Pants needed handing? What a coincidence, Twyla was all over that as she stood in the clearing keeping her eyes in the safe not-nakedness of the trees. Apparently her position for handing off the pants like a baton in a marathon was improper. "Sorry!" A blush spreading across her face, the girl took a few steps ahead as she was instructed. In the end the pants got handed with no unwanted viewing or being peeked at by either party repectively. All in all it was a smooth transaction in Twyla's opinion. Gryphons, she decided were much better than toads when it came to creatures from stories--there was no accidental ogling on her part and she didn't have to wear a PRINCESS tank top.

The girl's eyes remained safely poised towards the heavens as Carrick asked her if she enjoyed herself. At first she nodded vigorously and then blushed again as she realized he probably couldn't see her and it was redundant to nod. "Yeah, Carrick, that was...I've never done anything like that before." Her hands were even returning to a normal temperature and everything. "That was so cool and amazing and I wish I could find better words to describe flying right now...I was a lot better than class, I can say that." On instinct the girl smiled, even if the smile ended up being directed at a random tree across from her.

A moment later there was some rustling behind her and Twyla distractedly looked to see the boy. Ppanic bubbled inside her and then she noted that thankfully he now was wearing pants. She could deal with a naked chest, nothing overly dramatic there. The threat of a faint subsided. "Do you want me to get it for--What's that?" Once the scratching hand was removed Twyla noticed the ink (or what looked like ink) of a tattoo on the boy's skin. Was it a four leaf clover? She couldn't tell and she really didn't want to peer at his chest to find out.

That could be decidedly awkward and on a level that the girl had hoped she'd avoided once his pants were safely back on.

Carrick smirked when she failed to come up with words to describe it, ”So you’ll be willing to come up again then right?” Carrick asked his tail swaying behind expectantly. She had fun so why wouldn’t she do it again soon? He didn’t expect her to skip school with him all the time but if she was willing Carrick was willing to go up when she wanted.

Her next question surprised him as she looked away from his chest, ”This?” Carrick asked curiously as he pointed at the chest, ”Family crest,” Carrick added as he pointed to it, ”It’s a shamrock with the Celtic cross over it… Irish thing” Carrick shrugged hoping that made sense, ”It also means I’m my father’s son, meaning those who mess with me has to deal with the wrath of one of the strongest telekinetic in all of Ireland!” a twinkle in his eye gleamed when talked about his father.

”I used to get into some trouble… a lot of trouble really, I got this and I stopped getting picked on.” Carrick said with another shrug, ”When I turn eighteen Da, said I could get another one, already have an epic picture of my better half, it’s gonna wrap around my back!” he said with a sly grin as he pointed out the start and finish of where the tattoo was.

”You have one?” Carrick asked curiously as he motioned back towards the grounds where his shirt was, already stepping into some bushes and pushing them aside so he could reach his shirt.

"Yeah, for sure. Just maybe, not during class." The girl smiled at the prospect of flying with Carrick again. She'd have to bring gloves and a heavier jacket and goggles if she ever got the chance to go up in the sky like that again though, the better to experience it with.

A nod when he pointed at his chest. He had to be her age, maybe younger, why did he have a tattoo already? Her questions were soon answered when Carrick explained that the shamrock and Celtic cross were sort of a family thing. For a second the girl pondered whether or not she had a family crest and then she decided that if she did it didn't matter since no one she knew used it for anything. "Oh, I see." Twyla replied, a little surprised about the information about Carrick's father. It was obvious that he was proud of him by just looking at the boy.

"Whatever works, right? That's pretty cool." Twyla was smiling again after she spoke. With interest she watched the boy walking with her explain what his next tattoo would be. Did it hurt to get a tattoo? Would it hurt a lot to get one all around your torso. Tattoos must have been worth it for some people, the girl decided.

Hands came up to touch her ears and the earring holes there when she was asked if she had any tattoos. "No, my mom would blow a gasket I think if I came home with one." They walked closer to the school and Twyla mused for a moment. "I guess I wouldn't really have anything to get anyway...I'm eighteen, so if I wanted to I could get one...if I did, I'd want it to be special, so..." A shrug as the girl trailed off and kicked at a stone in the grass with her left foot, sending it bouncing ahead of her. She had nothing special to document at this point and she didn't want to be one of those girls that covered their bodies in stars or butterflies or something--that was decidedly not Twyla Ashby's bag.

”Understood,” Carrick said as he turned his head to Twyla as she explained that she wouldn’t skip class to go flying, he didn’t really understand her logic but he had to remember not everyone enjoyed the skies as much as he did and worse yet some even enjoyed school. Carrick mentally shuddered as he brushed his arm on a prickle bush causing a prickle to scrape his arm. He brushed it quickly and kept going till he was out in the open where his shit was.

”Who said she needs to know about the tattoo?” Carrick asked curiously as he pulled up his shit and placed his wings through the opening then buttoning them around the base of each extra limb so they not only kept him warm but granted him flexibility. He realized how he had sounded and smirked slightly, he was really sounding like a bad kid… he shrugged slightly and looked back to Twyla as his wings opened and closed to make sure the shirt was on.

”You can’t think of anything?” he asked slightly surprised, ”You don’t have anything in your life that you want to be reminded of everyday? Family, friends, hobbies?” his nose scrunched as he smiled and looked to the sky, ”It was really nice meeting you Twyla, and thanks for talking with me.” his wings opened and he looked from the sky to Twyla, ”If you ever want to go flying again, my room is at the end of the of the hall on the second floor by the stairs!” he jumped into the air and flapped once pulling a pair of goggles from his pocket and placed them on his face, ”See you around!” and with that he took off into the air for a little solo flying.

"I'm a bad liar's what says. She'd find out eventually and...it wouldn't be pretty." Twyla's father might understand or at least try to understand one of his children getting a tattoo and even if he got upset it would be a quieter, more controlled anger that was in huge contrast to her mother's tantrums. It would be decidedly not pretty. The blond almost shuddered at the thought of her tiny mother expanding with one of her rages. Although, I suppose if I tell her about Maya a tattoo would be the least of her worries...

The girl shrugged. "In my experience those things aren't always permanent." Uh-oh, Debbie Downer alert. She'd have to think on it--maybe tattoos had to be gotten after you figured yourself out (unless they were of family crests of course). There had to be something.

"It was nice meeting you too--thanks for today, it was totally awesome." She smiled back at the boy when he smiled. "Will do, I'm number two in the girl's hall, if you ever need anything." He pulled out a pair of goggles and covered his eyes with them. "See ya!" Twyla called after him as he jumped and started to sly away from her. Brown eyes watched him for a moment, a look of awe on the face that owned them, and then the girl turned and walked back to the Mansion.

"Much better than class." She muttered to herself as she trudged up the stairs and back to the rest of her scholarly day. "So much better..." A glance out of a window in the foyer gave a view of nothing but clear blue sky. Some muties had all the luck.