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When Kit and Jaque had first met, they had been seven years old. They had been passing on the streets, Kit holding her mum's hand, and Jaque skipping along side his older brother. In Kit's hand had been an ice cream cone, in Jaque's, a balloon he had won from the carnival.

Kit had bumped into Jaque, on accident, and the boy had lost his grip on the red balloon. It had begun to drift up to the sky, and Kit had jumped up to grab it for the perfect stranger. Her ice cream fell to the ground with a plop.

The two children had both started crying, and the parents both looked at each other, embarassed, before consoling their children and heading off in their own directions.

It was a simple incident, and neither really remembered it after.

Until the first day at Firewick Academy.

Jaque walked into the hall and looked around in awe and excitement. The ceilings were domed, like the Iscian temples north of Izreala.
There were about twenty long tables, each about two feet off the ground, with cusions placed every foot or so. Already, students were seated on the cusions, eating strange Western cuisine that Jaque vaguely recognized as Guarddian.

A strict looking Master instructed him and a group of others to take a seat, and he had done so. Eagerly, he had helped himself to a pile of the Guarddian food, and it was not until his plate was already full that he looked up and saw her.

The incident with the balloon and the ice cream had been insignificant, fleeting, and over five years ago, but Jaque remebered her. There eyes met, and he could see that she remembered him too.

Suddenly, they both started laughing. Other students looked at them strangely, but neither noticed. Still giggling, Kit held out her hand. "Kitten Banks," she introduced.

Jaque shook it. "Jaque Mason," he replied. "Is your name really Kitten?"

The girl frowned, sticking out her lower lip, and brushed a black curl from her brown eyes. "Yeah. Silly, isn't it? My parents had a strange sense of taste."

Jaque grinned at her, and felt his heart stir. It had started with a balloon. Fate had brought them togeather again. And Jaque, on his first day at the Academy, a mere thirteen years old, had a sneaking suspicion that he had just fallen in love.

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When Kit and Jaque had first met, they had been seven years old. They had been passing on the streets, Kit holding her mum's hand, and Jaque skipping along side his older brother. In Kit's hand had been an ice cream cone, in Jaque's, a balloon he had won from the carnival.

Kit had bumped into Jaque, on accident, and the boy had lost his grip on the red balloon. It had begun to drift up to the sky, and Kit had jumped up to grab it for the perfect stranger. Her ice cream fell to the ground with a plop.

The two children had both started crying, and the parents both looked at each other, embarassed, before consoling their children and heading off in their own directions.

It was a simple incident, and neither really remembered it after.

Until the first day at Firewick Academy.

Jaque walked into the hall and looked around in awe and excitement. The ceilings were domed, like the Iscian temples north of Izreala.
There were about twenty long tables, each about two feet off the ground, with cusions placed every foot or so. Already, students were seated on the cusions, eating strange Western cuisine that Jaque vaguely recognized as Guarddian.

A strict looking Master instructed him and a group of others to take a seat, and he had done so. Eagerly, he had helped himself to a pile of the Guarddian food, and it was not until his plate was already full that he looked up and saw her.

The incident with the balloon and the ice cream had been insignificant, fleeting, and over five years ago, but Jaque remebered her. There eyes met, and he could see that she remembered him too.

Suddenly, they both started laughing. Other students looked at them strangely, but neither noticed. Still giggling, Kit held out her hand. "Kitten Banks," she introduced.

Jaque shook it. "Jaque Mason," he replied. "Is your name really Kitten?"

The girl frowned, sticking out her lower lip, and brushed a black curl from her brown eyes. "Yeah. Silly, isn't it? My parents had a strange sense of taste."

Jaque grinned at her, and felt his heart stir. It had started with a balloon. Fate had brought them togeather again. And Jaque, on his first day at the Academy, a mere thirteen years old, had a sneaking suspicion that he had just fallen in love.