Welcome to Gaia! ::

((Nate can't let stuff fly by if he's not even bothering to put up a profile let alone participate. And it's expected that people not know what's up with earth because I have yet to fix the background information so that it includes that little update.))

Pen waited in patience, though her eyes moved over the other slaves up for display, looking for anyone she recognized, and anything else of interest. An empty cage with a moth symbol made her pause and raise an eyebrow. She quickly forgot herself, and spoke out of turn, glancing at the market employee. "Has there been an arrival of a red-eyed woman recently?"

(Nate is a thief for stealing my name whoever this Nate is... I just had to put that out there cause I'm bored...and yay for Grand Marnier)

((You did say it was uninhabited.And Xeen is trying to avoid teleporting, last time he did, he got lost.))
Eric lowered the cane, shooting him a look.
"Get the boy. I'll go get the girl." He said, hopping back over the counter, "You two! Let's go!"

Back on the shuttle, Clar Nex was weeping. "Why? Butterfly, why? I followed the signs... Wasn't buying her what you wanted me to do? Wasn't she the one..." There were sobs under the black cloak.

Colors warped, and a woman dressed in brown and a monarch butterfly mask sat down beside Clar on the bench, reaching down to cradle the dying OWL in her arms.

"Shhh, Clari. Shhhh, my little bright one."

"I just don't understand, Butterfly... Why would you have me free her if she was to leave that soon? Who is to help me?" Clar's eyes stayed closed as the hood fell away, still sobbing.

"Oh, my little one... I didn't know. People have free will, and I could not stop those who found her. I thought she would at least be with you a few days, enough to help you." The woman in brown hugged Clar tighter. "I'm so sorry, Clari. I know you have no money left. She was the only one I could find for you."

"It's... it's okay, goddess. You... tried your best." Clar Nex sounded more and more tired, as if she never wanted to move again.

The only response was a whisper. "I will name a dragon for you, Clarmythsandra. I will never forget your name."

The leper chuckled wetly. "You never did like the Nex part, did you. Did you hate him, Lady? Is that why he died so--"

The coughs started again, wracking Clar's body like earthquakes, and the woman in brown held on tightly, eyes closed and intentions soothing. The attack soon stopped, though Clar had no breath for many long moments.

The woman replied in a low, regretful voice, "He was never good enough for you, my Clari. And it really did ruin your name, you know? So ugly, 'Clar Nex.'" There was the impression that she was disgusted. "But what he did, he did to himself. I just didn't... stop it. He was not under my favor, not even with your prayers to keep him."

Clar breathed oddly, almost as if she were trying to laugh. "Yeah. I prayed a lot. Sorry for praying to his god, Dear One."

The woman laughed gently. "No, Clari. Clarmythsandra, the bright helper who isn't quite real. It is you who are my Dear One."
~~~~~

When the shuttle pulled into Torrent Station on autopilot, no one answered the comm. A search revealed only one passenger: An ash-filled urn etched in butterfly designs, with the name "Clarmythsandra c** Clar Nex" inscribed upon it.

Xeen looked to the comm array.
"We might be able salvage something from there."

"We might as well give it a try."