Libra's Treehouse

I grinned
"What do you want to eat?"

"What do you got?"

I laugh
"Just tell me and watch!"

"Alright then... corn dog with a slice of pizza on the side..."

I turn around instantly holding exactly what he asked for on a tray.
"Here's your food sir" I said like a classic waitress, "any drinks?"

"Holy crap!" 

"Alright... umm.. how's about Vanilla Coke?"

OOC LOVE that drink!

I turn around and giggle
"There's a reason many wizards are libra's...lets see..." I whirl around again, holding his drink like a perfect waiter. 
"Here you are" I smile

"Jesus, I might never leave here!" He nodded gratefully to his most generous host.

I sigh with a smile
"Well, as much as I'd love a roommate...you can't." I go and sit on my black comfy chair in the far corner of the room and put my hand on my scales.
"Saddest part about being one of us...it's lonely." I'm still mildly smiling

"Yeah, I can completely get that..." One of the downsides of being one of the only free thinkers in the Strayer for so many years...

I get up and pace a bit, holding a cup of coffee in one of my hands
"The only company I have is Pyralspite...he's a dragon." I take a slow sip
"But I want someone...like me you know? Someone to just sit down and talk too once in a while. But noooo" I pick up my scales, holding them above me "I got THIS to do all the time. Balance the earth, 24/7."

I examine the scale but not touch it.

"You know, what if I rigged this scale so it's constantly in balance?"

I scoff a bit
"Artisan, despite physically looking older than me, I'm more wise, knowledgeable, older and more powerful than your earliest ancestor. So when I say that sounds suicidal and impossible, I mean it." But I throw a hand anyways
"But hey, tell me your idea anyways."

"Well, Scales really aren't that complex a machine. I'd just have to appropriate the weight perfectly and perhaps completely secure the mechanism to ensure it can't fall out of balance."

Despite looking sixteen, my eyes bore into his like a soul stealers.
"Artisan, these scales maintain balance as long as I live and do my job. Kill me or even TOUCH them could result in things such as rivers and seas boiling, 40 years of darkness, earthquakes and volcanos, human sacrafice, fire and brimstone coming down from the skies!" I get in his face, holding back a little anger, 
"So unless you want to have your face on a poster saying "I caused Armageddon!" Don't mess with them."

He promptly raised his hands in surrender, "Alright alright! Messing with scales, bad. Got it!"

I simmer down quickly and drop my pale shoulders
"Artisan, I like you, I really do. But you have to understand that, I'm like a cross of Leo and Sagittarius. I have my standards, I have my morals, I have my laws and will act accordingly. But I love being free and having fun, and being able to just be me and go my own way; it's part of me, part of being air. And because of that it results in laziness, indescisiveness, random thoughts and other things. I'm THAT kind of girl." I laugh a little bit and slump against my chair
"Who could ever like someone like me...I'm way too strange"

"I could."

I point to a plaque on the far wall. 
"Read it, and tell me if I'm any of those." 

OOC: It's my new signature

He read through it, "Yeah I'd say that's you as far as I know you."

"As far as you know..." I mutter, using wind to get me up. "Which is very little. It's ironic how one of the most unbalanced beings is the protector of Balance. But then again...maybe it means spiritual balance."

"I won't pretend to hold the authority here, but even so, the world hasn't gone to crap right? So you must be doing a good job."

I chuckle 
"Thanks, your not bad for a mortal."

"Please, I'm WAY more than not bad..." He smirked boyishly as though he'd achieved something grand by just standing there.

I scoff
"Wish I had your confidence..."