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Lucius found the cleaning closet and remedied the mess while the other nursed his cup. After finishing, he replaced the utensils and claimed the cushy stool behind the counter, staring at the door which led to Harmodius' quarters.
Gianfar was speaking.
"I don't see what you need the forgiveness of a prankster for. ANd I apologize for my prank, but I was not lying in that one of the ladies asked if you had a tail, and I had no answer for her except to check. I'll just remember to leave you alone for your first comings."

"I suppose receiving an apology from the Universe is also more than most people ever get."

Gianfar's cheeks would settle to a faint peach rouge over the top of his nose and fine cheekbones.

"The ladies wished to know if I had a tail? I am surprised they would think of it, with yours and Byrne's bright plumage to distract them."

It would not be said with any malice, but true puzzlement.

"I honestly don't know how you two go about unrobed with not a care of it."


"Not everyone's attracted to bright flashy sequines and colors and bells and whistles. Why else would there be things called 'minimalist'. "
Lucius looks over an arm, "I think a couple stars shorted out on that blast. I guess it evens out for the gases that just coalesced in to new ones from the kinetic energy."

Gianfar's attention would be directed to the cosmic shifting that seemed to swim just beneath Lucius's skin. He had the sense so strongly that if he put his hand out, it would just sink into cold space among stars, like God's finger reaching for an unmade Adam - that he did put out his hand. His fingers came to rest on skin just between Lucius's wings, and he startled mildly at the touch he had just instigated.

"I was a star once. Did you know that? It was how I got my start. Are these truly stars, or just their memory?"


Lucius looked over a wing at the touch. "Real? Well, I don't really know. They should be, but since I'm so new, weak like any of those newly shaped gases, I can't really say. Maybe they are just memories, or maybe they're just really faint projections or connections to true stars. No, I didn't know you were a star. You'll have to forgive me if my memory is vague on some things. I'm not strong like Harmodius. "

"That is a truth." Gianfar said in response to the last statement about Harmodius. "Tell me...do you ever have any conflict with Ivynian?"

If the stars that whirled in grand, deliberate patterns beneath his fingers were real, then he had been there once. An odd thought. He searched the contained heavens for stars he knew or remembered, but saw none. It must have been a very long time indeed that he had slept, if all the stars from his time had passed away. Or perhaps these were stars not yet born, and his musings were just the morbidity of an old man.


"Less now then ever before. On occassion I'll have urges for hobbies I know nothing about. Mechanical contraptions. But not much anymore, not at this stage. Are you having troubles still? Most of the dominance troubles should be over for you now."

"XiaoRen has a strong will and personality, and things he has absolute fixations about doing, some of which would shame me to mention. I am not always myself. I suppose he feels the same way. But the differences between us cause terrible disorientation when I 'wake' from being him, and doing whatever he was doing."

like lying on top of Ivynian's dirty laundry chewing some disgusting twig

Gianfar had looked to Lucius for further answer, but at that moment the door opened and a sweet, fox eared girl entered. She reminded him of the Vulpix, a race of fox people he had known in his own land. He doubted there were any Vulpix here though, just people of similar appearance who in fact stemmed from a seemingly wide variety of backgrounds. He wondered what this girl's was. She had one of the bound diety stones embedded in her, but seemed early in the transformation.