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Nehanda perched cautiously upon the man's arm and began trying to peer under his shirt sleeve. This was obviously not flesh. In fact, it felt like metal! She wanted a better look at where metal joined to flesh.
(I'm assuming the shirt Fae left Orion is long-sleeved . . .)

"Nehanda, stop that!" Foenix scolded the gryphon. "I'm sorry," she said apologetically as she walked over to detatch her little girl. "Nehanda can be very curious, but she means well."

Foenix looked toward the kitchen, saying to Alyosha, "There should also be a container or two of stuff I brought over before my last trip, Aly. It's mostly snacks made with veggies and herbs from Nehanda's gardens, but there's plently if either of you is hungry. Do you need any help getting things?"

Smiling at the woman, Orian just shook his head. "No, its all right miss. I don't mind. She was most likely trying to figure out this arm of mine." He raised his left hand toward Nehanda, showing her the metal fingers and hand, letting her exlore it and check it out all she wanted. "I'm sorry, I never introduced myself properly, did I? I am Orian Ironfist. It is a pleasure to meet you M'lady." He gives another small smile, relaxing fully, the small lines of tension disappearing around his eyes, his shoulders losing their board stiff set. He looked around the center, taking in whatever he could see, as if exploring the world anew.

Fae had told Orian she needed something back at her house, but it was clear he didn't hear her and had moved on himself. After skirting the house, she walked outside briskly in her clothes from yesterday. (She made a brief mental note to take a shower soon ><)

Almost panicing, it felt like she'd lost a child. Brillant green eyes scanned over the earthy grounds but couldn't find any shape of the slightly taller man. Fae glanced down to Pueblo who was at her side, like always. "He probably went to the Centre, right? That's where we were headed before," she sighed, as if asking for advice from her gryphon.

Pueblo's little eyes blinked up to her keeper, swaying a little from such neck strain. She merely bobbed her head in reply.

"Alright then, let's go see if we can find him before he gets into trouble." Fae knew that Aly wouldn't like a stranger just suddenly appearing on the island. With that in mind, she ran across the field until she pushed the doors open to the Centre. Looking around, she walked inside as Pueblo flew in behind her, slightly tipping to one side until she landed. "Orian?"

Orian, apparently, had overestimated his energy level. He had just closed his eyes for an instant, and there was a large yawn, and like that, off to sleepy land he went. Though, oddly enough, it seemed that his left arm had stuck again, this time pointing straight out, like a branch of a tree.

Alyosha looked at the sleeping form , at Fae and at the tea. Net awake people: 3, Net tea: 3. Everything still seemed fine.

He looked up to Foenix as she suggested to Fae that they move him. The two little women. "I.. uh.. I'll stick him in a spare room" he said. "Only for the moment though.." He looked down at the sleeping man. Boy, really, to him.

Forgoing his tea he wrapped his arms under the prone body and hefted it. Surprisingly heavy, this little imp. He walked towards the living quarters with him, kicking open a door to one of the cramped rooms and placing the boy down on the nearby bed. He walked out of the room, closing the door behind him and headed back into the main room and picked up his tea.

Fae looked over to the familiar voice of Foenix in alarm, but sighed in relief as she walked over. "I see he found his way here...er, where's Aly?" She asked, looking around. She spotted him coming from the kitchen with tea- so perhaps they've already met now, she assumed. "Gah! I'm sorry for not letting you know sooner upon his arrival. I had just found him last night and I knew everyone was well in bed." She pursed her lips and went quiet.

Pueblo trotted behind Fae into the familiar Centre, but hated its floor. Her paws would always slip around on the smoother surface- claws just couldn't stabilize her here. Sliding over to the group of people, she reconized everyone of them. Tilting her head back as she neared them, she wondered why she was so little since it was an unstable position. She made a small struggling sound before she gave up. Pueblo knew she saw Foenix, so where was Nehanda?

((Heh. No prob.))

Foenix nodded. So that's why his shirt looked so familiar . . . and why it didn't fit. "Orian seems like a very nice person. This island certainly attracts interesting individuals." She sipped her tea and crossed her legs, then reached into the carry-sak beside her and removing some knitting.

When Nehanda saw Pueblo slipping her poor way across the floor, she merped sympathetically and dropped to land beside her friend, offering a strong wing to support the owl/wolf gryphon. Little gryphons had to stick together!