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Something catches Ziven's eye off in the distance, she sees a figure floating a good three feet or more off of the ground, in what appears to be a lounging position, head tipped back staring up at the sky. It was infact a good evening to the watching the heavens, the sun was slowly tucking itself below the horizon, oranges and yellows, purples and reds painted the sky and the few clouds over head, and behind the beautiful colors, tiny pinholes of light were flickering through it all, some faintly, some not so much.

Another thing was brought to Ziven's attention as she watched, the wind was acting very strangly, though it wasn't strong, it was being extremely spontaneous in it's direction, blowing in one direction, then soon changing into another, but one thing did seem to remain constant, the intervals between shifts, however by the time this oddity had been realized, something else was on the wind... a soft voice whispered in the winds 'So we meet again friend...'

Tilting her head, a smile on her lips, she began to realize something, but was soon distracted by the sound of someones voice. Smile broadening, she turned about. "Indeed, greetings, friend." she said in a lyrical tone, the sound of amusement and happiness in her words. "Are you well?"

"Meditation?" she asked cheerfully, tilting her head in the opposite direction, still curious as a kitten to know more of what he was doing.

Suddenly all the support beneath him gave out and with a slight twist he landed in a crouching position looking towards Ziven, a warm and familiar smile shown on his face. He simply replies with one word. "Twilight." He stands, watching her a moment before looking towards the sky. The wind rustles his hair some and even tosses the two braids in front around some as he looks to the heavens.

Ontaros throws his arms out to his sides, almost as though he were about to stretch, but his forarms come up and his hands tuck neatly behind his head as he falls backwards to be caught at the last minute by what looks like a cloud that suddenly manifested itself into being. Ontaros's silver eyes were locked on the sky, but he spoke as though his attention was fully on Ziven. "They say that when the twilight of each day comes, the time that the sun is slowly sinking, gradually retiring behind the horizon, and the moon boldly reaches up from the ground in an attempt to steal the sun's beautiful throne in the sky, when the stars who had hid from the sun's light all day, finally begin to show their faces, but dare not attempt to boast their own brilliance until the sun is long since gone. It is in that time that they say that all is right, all is at balance in the world. Everything is in it's truest and purest of states, not bullied by the sweltering sun, nor enveloped in the darkness that the moon softly caresses every night. It's in this harmony that the world finds it's truest self. It is only then that the sky and the clouds begin to express who they really are and the emotions they really hold, it is only then that the sky can paint it's soul onto the canvass of the oncoming night. Everything begins to show itself for what it really is, even though it is only in this brief window of time each night." His eyes slip closed and he sighs deeply. "The colors, the pictures painted, all of it makes me feel somehow at home."

" Ma'am, it may last only a short wile but they come again, There is nothing as certain as the rising and setting of the sun." This was the only thing that fox said and he still stud there looking at the two of them for a moment then he stated walking twords them. his feet where heavy like always when he moved.