'Yes,' Glacia began, following the others, 'that is my brother... as much as I like to think otherwise.'

Incendia meanwhile, paused for thought. 'Wow,' he finally said, 'all the dragons around here are bigger than me. How come you all don't have feathers?' He asked Cinder. 'I have feathers, look!' He pulled one out of his wing, a fluffy orange thing that floated gently in the air when he let go of it. 'I wish I could do that more often, but my sis says it's bad for my plumage... whatever that means.'

'I figured as much, being a wizard and all,' Glacia said with a hint of a sigh. 'I'll make sure he doesn't do anything stupid.'

She turned away and grumbled to herself. But you don't have to put up with him all bloody day, Stripetail, she thought.

She clapped her hands, getting the attention of her brother. 'Right, Incendia... we have work to do.'

'Making pancakes?'

'No.'

'Making lego?'

'No.'

'Making... uh... pancakes?'

'You already said that.'

'Oh.' He paused for though, gears in his head slowly grinding. 'Making war?'

'For once you are right on the money. You have a job to do, and I pray you will do it without too much stupidity.'

'Aye aye, captain pants!'

'I'm not even wearing... gah! Nevermind. Let's go.'

'He's finished, trust me,' Glacia said. 'He won't stop eating sometimes if you don't pull him away.'

'I'm still huuuungry,' Incendia grumbled.

'You can have some ice cream later, if you're good... okay?'

Incendia immediently stopped struggling. 'Yes sir, captain pants!'

Glacia looked up to Stripetail. 'I can't fly, given I have no wings. However, I would advise that if my brother is to go out without me that he be supervised.' She looked over to him, Incendia now having taken an interest in Agumon, poking him. Glacia leant in to Stripetail, 'he's not all there in the head, you might have noticed,' she said. 'If he has his way, though, he can be very powerful. He's completely immune to fire, and can breathe a breath hot enough to melt through heat resistant metal.'

'Hello, you're funny,' Incendia said to Agumon, continuing to poke him. 'Can I poke you.'

Glacia sighed. 'I will take full responcibility for his actions. Though, i believe I may have already mentioned that. I promise you though, he will not let anyone come to harm.'

'I haven't finished breakfast!' Incendia cried, shortly before recieving a frying pan to the back of the head.

Glacia stood behind the fallen orange dragon, dented frying pan in hand. 'Glacia reporting for duty... it's about time we dragons made ourselves useful to your cause, Stripetail.'

'Ow... my head,' Incendia groaned, rubbing a small sore bump with his right hand, the other picking himself off the ground.

As Glacia exited the stadium, she was struck by a flying blue towel. As it lay upon her head, covering the whole thing, she let out a muffled groan. 'Hello to you to, brother.'

'Here's a towel!' Incendia replied, a little too late. 'I can't believe you lost. You never lose anything!'

Glacia removed the towel, and brushed her forehead slightly with it. 'I guess I can't be good at everything.'

'Says my sister, who defeated the Great Devourer of the Black Canyons.'

'That was a snail, Incendia.'

'Was it? 'Twas a very big one, I remember.'

'You were hiding in a fridge, I seem to recall. Strange how that was possible in the middle of a desert.'

'I was hot, and I wanted a lemon.'

'Lemonade?'

'No, just a lemon.'

Glacia groaned once again. 'No, I mean... do you want some lemonade? There's a stand just over there.' She pointed across the stadium, where the hotdog guy had quickly painted over his "hotdogs!" sign to read "Lemonade!"

'Ooh, yes please. Can I also have some ice cream?'

'There is no ice cream.'

'There is no spoon?! Oh no!' Incendia ran about, arms in the air. 'There is no spoon! There is NO SPOO- oh hey look, a penny!' Incendia reached down, and picked up a bottlecap.

Glacia wondered if the lemonade stand also sold large, blunt objects. For hitting annoying brothers, of course.

I second Australia.

We have a lot of... ... rocks!

Glacia took Cindy's hand and shook it firmly. 'Good luck to you to. You'll doubt be more sensible than the last... er... animal I played against (that being Muttley), so this should prove to be an interesting and hopefully more competitive game.'

With pleasantries exchanged, Glacia turned to her side of the court. Her brother, Incendia waited patiently (which was a little shocking for someone like him), leaning against the wall... and trying to look mildly important by brushing his fingernails against his chest.

Glacia went to open her mouth, but her brother answered instantly. 'I'm a ball boy!' He cried out, instantly ruining any coolness he might have had at that moment.

'Oh joy,' Glacia replied, desperately trying to force her enthusiasm. 'Just one question, though. Do you know what they even do?'

Incendia paused for thought, then shook his head. 'Nope! Do you?'

Glacia raised a finger. 'Yes... er... no. No I don't, actually.'

'I think it has to do with those silly green bouncy things.'

'You mean the tennis balls?'

Incendia clicked his fingers. 'That's what they are, yes! But yeah... I think I gotta pick em up and throw them at you or something. I think that's what I gotta do. I don't really know, though.' He scratched his head. 'Maybe it has something to do with my-'

'Good heavens, no!' Glacia quickly interrupted.

Glacia for her part had to scream just a little when she found out it was she who was playing... not her brother. 'They got me confused again!? How on earth can they do that? I'm blue, he's orange... how hard can it be?'

Incendia approached his sister with a proper tennis raquet in his hand, baseball bat having been removed from him (for good reason, one could say). 'Well, you are a bit tomboyish,' he said. 'Maybe they confused you for a male?'

Glacia looked at her brother with mouth open.

He continued. 'Say, which way are you supposed to hold these things?' He twirled the raquet back and forth, blissfully unaware that both sides of a tennis raquet were the same.

'Give me that!' Glacia shouted, snatching the raquet from her brother and stomping off in a cloud of bitterness.

Incendia let out an offended cry. 'You stole my cricket bat! Give it back!' And thus, he chased after her.

Glacia sat in the stadium on a chair far in the back row, away from all the noise and racket happening on the field below. It was here that she could read the local newspaper in peace, less out of interest and more out of learning on what this world had to offer. The front page read "Local pianist leaves, say he'll be Bach though."

Subtle, she thought to herself.

'Pickles!' Shouted Incendia from behind her. The paper flew from her hands and high into the air. Every hair on Glacia's back stood on end.

She turned around to face her brother, just as the newspaper floated neatly onto her head, making for a lovely hat. 'I though I told you to never do that...'

'Oh,' Incendia said, picking at his teeth. 'Sorry?'

Glacia could only roll her eyes. 'Now that you have disturbed my peace... again, you might as well tell me how your match is going.'

Incendia stared. 'What match?'

'You know, the one you're supposed to be in. Against Cindy Bear, I heard.'

Her brother continued to stare. 'Connect four?'

'Tennis.'

'I'm playing tennis? Ooh, neato!' He paused for a quick moment of though, gears in his head churning. 'Um... when?'

Glacia checked. 'In ten minutes or so.'

'Oh my gosh!' Incendia leapt from behind and over Glacia, running down the stadium with hands flailing in the air. 'I'm late... I'm late! My bat! Where's my cricket bat!?'

Glacia chuckled to herself. 'He is so totally not going to win.' She picked the newspaper off her head and continued to read.

Yeah, I do need a bit of an update on what's going on so far.