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"Perhaps," she was ignorant of the sun, far too engrossed in her drink and thoughts to pay much mind to any of the enviroment around her. Notions were dancing wildly in her head instead of subduing her into a deep meditation, and so she stood and paced a bit.

"But what is capable of great good is also capable of great evil... and to be capable of little... well, then the sin is less great. Perhaps it's foolish, but I'd trade reason and rationale and all my great notions to live as simply as any animal of the forest. Perhaps I'd be carnal and feral, but then I'd live life as it was meant to be, sucking the juice out of every moment and experiencing it all without delusions of self-importance or easily-contrived morals." It was apparent to her, at least, she was talking more and more about herself than some gross generalization. She stopped pacing and blinked, as if suddenly noticing the light.

You should see how he stares at you... you're like a creature of study. He's a scientist now, mind you... more human than you are. He doesn't understand us. The notion of her being like him almost made her visibly gag, but she did now look at Alyosha a bit oddly.

She stared at him a moment, as if really fully seeing him for a hanyou instead of a shy man for a change.. but this didn't cease her frustration. It wasn't that she didn't believe or understand him... that she certainly did, but she didn't want to believe it. She wanted to believe she could live better, more simply as an animal.

"A part of you enjoys it, surely, even if you don't admit it. Perhaps we're two extremes... you yearning to be entirely human and I entirely animal. I don't despise humanity, for they are capable of great good... it is I who I argue is not capable of this vast good, and I assure you, I would love nothing more than to have been restored to life as some banal, starving dog and lament about all the good I could have done than dwell in a humanoid body and do greate evil." She has become somewhat louder and more passionate in her speech than she had realized, but it didn't change her any physically, for nothing short of a celestial movement caused that.

For a moment as the silence filtered across the room and intertwined with the sleepy air of late afternoon, she considered she had said too much and too forcefully. A long gaze out the window as the sun's rays kissing the sky made her lament starting to pour out so much... everyone had their own beliefs.

Maybe she was comforting herself in thinking that ridding people of a human existance wasn't as evil a thing as thought. Maybe she was just convincing herself humanity wasn't a great gift... and destroying the dreams of this man as she went around stampeding on her own.

She impulsively crossed the room and kissed him on the cheek, her lips hovering around his ear as if she were afraid someone would hear her. "You worry too much about returning to a feral state. Not that I ought to speak, but everyone needs to embrace who they are. You are kitsune. I am a neko hanyou. Moderation can be attained, but never in complete denial of one side of your existance." She closed her eyes and stood quietly.

"Not all sides of your existance are so sinful." There was more stress on the 'you' than intended, and he saw her form start to slowly slip away, as if it were slowly fading and reappearing elsewhere.

"I've said too much. I will go." And then she was gone, leaving a nearly empty glass of lemon juice next to a bean-bag chair with the imprint of her form still in it.

Alyosha had not slept well, last night, after Sy had left. He had tossed and turned, burrowing himself into the soft duvet which covered him. His dreams had been odd, not unpleasant but not particularly pleasant either. Just odd. He couldn't remember much of them except that.

He got to his feet, his lean body contorting as he tried to stretch in the low-ceilinged room. His head was clear, now that he was awake, his senses seemed sharpened. His dream, odd as they might have been, had sorted his mind for him, organising his thought as dreams do.

Sure that he had heard someone walking up the corridor (it was that he thought that had finally awoken him) he stepped towards the door and opened it. Noone appeared to be outside... but the scent of someone was lingering. A very pungent someone. Chamomile... maybe or sage.. "Foenix" he murmered, turning around. He just about closed the door when he noticed the parcel and it's note. Picking it up he smiled and, like a child, automatically shook it gently.

"hmmmm" He grinned sneakily, looking around and pulled at the bows.

Alyosha pulled the two cushions out, one after the other. They were beautiful, soft and comfortable. Immediately he plumped the grey one down and say on it, wriggling a little whilst he looked at the other pillow. It was very Acia and he knew it must be for her, from what he'd heard Nehanda had enjoyed herself a lot with Acia.

He sat the pillow at the base of the ladded, to give to Acia when she came back. She was out before he woke up *again* and had come back rather late the evening before. He had warned her not to keep Alli out until all hours.

He noted to himself to remember and send a thank you note or go and see Foenix at some point. This pillows had re-enthused in his mind the idea of restructuring his home so that it could fit all of the new occupants (and maybe more, you never know)

Ieyasu frowned as he stood in the main room. Surely everyone was awake by now? It wasn't that early. Sighing, he decided to look around; see if anyone was about in the building at all.

He started down one of the branching corridors. It didn't seem to lead anywhere important - there were closed doors at various intervals, but he couldn't hear anyone moving about nearby. Making it to the end of the corridor, and finding nobody about, he turned. Time to check the other corridor, then.

Crossing the circular room again, he headed over to the other passage. This one was different - there weren't any doors along it. There was, however a door at the end. Approaching the closed door, Ieyasu paused a few feet away from it, considering.

Whereas the other rooms were silent, he thought he could hear movement on the other side. Sounded like someone was in there at least. And the worst they could do was to tell him to piss off if he disturbed them.

After a moment, he shrugged and knocked.

Pubelo had made her entrance through the doors to the inside of the Centre, silently swooping and spreading her paws to land gracefully on the ground, her flight feather tips just brushing the ground and folded back upon her back. It also marked the entrance of her guardian, Fae, who followed her closely. The little owl/wolf always loved to fly ahead of Fae, which could lead to tragedy one day if she wasn't careful.

Fae's pony tail bounced behind her head, looking this way and that for anyone inside. She had a few questions to ask, pertaining mainly to Alyosha. Although, the girl had a feeling here questions couldn't be fully solved, she'd at least ask. What would it hurt?

"Hello?" Fae called out, her voice echoing through the empty main plaza. She bit her lip and held her bagstrap to her shoulder. Silence.

"Peep?" The gryphon cocked her head to either side and looked quite amusing. She trotted around until a red ball in a toy box caught her eye, sitting there in the corner of the room. She hooted, befuddled, then pranced over and pawed at it. The red ball fell out of the box and rolled across the floor, the Aerandir having quite excitment from this, she chased after it around the room, trying to pick it up with her small beak with never any sucess.

Fae giggled, placing her hand over her mouth. Well, if she couldn't find anyone right now, the least she got out of this, or rather Pueblo, was some new found play time.

Nyxa perked as she heard a familiar voice, "Fae?" Rising, Nyxa made her way to where she'd figured the voice originated from, Luc disinterestedly following. Vainly he attempted to fly, though he wasn't getting any better at it. He could stay aloft for only a few moments before flailing and landing messily on his padded feet.

Turning the corner, Nyxa caught sight of Fae and her Aerandir. Nyxa's gray eyes widened as she clapped her hands in delight. "Faeee! Your Aerandir is gorgeous!"

Luc's black, pitless eyes rested staidly on the other gryphon. Neck feathers instanly fluffed, wings lowered. With a low 'bawk' of greeting, he moved towards the gorgeous Aerandir, a very interested look in his eyes.