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Silva nodded, shrugging slightly at the hasty retreat. So what was he supposed to do? Even if he DID care, he had never met the kid, didn't know where or who he liked to hang out with, other than what the blue guy had told him. Hell, he didn't even have his "scent."

Running out and looking for him just struck him as idiotic... But he WAS interested in finding another feien. The white one that knew everything. He scowled, cursing himself for a fool for not having asked the blue guy if he knew where to find him. With a muttered cuss he dropped down from where he was and ran out the door, looking for the blue feien that had just left.

Ianios' blue eyes fluttered open, and he groaned, nearly pitching backwards. His head pounded. Oh flaming dragons, what had he drank last night?? Even the light that streamed in was too much for him. He leaned his head over on Celaien's shoulder. "Gah....what happened?" he muttered into his shoulder.

Ianios nodded, enjoying the touch. "Yeah...whole hell of a lot." He closed his eyes tight, using the shadow of the red feien's shoulder for protection. Now he knew why Rynn told him to avoid the alcoholic drinks, like wine and beer. But she hadn't mention sake. "That feels good."

Ianios leaned on Celaien, and once he settled into the darkened corner, he relaxed more. But his head pounded something fierce. Would it ever pass? He sighed, reaching up to rub his temples. He liked Celaien, that was for sure. "Thank you." His whole head felt as if it'd come off it hurt so much. The warm feelings were gone and what was left made him feel all terrible. He wanted to curl up and die he felt so awful.

Ianios visibly relaxed, sighing softly. He nearly purred, and tried to rumble as Rynn had once when she was pleased, but neither sound came out quite right. He leaned back against Celaien's hands. "You're good at that."

Ianios leaned back into Celaien's arms. "Had been thinking, really. What if I'm not good enough for Nero? His father certainly dislikes me. I'm trouble, seem to get most hurt around me, though I try not too. I get the feeling the others don't like me, Nero just trying to please me." He sighed deeply. "Shalafi spoke of gemstones, merging with one. I think I'd be better off doing that than breeding. No one needs more of me running around." He rubbed his eyes for a moment. "The sake just helped bring it all up to the surface. It's a fear...that no one will want me."

Ianios turned his head quickly and whimpered. Too fast! Gods, that hurt badly. "You would?" he asked as that stab of pain past. He blinked, turning so he could see Celaien better. His hand came out, brushing his cheek. "Seriously?" He was torn. He did like him, he did, but he liked Nero as well. But Celaien wasn't forbidden to see him. He had no intention of hurting either, but maybe he should let Nero go. Perhaps it'd be better. Oh lord...he was torn between them. But hey, he could love more than one! Who said he had to choose one? He tried finding the right words. "I..I'd be honored. I don't want to hurt either of you, but I'm honored." Was he messing this up? He hoped not. He was feeling all warm again, but this was a different warmth. "Celaien, I dunno how good I am, but I'll do my best by you. And Nero as well."