Who do you think you are? ....Nevermind that. Please refrain from asking such questions ever again. I am sure I am not the only one who would be made upset by that. Good day."

And she left the merchant, who stared after her, and felt still the more lonelier than she had ever felt. Luckily, the warm, sparkling sunlight was there to cheer her, and as she ran past more people, she stopped occasionally to pick up a few interesting plants. Many of them resided underneath what seemed to be Oak Trees, and as she picked them up, she sewed their seeds into the ground carefully, and ran off again. Happy as she was, she became terribly serious as she came up to the harbor and nearer to the boat. When she entered the boat, however, she looked not for a place to settle for a moment, but for a familiar face. When she did not find that face, she asked a few crew members where she could find a red and fuzzy man. The results of that one question was astronomical. They each said the same thing, and pointed her in the same direction towards a cabin. When she got there, she heard nothing from inside and knew then that it was Welf for sure. So she entered slowly, and quietly, and Welf never knew she was coming. She moved slowly and quietly through the cabin and towards Welf, until she slapped the back of his head when she appeared behind him. The poor half-demon rubbed his aching head in agony, as he turned to face Angela.
"What was that for?!"
Angela: "You ditched us!"
Welf snorted: "I did not! It's not my fault if everone's so slow!"
Angela: "But then, you didn't say goodbye either!"
"What's your point?"
"It's not nice!"
"If I cared about what was nice, I would have said 'Goodbye'"
"If you didn't care, you would not have given me that rose."
Welf stopped, and blushed furiously; So furiously, in fact, that it began to show through the crimson color of his fur.
"Th-that's..different..."
"How so?" Said Angela almost immediately afterwards.
"..I..."
Angela rolled her eyes. "Whatever. I'm going to go look for a place to stay. Goodbye."
Welf: "A-Angela, wait!"
Angela: "GoodBye, Welf."

So she closed the door behind her on the way out. This was turning out to be a very interesting morning. She didn't understand why she had that emotional outburst, though. It was something that had not happened to her before, so it was hard to understand. She just shook the though from her mind, however, when she went to a crew member to ask if there was a place where she could be alone. He quickly pointed her out to a private room, and gave her a key to it while stating how he probably would not be using it anyway. She thankfully took the key, and went into the room. Yet, as she entered the well furnished room, with the soft carpeting, fluffy bedding, and lovely paintings, she couldn't help feeling like there was something a little wierd about it. She took a moment to think on this, while fixing the flower arrangement around to make it look more natural. When she was finished, she sat near the Redwood desk, took out her book, and began to read it very carefully. She also had her hand on a writing quill that was on the desk, and she had it readily dipped in ink. Yet, she didn't know whether or not she should...

[ooc] Welf made Angela maa ad. Haha.. but why?! Not even HE knows. And what's with the stupid book? And the Quill! And the ink..? Why do it?!?! ...Oh, and because you left Angela all alone, karma, you don't get what she made until later. I'll decide when to give it. But let's wait for everyone else to get on, ok? ^-^ [/ooc]