Name: Mikayla "Kayla" Watson

Age: 22

Gender: Female

Totally did not steal your idea

Height: 5' 4"

Love launguage: Phisical touch

Powers: Animal speak (Takes practice) Currently has mastered Canine, small feline, and song bird

Down side: Mikala is deaf. She wears a hearing aid, but only on one ear. She has both, but she doesn't like it for some reason. She knows sign language fluently. Trying to use her ability without being able to hear is like trying to read a newspaper that a dog ripped up. She can get bits and pieces from behavior, but nothing useful.

Personality: How dare you think you get to know that

Likes: Long hot showers, warm meals, soup, red meat cooked rare, waffles

Dislikes: Veggies, sleep, her nightmares, spelling, her hearing aid dieing

Fears: Not shared with not so close friends

Allergies: Laytex, Mangos, Avocados (All conected sientifically for some reason)

Backstory: To be reveled, but expect Trauma with a capital T.

Other: Kayla typically runs low on iron. She carries an EpiPen in her bag at all times, as well as band aids and snacks. And a charger for her hearing aid.

I stalk through the crowd, hearing aid blaring. Subconsciously, I reach up to turn the world down. Where is he? He said we were going to meet up. And now he is late. I scan the crowds, looking for the characteristic mod of blond hair. I shove my small backpack further up on my shoulder as I keep moving.

Kinzeu toyed with the drawstrings of his black hoodie, standing up from the fence he was leaning on. He grinned when he saw a short, black-haired girl pushing her way through the crowd.

He waved, slowly walking towards her. She had on the face she always had, narrowed eyes and sort of frown-scowl.

Seeing the tall guy making his way over and I turn towards him. My progress is halted by a mom with an Entourage of mini humans gets in my way. Nothing that a little bit of patience can't fix. Okay, maybe a lot of patience. I look at him helplessly. I dodge around a little more and make it past the obstacle.

He laughed, shoving his hands into his pockets and tilting his head.

"Hi." He waved his hand, gesturing her to follow him. "Mind if we go to a little less crowded area? I'm geting a little claustrophobic."

He scrunched his shoulders when a group of drunk guys pushed past him. You're alright. Don't start a tornado now and swipe everyone away.

I nod, speeding up. I make sure that Yenz is between me and the drunk guys. But once they're gone, I make sure that the ear with hearing aid is facing him. Not because I don't completely trust him. Because I want to hear what he says. Definitely wasn't the first reason. "Yeah, let's get out of here."

He veered away from the crowd, which was gathering together to watch a live band that had arrived. He led her up a short hill where you could see both the crowd, band, and the large lake that was sprawling beyond the festival.

"I was hanging around here earlier to get away from everyone." He mumbled, turning to look at the valley. The sun was going down, and Kinzeu could already tell that it was going to be a perfect sunset.

I jog to keep up. {Stupid long legs} I sign. {Slow down will you?} But I will not let him know I think that. I shouldn't complain. I am breathing hard when I get to the top. But I hide it. I can't show any weakness. I can't. My parents will... I leave that thought hanging.