Welcome to Gaia! ::

Gribbing her hand he looked around. Quin thought to himself how he must wander his house more often, he knowed so little about it it parralled what he knew of the clan and that didn't help him much since he didn't know all the members yet despite how close nit a group it was. He wondered what Morgan was thinking and asked her.

Quin gave a sly smile, fun where often different terms when used for different people, in the case of Chanti is most often seemed to be the teasing kind, "What kind of fun are you thinking of love?" kissing her back, "That be strange if she was."

"That is interesting." Tilting his head to kiss the top of her's, "But I see a flaw, while you may have such powers when you can achieve this, but how are you to know if she is walking and if you do how are you to tell someone else. But we can think of a way around that later, tell me, what were these memories."

"That may work if it is easy to notice when she is walking with someone, I do not know." Thinking over what he had told her, "There is more to her then first appears, perhaps we should subtly try to find out what this memorie of her's means."

"Well Rivven was the one that woke you up, we should question him first and see what he saw, then we could look for similar happenings." Lifting his head he gave her a quick kiss, "She is knew, we can learn of her past, she's asked me of mine, the least she can do is extend the kindness."

"So nothing like you looking like you where having a bad dream or that kind of behavior." Shaking his head slightly, "Looks like we have are work cut out for us. As for her not devulging of details. There are always ways to bring it up in not so direct maners, you saw into her memories, almost a dream because it repeated itself. She made reference to such things happening when she drinks only today."

"I'm sorry love, I mis-spoke, I ment that today when we where talking about my up coming trip the conversation moved to beer, she said that drinking led to dreams and she looked troubled at that point. Perhaps those dreams are the repetition of her memories. As for guinea pig, I think I saw one once strange creatures, you have done this before, so maybe you. But we would hold off since I will be leaving soon for my tours and you have your own trip."

Quin watched her go, a silent bye caught in his throat. Alone in a room who's soul illumination was the lights that drifted through heavily veiled windows. "So that's what I'm like." his voice felt detached even to him. Deep inside it felt as though he had lost a little. Wandering through mental paths, going through the begining of meeting Morgan, showing her his library. Remarking how she still hadn't returned his book yet. The day she showed him how to channel ki and use magic. What a fool he was when he showed her gun powder and how she threaten his life. The danger they had gone through, the friendship he hope wouldn't die. Sitting up, a small smile pressed on his lips in the gloom. Was it over? Who could tell? He heard the rumors of Rivven's plans, he knew of the purchase. He knew how they acted together, Rivven was always showing how he felt, Quin had always bottled them up, letting it slip through from time to time. "Perhaps going to the country side will help." he said allowed, hollow words echoed in his ears, "So this is how it ends, maybe it's best this way..." His body shuddered, was it the coldness in the room, or the chill in his bones; either way he felt the small trickles of tears fall slowly. Drip, drip, drip, splotting on the blankets she had slept in only earlier. "I've lost you... and there is no way for me to change it." Clutching the sheets in his fists he threw himself down on the bed. Clinging to the pillow she had lain her head on, trying in vain to capture the moment where he had held her body so. Sighing to himself he dried eyes and left the room. Trying to get away, trying to block the memories, but they were too fresh, too new, too many. Finding his way down to his sellar he locked the door, he had no desire to be disturbed, grabbing a bottle of wine to drink, talking with those that are dead. Ranting to them about how unfair the world was, sobbing before them, begging them for help, but no replies came and his emotions bleed as the wine flow. Finding himself alone among the dead which he morbidly thought of has his home, cradeling a bottle long empty, his body tired out from his actions, the rabit swings of moods he put his mind through, all together led to his collasp. "ahh s**t ********" he mutter before he was lost in blackness.