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"Oh, not at all. We were simply discussing the notion of having a friendly drinking contest." She stood and brushed off her hands to approach the woman with a friendly smile, trying her best not to scare at the small bird-animal-thing at her feet. As she steeled herself she held out her hand in a friendly gesture.

"I'm Syrenrei. It's nice to meet you."

Nyxa hadn't noticed Rahujo at this point, either. Her attention was fully on the two before her. "I am a guardian, yes. This is Lucius, he's cockerel-panther. And I'm Nyxa." She perked slightly at the mention of a drinking contest. "It's been ages since I participated in a drinking game." Shaking Syrenrei's hand, she couldn't help but crack a huge smile. "Mind if I watch?" It was then that she caught sight of Rahujo, waving a hand in greeting to the Aerandir.

Luc, at this point, was bored of the goings on. Shrilly chirping, he rose and paced slightly. He wanted to play: glancing around the housing area, it seemed as if he was looking for someone or something in particular.

"Oh, you can watch or join in if you like," she nodded, echoing Ieyasu. "I'm sure that this man here will be the first to cry uncle." With her back to Ieyasu she winked at Nyxa and gave Rahujo a brief wave. The poor woman probably recognized her from when she was bleeding everywhere and thoroughly drenched.

Turning back towards Ieyasu she sat down and took three of the sake cups and poured shots of brandy using what she had left in her canteen that was strapped to the back of her belt. She usually used brandy to try to negate guilt from sins or pour over a wound to sterilize it, but this was a special occasion. She could barely fill the cups before the canteen was empty and she buckled it back onto her belt.

"Please, at least have a taste of my brandy for good health." She picked up all three cups and offered one to Nyxa and the other to Ieyasu. If he could handle it.

This close up, Rahujo recognised one of the other inhabitants of the porch: a man with white long hair whom she'd seen a little while ago in the Centre, in somewhat mysterious circumstances. Curious, she moved closer, and wondered what his role on the island was - visitor, helper, archaeologist, guardian?

As she was pondering, the gryphon which had been hanging around the porch detached itself from the group and headed away from the house. She watched it go in surprise. There went an independant one...

She turned her attention back to the porch. With a tentative smile at the occupants, she decided she should probably introduce herself. "Good evening! My name is Rahujo, and I am the village blacksmith. I thought I might introduce myself as I passed by."

Alyosha stepped out of the centre, looking to the west to see the sun slowly making its way towards the horizon, a bloody red tint shining over the sky as it descended. Something felt ominous...

He shrugged it off, red sky at night supposed to be a good sign and all, and walked towards the village intending to cut across it towards the west beach where the water was usually warmer and quieter.

As he walked across the village he heard a several voices. On this small Island more than one or two voices outside of the centre were unusual. Or, well, they had been in the past few months since the rest of the team had left. He missed the bustle, really. Heading towards the voices he came across Ieyasu's home, walking up behind the form he recognised as Rahujo.

Rahujo paused for a second, slightly taken back. "Ah ... did Alyosha never show you photographs of a full-grown Aerandir?" She grinned and nodded slowly. "I ... can see how you would be somewhat taken aback. Nice to meet you, Ieyasu."

She looked in the direction of the last unintroduced occupant of the porch. "I don't believe we've been introduced?"

Watching the other two down their glasses with simple gulps, Nyxa tried to follow suit, shuddering as the liquor burned down her throat. Shuddering, she noticed blearily that Alyosha was coming up behind Rahujo, waving cheekily as she set the glass down. Ahh, liquor was dandy-fine, and she enjoyed the company of the others. Cheeks red, Nyxa set her glass carefully down on the porch before turning her attention gratefully to the back-patting Syrenrei, whispering a soft, "Thanks." to the other woman.