Welcome to Gaia! ::

Fae listened to Orian over her cup of tea and breakfast, making sure every detail he told her registered. Swallowing, he still didn't answer how he wound up here. "What were you doing in the first place on a ship? Something about Galanie, you mentioned," she spoked once he finished.

"Ah, yes, preservation," she thought aloud. "This is a private island off of Gambino, Gaia. Aerandir, a former anthro-humanoid species inhabitant this island. Then something occured and the race was wiped out," she eplained. "Or so it goes something like that. Anyway, a team of archeologists unburied artifacts that once put together, would transform into a little creature." She paused. "You may have saw Pueblo last night. She's my little Aerandir. They go through many stages, but she's only in her gryphonic stage as of right now. Now, more people have been coming to this island to make residence and help raise the Aerandir back into a thriving community," she grinned, the thought of how she surely sounded crazy.

Just then, Pueblo had flown upstairs to see what was all the racket. Oh...it was that stranger-man. She shyly stood near the hole and looked around for somewhere to hide. No where, really, and his 'scent' was all over the couch with blankets and pillows. Euch. She whimpered and stared over at the two humans. Perhaps he was alright if Fae trusted him.

Fae frowned at how seemingly lost the man had realized he was. She finished off her tea and got up to look for a map. She knew of the one pinned up above her desk downstairs, but that was of only Cetalu. Looking amoung the bookshelfs near his sleeping area, she finally flacked out a tampered map that was rolled up beyond its years. She walked back over and pushed her dishes aside to lay it out flatly. "Does this help?" She asked. It was a pretty far regional map, exceeding past the origins of Gaia itself.

She stood next to him, though, uncomfortably, she scoot to the side to allow him room. Darn her nerves. "Huh? How'd you gu-" She looke behind her to find the gryphon about the size of a large house-cat standing there. "Yeah, Pueblo's a barn owl/wolf mix," she smiled as she summoned her little one to her. "It's okay, he's a friend. His name's Orian Ironfist," she reassured the gryphon.

Pueblo credenced Fae's words and padded up to her but still eyed Orian a bit. Her wings stayed folded up on her back, and though they looked fine, she reminded herself she'd have to preen them to perfection soon. "Peep," she cried, nuzzling Fae's ankle and wagged her tail a bit. She then looked up to the new man unnervingly. She didn't blink, nor seemed to breath. Such a stark white face staring at someone for so long could get to you afterawhile.

Fae smiled slightly, then frowned to Orian. "What do you plan to do?" She finally asked. "I suppose we could go to the Centre and see about finding you someplace to stay. But Alyosha may still be in the midst of construction, so you may have to stay with me for awhile. Unless you decide to take a ship back to your home..." She ended, somewhat dissapointed in her tone.

Fae chewed her lip. "I'm sorry," she whispered in lack of a clear throat. "Yes, Alyosha is the man in charge." She questioned the word 'man', then shrugged it off. Nothing was normal here as far as she was concerned. What did the word 'normal' mean, anymore? "Oh, no, I guess I wouldn't..." she started to clammer. "You're welcomed too, though, I wouldn't expect the couch is terribly comfty," she freated. As Orian mentioned about making a home, she shook her head and flailed her arms slightly. "Nono! You wouldn't have to. I mean, I'm sure you could get a house...wait, no, that wouldn't work." He had to be.."I mean, if you have no where to go, then perhaps you could stay here. But that would mean you would have to raise an Aerandir..." She looked hopeful, for whatever reason.

As her beady eyes watched the hand fall down for her, she blinked at it before she stretched her neck out and nibbled gently on his finger. She gave a small, friendly trill before her tail swayed side to side. He seemed nice, she thought.

Fae watched Pueblo and was relieved she had accepted the man. "Well, perhaps we could head over to the Centre? Maybe you should get a shirt first, unless you want attention attracted to your arm," she nodded to it.

Fae bit back shyly. "Sorry," she apologized. She didn't know why she was so excited about situating him here, but she nodded and wandered downstairs to get ashirt.

Pasively, Pueblo allowed Orian to scritch her where ever he pleased, so long as it wasn't caustic scratching. She sat down, her ears just poking above the wooden seat and wagged her tail slightly. Her head then craned back to look at him some more and watched his face. She was always watching.

Fae soon came up with an XL long sleeved shirt and handed it out to him. It was plain, nothing like floral print or such girly symbols were found. "I hope this is good. Imade sure it was breathable so you wouldn't get too hot in it. Or, if you want, we could always get rid of one sleeve," she grinned, somewhat joking, but only if he didn't agree. After they situated, she scooped up Pueblo and headed out the door. "Unluckfuly, the Centre is far on the other side," she pointed through the fog. "But people shouldn't be up yet and we can hang out at the Centre." They walked down the front porch, passing Twizzy who was watching them from the hammock, then headed across the path.