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>>Silver closes the door then looks over at Tryan, who is staring at her. Part of her feels unnerved, but most of her is blank. There's silence for a few awkward moments<< I'll make some tea.
>>She goes over to a small chest of drawers and pulls out two mugs and some tea. She goes over to her wash basin to pour out some cold water. Putting the tea and a little sugar in the cups she holds one between her hands. It takes longer than normal, but slowly steam rises from the cup. She hands the first one to Tryan before taking the second and sitting down with it. She sits on her bed, tucking her feet up under her. Once steam curls up from her cup she stares into it for a moment before taking a small sip. She burned her tongue<<

>>SilverFang watched Tryan, her eyes following the movement of his tail for a while before settling back on him. When she hears him purr a smile somehow finds it's way to her lips. It was nice that he was contented. She wished she could be. That stirred a number of emotions in her. Taking a hesitant sip from her tea she didn't move or comment. Though as the purring sound continued she wondered if she could pet Tryan<<

>>SilverFang seemed fascinated with the creature before her. But as she stared at him, an odd fear started to creep upon her, it started in her legs and slid up to her belly where it sat cold and hard, then it reached up to squeeze her throat and make her eyes go wide. Her body quaked as she looked at the creatures misshapen form. She couldn't explain her fear, she couldn't rationalize it. Just suddenly she felt that Tryan would do her harm. For a few terrifying moment she was consumed by it. Then Tryan started to purr again and the fear seemed to melt away leaving an awkward memory. Part of her was ashamed at her irrational fear, but mostly she was confused by it's sudden appearance and disappearance. She sat, dumb struck for a few moments before she focused in once again on Tryan, lapping at his tea and she finally found a voice, though it was soft and meek<< Tea's my favorite.

>>Silver watched as Tryan came closer, following his crooked path. She watches him set back down with his tea and start purring. Some time passes in silence as the two of them enjoy their tea before she hesitantly reaches down and starts to pet Tryan<<

>>It was kind of like petting a cat, though Silver had never had one. He was soft and pleasant to the touch. She continued to idly pet him even after he drifted off. Her thoughts wondered and she thought of how she had been neglecting her duties as Moon Child. Tomorrow she would go back to the village and try and act like nothing had happened. She had responsibilities and they had to be taken care of. It would also help take her mind off of things, she hoped. And where was she safer than surrounded by her people?<<

(( I'm gonna say time has passed and it's a few days later... Posting in Lythus! ))

Tryan sat in his doorway, staring across the hall. He had been there since very early that morning, when the sun had just begun to rise, and he hadn't moved. All day. Occasionally he would twitch his tail, bring it around to curl in front of his feet, or perhaps swivel an ear in one direction or another. Once in a while he yawned, fluffed his feathers, but otherwise, he was about as stationary as stationary gets.

Behind him, his room looked just about exactly the same as it had the first time he'd entered it, except both his staff, and the one Ontaros had created for him, sat propped up against the wall.

Finally, hours later, he got up. Taking a step back into his room to give himself space, he spread his wings and gave them a good stretch, followed by just about everything else. When he was done, he gave himself a good shake, folded his wings, and meandered on out down the hall.