Iesland was walking through Central Park, one of his favorite places in all of New York. He loved Central Park for three main reasons. One: The colorful wildlife reminded him of his true home, in India. Two: The size of the park meant that he could walk through it for hours and not see a single soul who would gape and point. And Three: The park was silent and peacefull compared with the bustling noise of the city. Even in his private room, surrounded by walls of stone, the sound of the cars rumbling bored into his ears at all times of the day. Here, trees and grass did what stone walls could not.

Pix was seated cross legged on a bench. Her coat was pulled close around her with her collar up around her face. A thick scarf pulled around, under her chin, and her wings quivered under the back of her coat. She hated the winter. There was never as much activity in cold weather, and it made her tired and grumpy. A type of tired and grumpy that not even the caffeine in her triple mint mocha with all the sprinkles, sugar, and whipped cream could warm out of her system.

A jogger jogged by and pix raised her finger as if she was a kid playing cops and robbers. Her index finger extended like she was pretending it was a gun. “Bang…” She mumbled under her breath with almost no life in her voice. A bee wiggled it’s way out of her finger, and shot through the icy air, to sting the jogger right in the back of the neck. He slapped his hand down on the spot and panicked, tripping over his expensive jogging shoes, and landed on his face. Ok that had done more for Pix than the coffee. She let out a light giggle as the obvious human scrambled for cover yelling something about being shot.

Iesland was enjoying the peace and solemnity of Central Park, admiring it's natural beauty and all it had to offer, when a shout called his attention to the path. He walked calmly to the closest spot on the small jogging trail that ran through this part of Central Park, and watched as a man ran into the woods, screaming something Iesland didn't really understand. Something about being shot. If he actually was shot, the shooter would have to be nearby, and the only person in the vicinity was a woman, laughing so hard it looked like she would fall off of the bench. Maybe she knows what happened. Iesland thought.

He walked towards her, crossing over the path and coming to sit on the bench next to her. He reached into his back pocket, and withdrew a notepad and pen. Writing on it for a few seconds, he then showed it to the woman. It read "Hello. What happened here? I was walking in the wooded area and I heard a man shout, when I got here he was running and shouting about being shot. Did you see anything?" The woman might be put off by his extra pair of arms, but Iesland's curiosity wouldn't let him consider that fact.

That giggle turned to out right laughter as pix watched the human fall on his face, scramble to his feet and fall again and again in his desperate trying to get out of the area. Now that was entertainment. She tried to sip her coffee, but her smile broke out again, and she had to let the hot coffee rest back in her lap till he laughter was under control.

Curiously she seemed to attract attention, as an obvious mutant, with two extra cool arms sat down next to her. “Hey.” Her dragonfly wings vibrated under her coat. Who invited him to sit next to her anyways? The entertainment wasn’t made for him. Still she sat there, because he was a mutant after all. One eye brow raised when he took out the pad and started writing down his question. “A mute?”

Her eye skimmed over his writing as she once again tried to take a sip of her triple mint mocha. “Why he wasn’t shot.” Petunia leaned back on the bench. The snow was cold but the coffee was warming her hands, and the recent actions was warming her sense of humor. “That idiot human was just stung by a bee, in winter.” There was another jogger coming down the path, and Pix made her hand in the shape of a gun, like little kids do when they are playing. “You want to see it again?”

"Hey. A mute?"

Iesland didn't really hear the woman while he was writing, but he did notice that she realized he couldn't talk. It was rather obvious, after all.

“Why he wasn’t shot. That idiot human was just stung by a bee, in winter. You want to see it again?”

Iesland noticed the derisive sneer in the woman's voice when she said 'idiot human', and it put him on his guard. There were many reports on the news about mutants who felt that humans were obselete, and used violence to get what they wanted. He wasn't going to make a judgement call quite yet, but she definately wasn't making a good impression. Her last statement, however, left Iesland in confusion. See it again? What did she mean? His confusion clearly showed on his face.

There was a twinkle in Petunia’s eye as the second jogger ran jogged by. Clearly in his zone of Jogging, and Petunia watched hi carefully with her index finger pointed straight at him. He passed the two of them, and again, she said “Bang” and another Bee flew from her finger tip, to the back of the jogger’s head and again, the man fell forward yelling something about being shot. Again, Pix giggled.