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Osu waved back at Pueblo, before giving a delighted laugh as Tsukai hopped onto his head. Sitting down with a soft fwump, he lifted his hands up to his head. He remembered playing with both Pueblo and Tsukai not so long ago.

As Kiro spoke to him, Osu paused. Looking up at the neko curiously, he then grinned broadly before nodding his head. "Uh huh!"

Ieyasu grinned as he watched the three Aerandir play about. Sitting down in the grass, he glanced up at the other guardians. "So how have things been for you guys?"

"Come ON, Innay-mama!" Marli was dragging her reluctant guardian towards the noise and crowd of the festival, the red bangles on her arm jingling as she pulled. While they had arrived on the island with the rest, the young Aerandir had wanted to explore a little before joining the others.

"I'm coming, I'm coming," Inle grumbled as she allowed herself to be led. She wasn't much of a people person, but she could hardly deny Marli the opportunity to interact with so many of her peers.

Eventually, they reached the edge of the party. Marli's ears and wings twitched eagerly behind her--until she got a good look at the large group and realized she didn't know any of them. Rather than tugging on Inle's hand, she now grasped it tightly, pressing herself to the woman's side.

Inle sighed, reaching down to stroke the young Aerandir's hair. "Go on, it's not like they're gonna hurt you. Go make some friends, or whatever the hell kids do these days."

Her brash comment drew a giggle from the little girl, and she slowly released Inle's hand, edging closer to the others.

A tall, pale young man tottered slightly on the beach, finally stopping to rest against a palm tree. He groaned audibly, hoping he wouldn't vomit. He hadn't taken to the ferry trip well; not well at all, he thought, feeling his stomach turn over.

He looked around at his surroundings, his cloudy gray eyes weary. Weakly, he pushed black, sweaty bangs out of his face. Perhaps he should go home. But he certainly was in no hurry to board that blasted seacraft again. Besides, he'd been specifically told to investigate this odd species. He sighed. Why him?

Orian smiled a little, tucking the ticket into a small pouch at his side. "Need any help with anything?" He stood up, streaching a little, giving a small smile as he noticed Sy standing at the edge of the gathering, and pointing a little. "Or perhaps you would like me to take over so you could go talk to Sy?"

Delta jumped down from her mother's arms after much squirming. The jump itself was an interesting sight- to buffer her fall, Delta flapped her wings rapidly, closed her eyes, and prayed for a safe landing. After hitting the ground rather ungracefully, she jumped up and tried to regain composure as if she thought everyone was watching. Deciding to let her presence be known, she pranced over towards Taranis. She wasn't overly eager to see the stupid-and-already-evolved Aerandir.

Besides, there were people not yet graced with her presence.

Sy, who was already feeling a bit awkward, took to thinking about tomorrow's meals... it gave her something to do while she stood there. She didn't want to approach anyone and bother them. As her thoughts drifted, she stared rather blankly at a tent a ways off from her.

Progolo continued to look around weakly, his stomach queasy. He wasn't even aware of the wriggling motions in his hip pocket.

A small creature, about five inches tall, struggled out of his hip pocket, its translucent golden wings rumpled terribly. It fluttered furiously in front of Progolo's face, making the man feel sicker than ever.

The creature known as Yaraif, resembled a small child with large violet eyes, a blue tinge to her skin, and wild purple hair. It might have appared quite cute, actually--if its face had not been screwed up in anger.

"PROLO!" The creature, known as Yaraif bellowed. She began prattiling on in a rapid, foreign language how hungry she was, how much she hated being in his pocket (even though she had insisted on staying there herself) and that he should be ashamed.

Progolo's mind reeled. He tried hopelessly to translate her language but, although he knew a bit of it, she was simply speaking to fast. Besides, he-

His stomach heaved, and he doubled over. Yaraif hardly had time to dart out of the way before Progolo retched the small amount of water he'd drinken before the trip.

Yaraif stared. "Prolo...sick?"

Progolo spluttered. His mouth and throat were murning from the digestive acids, but he felt much better. "I'll be fine," he groaned, waving off-handedly. He didn't know if she understood him.

Yaraif gazed at him in concern, her wings fluttering to keep her aloft. The pitching of the ferry hadn't bothered her at all; she'd been hovering the entire time. That had quite drained her of her energy, and she was starving, but...

Alyosha closed in on Sy, slipping an arm around her shoulder whilst she was looking off into the distance. "Raffle ticket, Madam?" he asked, grinning a little as he held one out to her.