His hair was gelled and combed through, a Merrit && Blue baseball cap thrown onto it. His shirt was a blue tee, exclaiming "MERRiT" down the side of it in large, white letters. He had carpenter shorts on it with the Blue Dragon that was the componies copyright. In all, Merrit && Blue was all Will wore today. Which was strange. Usually he mixed it up. His mother had told him to go visit the guy who was now living with them for the moment, renting their beach house. Now, you see, Will wasn't too keen on the idea, but seeing as how he was already on a bad role with his parents and was slightly scared of his mother at the moment, he'd decided to just go with it. Couldn't be that bad, right?

Will was, after all, one of the most popular kids in school. Jocks, Cheerleaders, and Loners alike all wanted to be seen with him, laughing and talking and just having a good time in general. He still had a bit of social anxiety, though he never let it show. Will certainly didn't want to be sent back to that psychiatrist his parents forced him into seeing for more than just his Drug and Alchohal problems. Oh, and there was that little thing about him feeling betrayed by his family, or something along those lines. Honestly, Will never paid much attention to the crazy old fool. He could outsmart the man without even trying, and sometimes he wondered if the consouler had lost it already. It'd be too bad, if he had, he wasn't that bad of a man. The only porblem was that he was a psychiatrist. And that was unforgivable.

Will swung back his leg and let it swing outwards, sending a large white rock flying. It'd been the same color as his tennis shoes. He gave a small frown, shoving his hands in his pockets. The ocean was peaceful this time of day, and his parents owned a large stretch. He could just walk up and down the beach and be gone for an hour or two. Nobody would miss him, and he could postpone the little meeting for another day, perhaps. Then he thought about his mother again and grimiced. No, today was the day. Gathering his courage, Will changed direction and stride, trotting up the the genoursly sized house on the water and walked up the front steps, knocking on the door loud enough for the man to hear him. Ugh, what was his name again? Will pondered, Ah! Yes, now I remember. Amaranth.

Will turned when he heard the motorcycle, eyes squinting to see the far out distance. He lifted a hand in greeting when the Motorcycle was close enough, turning and watching the boy turn it off and dismount. Will's eyes flitted up and down the boy's body, taking in what he was wearing and what, in general, he looked like. Sizing him up, you could say. Another Dragon Rider was all Will needed, but he supposed it wouldn't be all that bad. He was friends with a ton of them, and those were his age weren't all that bad...unless they got along with Selena. Then it turned to a problem. His sister told them all the dirt on him, made him look horrible, and in turn they tried to pity him and treat him like dirt. Yeah. Good luck with that one. Will was not one to accept pity in any shape or form, his mother claiming that was the Murtagh in him. Murtagh was his father, or at least that is what they said. He never seemed to pay attention to or spend anytime with Will anymore, or have the slightest bit of interest. At times the boy thought that they must have been mistaken, that he was really just adopted and he hadn't exited out of his mother's womb. Will allowed a sigh to exit his body at such depressing thoughts. It was all that was left in him anymore, though. Well, that and his constant desire to part until he dropped. A smirk slithered across his lips at that thought.

His head c.ocked to the head slightly at the words spoken by the boy. Late? Will hadn't even noticed. All he knew was that some dude named Amaranth was supposed to show up today and Will was supposed to get him settled in and welcome him to the neighborhood. The boy really didn't understand why he was here. Classes didn't start for another couple of weeks, and even when the did, the family would most likely move to the Vrailing Circle manor. Will then remembered that Amaranth was a late bloomer and had only recently hatched an egg. Amaranth was most likely going to catch up on training with Elin, so that he wouldn't have to be held back too much and could join his own grade the next year. "Hey. 'Sup?" Simple words spoken as if the boy before him were an old friend, a smile plastered on his lips, playful yet cautious. Will wasn't sure if the boy would take to his outgoing nature, and so wasn't going to do anything to endager the "Friendship" between them. His mother had warned him that this was part of his punishment, and that if he didn't make Amaranth feel welcomed, he might as well just stay in his room for the next week until it was time to go back to school. This was the first time he'd been outside in about three weeks, excluding the balconies and the porchs on the house. But going out on those just weren't the same. They didn't hold the same properties as the real outdoors did. He also wasn't allowed in any other building on the property that made up Shoreside Manor.

Will missed the stables, neighing horses and the smell of leather and alfalfa and horsesweat. He loved to ride and did so in compititions. He jumped at five and a half feet now, though he was sure because of the time he'd spent out of the saddle that he'd be rusty come show season. He also missed the beach, being able to take King out for a stroll or just sitting out on the rocky alcoves that lined the bit of beach about a quarter mile away from the actual house. Mostly, he missed being able to just runaway from it all and not have to go back until dinner time, or even just before his curfew. Sometimes he came back a couple of hours past curfew, or snuck out after. Either way, Will had always been allowed out of the house. Up until now. And this was his one chance to break free of the perdicament. "I'm Will. Murtagh and Elin's son. They wanted me to come down and show you around, whatever. You're not late, in fact if you are then I am too. Just got here myself, bit of a walk from my wing of the manor to here, y'know?" He chuckled, leaning against the wood railing of the porch, hands shoved in his pockets.

xx; Will shrugged and looked out towards the water, squiting lightly as the rays of sunlight glared off of rolling, white-tipped waves. "Naw, sorry dude. Can't say I have. Only one, but that Dragon most definetly was not yours because she belongs to one of my friends, David. He smiled as the man commented on how big his house was. Yes, most were in awe of where Will lived, though the boy didn't exactly see why. Perhaps it was because he was used to living in the lap of luxery, born with a silver sthingy placed delicaitly in his mouth, or that he didn't care about a person's financial situation: a house was somewhere to go at night to him and sleep; Will was out most of the time, anyway, so he never really took notice of the monstrosity that was Shoreside Manor.

xx; He let his hands slide out of his pockets, back of his forearms resting slightly behind him on the wooden railing around the porch. He yawned, blinking furiously at the end as he tried to keep himself from feeling tired. It was a hard task, though, taking vast amounts of attentiveness and energy. Oh yes, Will thougt the faintest hints and traces of salt on the ocean breeze mixed in with other foreign scents that he knew so well was as inviting for a nap as a comfertable leather couch before a roaring fireplace in winter was. The thought made him tired. He had slept most of the time he was grounded, and that was the problem. The boy's body was growing used to so much sleep. He shifted slightly before looking at the boy and saying "So, do you need to unpack? Want me to show you around...or?" He smiled then before standing straight and asking "Hey, actually, I've got something better in mind. How 'bout we go out on the town? Give Ol' Grey a run for his money. The buzzard..." The last part was muttered, Will now addoring a smirk on his face.

xx; Grey Thompson was the Cheif in Tierm's Alagaesian Police Force headquarters. He was old, that was for sure, with a son that Will had come to hate. The boy was part of the reason Will was in so much trouble. He hadn't told Will he had pot on him, and they'd been drinking beer out in the park. The police had shown up, Tyler (Grey's kid), had decided to flee with Milo right beside him, and had left the bag of pot right in front of Will. Smart. Yeah...not really. Will had beat the s.hit out of both of them next time he had a chance. He was surprised when he heard his mother had stepped up to plate and defended him on every aspect, not giving him anymore of a punishment for his actions. Instead, she seemed impressed with him.

"Naw, I'm not an only child. There's this thing in the house...her name's Selena. I'm not entirely sure it she's human, but my parents claim she is, so I'll go with that. It's wise to stay away from her; she's a right bi.tch most of the time, and the other times...he.ll, what other times?" He scrunched up his nose in a look of disguist before smiling lightly at Amaranth.

xx; Will laughed. Yes, the boy laughed in the Dragon's face. Now, most wouldn't even consider mocking a Dragon out of pure fear for one's life, but Will was the type of person who didn't care. Either that or he just had three other Dragons who he knew, even begrudgingly, would come to his aid, and many others that were only a phone call away. He looked completely relaxed in the face of the Dragon's rage, a slight smirk playing across his otherwise amused features. Sure, one might call Will a smart-a.ss or a lunatic. But that's how he lived, right on the edge. He didn't want to live forever, after all.

xx; The boy stood straighter and snorted at the Dragon's perception of him. "Dragon, you really need to get a few thigns straight around here. One, threaten me and nothing will be easy for you when my Mother's Dragon, Pantherus, hears of it. She's about four times bigger than you at the moment, and doesn't take kindly to any disruptions of the peace. Do you honestly think I'd try to get Amaranth in trouble when I'm already in so much s.hit with my parents? No, and I wouldn't anyway. He's cool, in my books, and hasn't done anything to make me think otherwise." He then turned and adressed Amaranth. "Jesus, with a Dragon like that you don't go out to often, do ya? Rather protective, 'eh?" His face was both puzzled and amused. He hadn't been threatened by a Dragon in a long time.

Stretching upwards Will walked towards to door and said the simple word "Unlock" in the ancient language. The door clicked and swung open, Will walking inside. It started out with a large wood-floored room. To your immediate front was a large arch-type doorway leading to carpeting, fine furniture, and a large balcony with curtains on the glass doors for privacy if needed. The balcony, when you went out onto it, led down to the beach on a marble staircase Elin had built in remembrance of her old home back in the midevil times. Back in the where Will was standing, you could look to your right and see a door that lead to a bathroom, and was opened just enough to see what it contained. A toilet, sink and mirror. A small set of stairs led up stairs to your left, where the four bedrooms where and the master suite, along with it's master bathroom.

Elin had removed her's and Murtagh's things from the bedroom in order to make room for Amaranth. He'd be invited to take the suite, or whatever other room he chose. Will blinked and turned back to Amaranth.