W.R.  pulls out a stool next to Aquila, "Hello. Could I....thank you. I think."  W.R. sits down with a pen and paper, "Hold on. No one can hear our conversation." W.R. writes, 'Aquila, can now talk during our interview,' in her notepad, "There we go."

Aquila, "Testing. Jump up, kick around and spin."

W.R.  "Perfect. You sound just like Scarlet Johnson."

Aquila, "Who's that?"

W.R.  "A famous actress from my earth. Now, for those questions."

Aquila, "Will you still erase my mind after this?"

W.R. starts sweating, "Mabey. Let's just start before I have to flash all the Ninja. Oh geez, that sounds wrong."

Aquila, "The questions."

W.R.  "Oh yeah. First one, on a scale of 1 to 10, 1 being the lowest and 10 being the best, how would you rate Willow's sisters and why?"

Aquila, "Kit is a 9. She's sweet, kind and very understanding of Willow. The only flaw I can see is that she's a little naive, however, she is still a child."

W.R.  "Ok. And now for Katara."

Aquila grumbles under her breath, "Oh the fire star. I'll be nice and give her 5."

W.R.  "A 5. That's not too bad. Why?"

Aquila, "I understand why Willow keeps her around, I know that she herself doesn't want to be that person anymore. But I still have, let's just say protective tendencies of Willow. And while Katara may not pose a large threat anymore, I'm still weary around her."

W.R.  "I have a feeling that won't last for long," W.R's evil author side starts spitting out ideas.

Aquila, "Stop that. I don't want spoilers."

W.R.  "Sorry. A habit of mine. Anyway, on to Willow. If there's one thing that you could make her do and she'd do it no problem, what would it be?"

Aquila, "I tell this to her every time I can, she needs to open up. No one is an island. Both humans and Fays are social creatures, she needs to understand that and at least try opening up."

W.R.  "I actually have to agree. And believe me, I'm doing my best but it's like my typing fingers have different ideas."

Aquila, "As long as no horrible tragic thing happens I'm good."

W.R. fake coughs, "No. Promises."

Aquila with a dragon eye roll, "Next question."

W.R.  "The spirit coves, both you and Ultra Dragon went there. How was it? Can we get any dragon insight to it?"

Aquila, "The Sprite coves are like a secret club that people know about."  Aquila read W.R.'s mind, "It's like the movie fight club, you don't talk about fight club unless you're in fight club."

W.R. scratches head, "Hm, I've only seen Everything Wrong with Fight Club. I should look into it."

Aquila, "Yes."

W.R.  "Speaking of Ultra Dragon, anything special with that?"  Wiggles eyebrows.

Aquila, "Oh no. I'm technically only 10. The last thing I need is a love interest. My plate is full enough with just Willow and hunting."

W.R. with hands up, "Ok. Message received. Last question, before I tackle the mound of school work that awaits me. Are you liking the red highlights on your scales? They look awesome."

Aquila spreads wings, "Why thank you. Yes, I do. They mark my coming adulthood and show where I've come from."

W.R. "So why does Ultra dragon have 4 heads then?"

Aquila, "I have no idea. I've tried asking him but his minds are more troublesome than the Ninja."

W.R.  "I had no idea one could argue with themselves so much. Anyway, this is great stuff. Thank you."

Aquila bows head, "You're welcome my dear. Just keep writing and keep Willow on a good path for me please."

W.R.  "Dose breaking her and making a few other tragedies work for ya?" 

Aquila doesn't look amused.

W.R. puts on sunglasses, gets on her tiptoes and holds up the flash device from Men in Black, "You know what, forget I said anything."

FLASH!

Aquila blinks a few times as W.R. writes herself away to a large filled with red mountains behind her.

W.R. puts away her notepad and pen as she waves at the camra, "Hey guys. So there's Aquila's interview. One thing I forgot to mention last time was that you can send me questions to ask the next person, just be sure to list witch question goes to witch character. Eather put it up on my conversation board or shoot me a message. Now," Long, heavy and board sigh, "Time for school. See ya!"