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Ian wandered the forest as had become his wont. As he wandered he let the cool sounds of the jungle envelope him, their sweet song creating a blanket of soothing feelings. He hadn't felt this calm since before he had last seen Emerwyn almost two weeks before. After that he had decided not to attend the halloween party and instead held his own small Samhain celebration in the trees. He hadn't been to his duplex in almost a week. Ian had preferred the calm natural element of nature to calm his nerves. He walked through the jungle in quiet reflection his bare feet (for he had left his boots at his duplex) making almost no noise on the ground. He wasn't looking where hewas going and therefore didn't notice Amaya as he wandered.

Ian almost didn't hear Amaya so intent was he on his own problems. But he was lucky he did hear her else he would have just walked past without seeing her. "Amaya?" he asked moving to near where she was sitting and taking a brief glance at the books. He wasn't going to burden her with his problems like he had in the past, not this time. He hadn't seen her in awhile even though she lived upstairs from him, but that was because he had spent too much time moping. He needed to get out more and grab life by the horns (pardoning the pun between that common saying and his own predicament). "Are you alright?"

Ian gave a small smile back to Amaya and for the first time noticed how truly dirty he was. After living in the jungle for days he hadn't showered and was covered in all sorts of murk and grime. He fidgeted not wanting to get Amaya dirty and have her think he smelled, but he didn't want to be rude as to her invitation to sit. He sniffed experimentally, he did smell really bad, but he wondered why Amaya did nothing. "I'm alright," Ian responded still standing uncomfortably. "I've been living in the forest a few days. Has anything happened over the past ten days? That's how long it has been since I've seen someone?" Ian was completely ignorant of anymore changes or what had happened at the halloween party.

"Both Hargun and Ambrose!" Ian's eyebrows rose. "Wow," he murmered more to himself than to Amaya. "And Dude punched Moreau...good for him...I think." Ian wasn't normally a very voilant person, but when he though of Emerwyn, a burning hatred for the orange-haired man flared inside of him. "Not quite ten days, closer to a week." Somehow it made him feel better to think he only had seven days of grime rather than ten. "I haven't seen anybody in ten days. And I also think I am glad I missed the party. A quiet Samhain celebration suits me better."

Ian's eyes widened. A single phrase and Moreau was able to knock people unconscious. He shivered involuntarily rubbing his hands along his arms. "That......" he halted mid phrase, he had no clue what to say. "Um, about Samhain then....it is a Pagan celebration that occurs over Halloween. Literally translated the word means 'end of the warm season' though I doubt that applies given that this is a tropical island." He gave a small laugh still troubled by the information about the Dude. "I happen to celebrate those events and pray to the god Cernunnos."

Ian remembered when he was a lot younger how he had only enjoyed hallowe'en for the candy and being able to dress up. "My family are Christians. I never held their beliefs against them." He wondered if James even knew he was still alive, wondering if it was better were he thought of as dead. "They were open-minded though. Some Christians would hold me being pagan against me." He closed his eyes and relaxed. Talking about stuff he knew about was very relaxing.

Ian mentally smacked himself. Why did he always end up making people sad? It must be a curse....How could he make her feel better...... his tail twitched and he looked backwards frowning, having had forgotten that it was there. "People really need to be more accepting. It can be really damaging to people when they aren't." He said after a long silence. This he knew from his own childhood and the bullies he had faced.

Ian winced. Off all the things Amaya could have brough up, it had to be Emerwyn. "She was fine last I saw her," he said evasively. "We had tea together. She was still coughing though. Next time I see Moreau I'll..." he left the threat hanging and clenched his hand in a fist so tight that his knuckles cracked. It was obvious that there was stuff Ian wasn't saying about what had happened with Emerwyn, but Ian was oblivious to that fact.