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Kumoru did his level best to take the stares and such in stride as he made his way down the sidewalk with his newfound companion, the Raevan Lucretia, by his side. The necromancer swore that she must be the pickiest eater he had yet seen, ever, as she had so far turned down all food she had been offered. He had just taken her to the local grocery store, and after leading her down every aisle, she had not even given the faintest hint of being interested in eating anything. She would have to eat something eventually, he was certain, so the sooner he solved this first great mystery she had given him, the better.

It also did not help that she talked even less than Bhel did.

"Come on, Lucretia," he urged gently, trying his best not to lose his patience with her. This really was not her fault. Kumoru was just... ill-prepared for this, and that was one thing he absolutely hated to be. At least he had a plan in mind. "The big grocery is just up ahead. We can see if there's anything there you might like."

Lucretia's head turned to follow every movement that caught her attention as she drifted slowly along with one hand on her guardian's shoulder. The sheer numbers of people worried her a bit, but she was not really sure yet how to voice those concerns. She figured as long as she stuck close to the one person she knew, Kumoru, she would be alright.

As they moved along rather slowly, the necromancer managed to catch sight of a familiar face in the crowd. A familiar face accompanied by another Raevan. Maybe Isi might be able to suggest what he could do to feed his own new Raevan, since Lucretia seemed too fascinated by her current surroundings to offer suggestions.

"Hello," he called, waving with his free hand as he glanced both ways before jay-walking quickly across the street to join Isi, Lucretia in tow.

We`rika listened mindlessly to his Raevan's ramblings on the people he saw in the grocery store or the sweet salt water taffy his guardian had bought him or what games he'd play when he got home. The Huichol was used to this onslaught of information and thoroughly filtered through Sevilin's yammering. He was carrying two big paper bags of groceries. It had been payday today and We`rika was so happy to be able to buy some new food as opposed to the packets of ramen and crappy a** TV dinners. Sevilin was so lucky he only ate or I guess "absorbed" one or two things.

Even Sevilin had his own plastic bag though it was smaller. He had decided to help his guardian with the groceries, but really his bag contained all of his stuff what with the salt water taffy and flavored water bottles. The little Frei was watching the skyline as he talked and talked, dodging oncoming passersby with ease. It was then that he saw a green boy and.... no body? And there was another! Sevilin's eyes bulged and he stopped on the sidewalk simply staring at the two.

When the shaman's filter began to weed out all that Sevilin was saying, he looked beside himself and froze. Ohhh s**t! He turned around to see if Sevilin was simply slowed down by the crowd, but he wasn't there. We`rika sprinted back the other way til he hit a splash of blue stunned in the middle of the sidewalk. "What are you--?" The guardian followed the watery Raevan's gaze and saw the two Raevans and their owner and-- OH MY SWEET JESUS! He had kissed that one at the festival! He wondered if the kid was still scarred from that experience. Not one to initiate contact, and especially not now with this new information, the two of them just stared like tourists.

Surprised by the bow, Isi awkwardly tried his best to imitate the action. It didn't really work, though, with his crutches and all. So he ended up just kind of bowing his head.

"Yesterday, huh?" Isi asked, looking appreciatively at the new frei, "She's still so new! Has she spoken yet? I don't know how the newborns act. You see, my raevan was actually picked up two weeks after he was born. I had a broken leg and we were moving so we had to let him live with at LAB 305 until we could make it down to pick him up."

Staring at the icy raevan in front of him, Eiry hardly even heard the question from Kumoru. He was too busy watching her move and delicately work the tangle of the string off his fingers. He gave her a bright embarrassed smile and when he heard the question, he jumped slightly.

"Eirdirsceol, I am!" he chirped, breaking his gaze from Lucretia. Tilting his head then, Eiry continued, "You can call me Eiry, if you like. It's much easier to pronounce ... Um ... What's your name?"

"Well, she hasn't said anything yet, but we're working on it." Kumoru smiled at the young woman. "She hasn't really had a chance to meet her brothers and sister back home yet, but I'm sure they'll help her with talking. They're all friendly like that." He glanced upwards for a moment, then ammended his statement: "Well, for the most part."

Since the Raevan was not yet talking, the necromancer figured he should answer the other Raevan's question for her. "I've been calling her Lucretia, and she seems to like that."

Glancing quickly at her guardian before going back to untangling Eiry's string, Lucretia smiled and nodded slightly.

As the group was joined suddenly by two other strangers, though, Lucretia let go of the string and edged over towards her guardian again. She watched them for a moment, then reached out to hook one finger through a loose loop of thread dangling from Eiry's hands, and tugged on it absently, not really noticing whether it was still tied around his fingers or not.

Kumoru peered at the newcomers as well, noticing first the third Raevan and then the one who was apparently with her; the latter appeared to be trying to hide behind his groceries.

"Hello," he said, returning the Raevan's greeting with a small bow. "Have we met?" Though as soon as the words were out of his mouth, the necromancer realized that it was probably a stupid question; these Raevans were apparently not all that common, so it should only be natural that seeing another one, let alone two should be more than enough reason to come over and introduce one's self.

Sevilin watched with delight as this green Frei put We`rika in his place. He didn't know what had happened between the two, but he was already on the Raevan's side. That is until Eiry slapped his guardian and the amusement turned into anxiety, not really sure if it was below We`rika to pick a fight with a toddler. He concluded it wasn't.

The shaman tightened his hold on his groceries and stared back at Eiry in wide-eyes fury. His chest rose heavily and his nostrils flared like a bull waiting to charge. We`rika let his groceries fall onto the pavement and stepped over, shadowing Eiry easily. "Techn'cally, you kissed me so les no' play th'victim here... I can' help i' if I'mma allurin' mmmkay?" He sniffed dramatically and caught Sevilin under the arms and held him up, keeping something between him so he wasn't enticed to rawr on someone.

The watery Raevan just laughed, relieved his guardian hadn't socked the poor kid. He patted the Huichol on the cheek and looked back at the others. "Oh! I'm Sevilin. Or Sevvie." he smiled extra large to make up for We`rika's barbaric outburst. "I used to be pretty good keeping up with everyone, but I haven't... been to the lab in awhile... soo I'm a little behind on names!" He let his big blue eyes fall on Eiry and smiled. "You're... Eirdir..." he just kinda trailed off, unable to remember what his guardian had said. The two of them probably looked like a pair of dysfunctional fools. "What's yer name again?"

Eiry gave a terrifying frown at We'rika, one that sprouted from the will-o'-wisp soul bound within him. But he didn't want to continue the argument, he had done what Rivener had told him to do to settle scores, and that's all he wanted to do. So, turning his attention to Sevilin, Eiry gave a small smile to Sevilin. He hadn't met this one before. He had seen him around fairs and the like, but he had never gotten the chance to play with him. Eiry liked the way he smiled. "Eir...dir...sceol. Eirdirsceol. But you can call me Eiry, Sevvie. I like you. Do you know how to play Cat's cradle? Wanna play?"

When Lucretia seemed frightened of him, Eiry looked a bit hurt and he shook his head, trying to tell her no, "Don't worry, pretty lady. I won't hurt you. Just We'rika, because he scared me. I'm nice, honest. Here, let me show you...to play Cat's cradle." Eiry pulled the string between his fingers and weaved them in and out, making designs with the string. He showed her each one and gave her soft smiles with each one. Then, when he was done, he nodded at her and helped lace the string betwixt her fingers. He gently moved his hands over hers and helped her learn the different things to do with the string. When she pulled off a design, Eiry laughed his ghastly ghost laugh and nodded proudly, watching her with sincerely happy eyes of blood red.

Isi was in no mood to pick fights today, but if he had to, he was willing to. Just because he was a cripple didn't mean that he couldn't kick some a** if required. But that didn't mean, in any way, that he wanted to do it. Narrowing his eyes at We'rika's reaction to Eiry, Isi growled softly, "He doesn't know what he's doing. I'll take my time to teach him from doing that again, but We'rika if you dare threaten my raevan again, I won't hesitate to take a pound of flesh, got it?" Isi didn't know that he probably looked less than able to do what he claimed he could do. A cripple threatening a street seasoned Huichol? It almost looked laughable! But Isikoro sighed heavily. So he stepped forward a bit and refereed the dying arguement, "Alright...Alright. Sorry, um...Yeah, this is enough. I promise I'll teach Eiry from doing that again. I'll figure out some punishment for him when we get home. What's in the past is in the past." then turning his attention to Sevilin, Isi grinned and bowed his head, "Hello, Sevilin, it is an honor!"

Lucretia smiled happily as Eiry showed her how to make a cat's cradle, and did her best to keep the game going. It was fairly easy, at least. She turned to Sevilin as Eiry addressed him, and offered him the thread looped around her fingers. Why was he saying her name over and over again, though? Sevilin seemed happy, at least, though, and also had not slapped anyone, so the icy Raevan edged a little closer towards him.

She studied Sevilin as she held out the string on her fingers, realizing that she was not sure whether he was a boy, or another girl like her.

Keeping silent for the moment so he could just study the more unfamiliar Raevan and his guardian, Kumoru wondered how the pair of them ended up together. Something about Sevilin and the man he had arrived with seemed at best rather incongruent, and at worst possibly incompatible. The necromancer hoped that Lucretia would be able to get along with him.

He got the feeling that, coming in with a soul of some kind already, the Raevans' personalities were considerably more set by the time they... were born, or manifested, or whatever. So Lucretia would be less impressionable. This unsettled Kumoru somewhat, truth be told, but he did not let it show.

Instead, he figured he might as well get to know the fellow Raevan-raisers a little better, and at the same time conveniently thought of something to ask: "Oh, do either of you know what all happened over at the labs? The whole place was kind of destroyed when I stopped by to fetch Lucretia. No one was hurt, I trust?"