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OOC: oh, thats what you meant by posting. Okay, so we'll just say that they had a fine rest of time. Who won the chess match?

OOC: eek Flip a bloody coin. *Waves to Tryan.*

OOC: Oh my! That's terrible o.o But, as it turns out, I haven't had time to get on like I expected anyway, like I thought >.>;;;
*waves back to 'Bait*

EDIT:
BIC: Without warning, not that it was exceptionally common for there to be any, the door with the multi-colored dial opened, revealing on the otherside a pleasant day in a Sezarian meadow. Through it entered a blue homonculous, clearly one of Ontaros's making, who then held the door, waiting for a tired, paranoid-as-usual Tryan to cautiously step through the portal. As usual, he looked through first, scrutinizing all he could see for the least sign of danger before entering with a briefe nod for his odd, blue helper. Behind him, he led a young goat, decorated with braided threads of a variaty of warm and neutral colors, nice smelling greenery, and an assortment of feathers ranging in size from those of a sparrow to some of rather surprising dimentions. The animal was well washed and it's fur had been brushed smooth, giving it the appearance almost of a show animal. He was well washed as well, though no amount of grooming would make him appear less than scruffy, and around his neck hung a flask of wine.

Once through, the homonculous closed the door and promptly disapeared, returning to wherever it was it had come from. Staff in one 'hand' and lead rope in the other, Tryan looked around. If a bit disgruntled, he was not surprised not to see Silver conveniently at hand. Glaring at anyone that looked at him, he decided he would check the one of the only places he knew first. Huffing slightly, and using the staff as an awkward third leg, he hobbled off toward the bedrooms. Perhaps, if she had been there recently, he'd be able to track her to wherever she was currently.

((continued from Narean))
Rune looked around the room with a small smile, hands still in her pockets. "Well now, this is cozy." She tipped her head to the side and gave a small chuckle. "Nice and old fashioned." She turned to Ontaros and smiled a bit more widely. "Lovely place you have."

Tryan was laying on the floor looking like he was about to be sick if such a thing could be said about him. Shaking a little, and twitching oddly he managed to get up, at least to four limbs, if not two, and stumble over to the indicated table. Sitting normally was not an option, but when he saw the food, he lost what appetite he had anyway and quickly laid back down. Apparently, that kind of magical travel was not his friend.

Tryan didn't seem to notice her approach, but, without moving, looked up at her when she got there. He was completely uninterested in her 'poison' and let her know with a rather pathetic attempt to growl that was interupted by another random twitch.

In spite of his growl Rune continued to smile. She then opened the small vial and took a small sip, swallowing before offering the vial back to him. She didn't feel the need to add speech to the action - she thought it spoke for itself.
She looked up when she heard Ontaros request a cup and knife, but didn't speak quickly enough to keep him from cutting his hand. She pouted a bit but took the glass, taking a soft sip. "If I'd known you were going to be going that route I could have just bitten you. It would have been considerably more pleasant for you." She nodded to his hand. "Can you heal that yourself?"