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Orian shrugs. "I havn't seen Alyosha around, so it really isn't a problem." He looks a little quizzical at the 'your to nice to me' part. Where all men in this world dolts that didn't know how to treat a woman. He mentally shrugged to himself. "Id actually preffer it if you stuck around so I have someone to talk to. But if you really have to go," he shrugs a little, and stands, kissing her cheek. "Thank you for your help M'lady"

Smiling a bit, he chuckles. "I don't suppose I could sweet talk you into giving me a tour of the island, could I?" He made big puppy dog eyes in her direction, and then chuckled a little, standing up. "Please? I enjoy company, and I'd really like to have a look around the island. Besides, you seem nervious to be here, so i'm figuring you don't want to bump into Alyosha for some reason. So this gives you a chance to escape, ne?"

Off in a dark corner, a silver flash was caught in the dim sunlight projecting from a nearby window. A silent sigh edmitted from that same corner, and then a shadow twisted. Barely visable, a dolorous face leaned forward. It was Fae; she had came in to keep eye on Orian once Aly had taken him in the room the previous day. She wanted to make sure he had a place to stay. Well it was obvious now, to her, had she only woke up at the wrong time.

The room was silent, and she sat there grimly for a moment, thinking what she should do now. She gave a heavier sigh and looked down to her abnormally warm foot. It was Pueblo- she was curled up, still asleep on Fae's sandal. It seemed her gryphon stuck by her side faithfuly. Giving a somewhat-relieved smile, a glimmer of hope, she reached down to stroke Pueblo's back gently. "Hey, girl," she whispered.

Pueblo's sensative ears flickered and stood up, detecting the voice to her keeper. Instantly, her head lifted off from the ground and blinked groggily up at Fae. Wha...where were they? Her tail wagged a little, happy to see her keeper awake.

Fae smiled warmly. "It...it's time to go home," she said in a hoarse voice. Yawning, she stretched and shook herself onto her feet. Oyyy did her back cry out for her bed. Then a faint smell made her nose wrinkle and quickly lowered her arms. "Ech...lets go take a shower while we're at it." @.x Fae started to walk out of the room, but her hand seemedto say otherwise. It rested on the frame which caused her to stop. She turned around and looked to the empty room. Shaking her head, there wasn't any hope. No hope, she decided. But at that point, it just becamse another numb feeling, and she was soon walking back to her home with her beloved Pueblo.

Slowly walking into the Center, this time clad in some dark, black jeans that had come from gods knows where, and a grey silk button up shirt, seeming not to notice the heat, came Orian. He had a far away, distant look on his face, as if lost in thought. So lost in fact, when he went to sit on the couch, he didn't notice Sy there. The moment he sat on her though, he lept up, realizing he had sat on someone. "Oh! Gods and Goddesses! Please forgive me. I was off in la la land." Pulling down the blanket, he blinked a little. "Miss Sy?"

Orian just shrugged, and scooted her over on the couch enough so that he could sit down, and stare off into space, once again lost in his thoughts, lost in the past. He looked down at his hands, letting one, small tear trickle down his cheek, which he quickly reached up and rubbed away. No, he had to be strong. He had to keep going. He had promised them that he would. That he would be happy, for their sake.

Lifting one hand in greeting to Aly, Orian spoke briefly. "Afternoon. Sorry about falling asleep the other day. I guess getting shipwrecked is more exausting then i expected." He gives a glum smile, before looking back down at his hands.

Alyosha waved a little in greeting to Orian, walking over towards him a little ways before seeing that Sy was there. He was amused by Sy's attempt tp... well he wasn't sure what. Walk maybe? Run? Anyways, ending up on the floor was presumably *not* what she'd meant to do.

He squatted down on his haunches, watching her with a slight hint of amusement on his face.

If either man had ever seen the sort of look commonly called "deer in headlights," this was it. With Aly sitting there staring at her (and she was sure he was smiling at her stupidity the night she was drunk) she was already flustered... but then when Orian picked her up and put her back on the sofa she was truly and completely embarassed.

Maybe... maybe if she layed perfectly still they'd... forget her and leave her alone? Probably not... she'd best answer Orian, despite the burning blush on her cheeks.

"Nononono!" she finally gushed. "I'm fine, really very very fine. I should... eheheh... go home." DAMNIT! There was no way to get past the man. Gaaaaaaaah!