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If you read the rest of the post it will all become clear. It's you and Keevia together so I'm afraid I wrote it as one post, more or less.

"Shapeshifter, and a powerful warrior. Always useful to have around, if I ever decide to create a personal army of doom!" The doctor laughed. It was so great to be alone, she could laugh at her own jokes as much as she wanted. And with no-one else around she was always funny. "And what now for out little warrior?"


"I'll be back in a few hours. Take good care of the babies!"

The door slammed as the owner of the voice walked out. Sakaru was in a very rich, very lavish apartment. The view out the window was amazing, the furniture was expensive looking. Something was chewing on his pantleg.

"Bark!"

If he looked down he would see a small, brown puppy, happily attacking his shoes. Another one was climbing onto the sofa, a third was making noise in the kitchen, a fourth howled, a fifth.....All in all there were 7 brown, small, fluffy, destructive puppies.

The old man waved a hand.

"Is over there, the last island of three. The first is right over there. Watch out for the reefs, they're part of the challenge. Now chop chop girlie!"

the words the old lady said from before were still ringing in his head
"for the exit" he thought
"Excuse me? Umm, can you define beauty? It is a matter of opinion, what may be beautiful to one may be horrible to the other and ..." he stopped noticed everyone was looking at him like he was a smart a**, he was.
"never mind" he said getting up to look for something beautiful "Now then, lets see"
he began scavaging through trash cans, gutters, but still couldn't find a single thing he thought to be interesting.
"Excuse me" he started back up again "Can the item be hand made?"

"But, sir," Delfino protested, unsure of her directions,"I don't know what you're asking me to do. If you gave me something to go by, then I could fufill whatever it is you're asking!". Patience to the nautilis was a virtue, an art. It was something she practiced quite well.

Keevia

He laid on the sand, thought running through his head It was a dream? The last...vision or something? I remember, that I was old. I had grandchildren. A nice, cosy place...It was...a nice dream. To think, that I'll manage to live this long...But kind of queer...to be old so suddenly...
Keevia was not far as energetic as Dunsinare, nor willing to move. He finally opened his eyes, when he heard the other man shout out and seawater behind himself. He gasped for air, looked around, with slightly hazy look in his eyes, then got into kneeling position, glancing around quickly. At first his eyes were set on Dunsinare, then on the sea behind him. He had never seen the sea, though he had heard many stories of it. It was...well, kind of plain actually. The sun reflecting from the water blinded him for the moment and he turned around again, stood up and brushed his fingers through his feathers. It is far too hot in here to be with so many layers of clothes he thought bitterly, and that moment he realized that his wings had become visible.
Two white wings with brown stripes on each feather had invaded through the shirt, jacket and cloak, right above the shoulderblades. The right wing seemed to be ambutated or teared off around the ''elbow'' of the wing, making the wings seem mismatched and letting everyone know, that he was unable to fly with them. Seems, that whatever had happened to his wing had happened long ago, atleast a year or two, because the tip of halfly ambutated wing was healed and had short feathers growing on it.
He started to walk toward Dunsinare, his boots, though soaked with salty water, protecting him rather well from the little pepples and stones that lied all around in the golden sand.
At the same time he made his wings to disappear again. At first they seemed to turn slightly metalic, like liquid silver, then started to disappear starting from the tips of the feathers, turned half-transparent, so that all the bloodvessels and bones were viewable for few seconds, then disappeared into Keevia.
The man stopped ,,Yes, and who are you?'' he asked, examining Dunsinare from safe distance.

Keevia hesitated for a few moments, then pulled his cloak off, revealing brown jacket and some parts of darkviolet shirt. And ofcourse his scarred face, neck and blue jewel eye were also in better now. He glared at the man with a stop looking at me-face and kicked a few stones away from around him. He kneeled, instead of sitting, took a deep breath: ,,That is not a rude question and I'll answer it as much as I'm allowed. My name is Seigyoku Manako Keevia. My friends call me by my last name, everyone else do the same and so should you. And what am I? I know, what you think, and I am not an angel. I was born as human and I am still a human. I have never even met an angel and for the last two years I haven't been able to fly in any other places than my dreams.'' he shut his mouth quickly, being surprized himself, that he had spoke so much. He turned himself to face with the sea. It was indeed plain. Except a some dots rather far away. Wood or seabirds, he couldn't see from that far. He studied Dunsinare from the corner of his eye, thinking. The man was probably no-one. Just a part of the dream. So he should try to put his questions into words very carefully? ,,I am more interested in what happened and how did I get here, into this beach. I don't remember...Do you know, what place this is?''