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Arethusa watched the dual ruckuses from the relative safety of the porch. Jennyl and Ayni were fighting over some inane thing, and the two males... She didn't know what they were fighting over, but the fact that they were knocking each other against the side of the house made her disinclined to find out.

She sighed, staring up towards the night sky. Her life hadn't changed all that much with the mass migration of the town's humans. She had come into this household when there were already dozens of Dustlings, to say nothing of the Serpents or Foxes, and while treated well, the two human women didn't give her much more attention than making sure she was fed and healthy. But she would admit, it had been much quieter when the pair resided there.

As the house rattled again, Arethusa let out an irate chirp. That had been far too close for her comfort, and she didn't want to become caught in the crossfire. She stood, stretching her legs before she went down the steps. She glanced towards the roof, thinking that, while not out of Tiergan's range, Brendal was ground-bound, so that was where their tussle would likely stay. She went around the side of the house towards the trellis meant for roses or plants to grow on, still sound enough to climb. It was easier to do that than fly, and, swift as can be, she worked her way up to the roof.

She blinked when she saw Alaric after she'd gotten up there, a little surprised. Then again, how many of the Dusts without wings go on the roof? And Alaric generally seemed to prefer a low profile. Deciding that, since she was already here, the least she could do was be polite and ask if she could join him. "Good evening, Alaric... I see I wasn't the only one to think of hiding here."

"Is it that obvious?" Arethusa said with a soft, tired chuckle, flinching a little at the rattling of someone being knocked into the wall again. She strides over towards the edge to peer down at them. "If Vellir has to come outside because of their stupidity, no one will be getting any rest tonight," she muttered, low enough so only Alaric could hear.

Shaking her head, she peers back at the brightly colored male. Her eyes slip to the stray feather he'd been fiddling with for a moment before she settles onto her hindquarters, her wings ruffling in mild agitation. "Is it a male dominance thing, or do they just enjoy trying to beat each other senseless?"

Arethusa couldn't help but agree with Alaric's statement, that Vellir should move on and take full reign of the clan rather than waste away, waiting for a Dustling who may never return. But she did have her sympathy for the clan matron, who felt so deeply for her first and only lover. She'd never felt that way for anyone.

She shakes her head at his words, sighing softly. "If they hate each other so much, I don't see why they remain within such close proximity. There are so many places they can go within the town alone, to say nothing of the mountains and the forest bordering us." The blue and silver femme can only shake her head, thinking that so many of the clan had become fools in the long time since its leader had abandoned them. At least the Serpents and the Foxes held together, united under Nyx and Naiya. It seemed so strange that that should happen, but the Dustlings clan had nearly collapsed to the infighting and petty differences.

She pulled herself from these dark thoughts, focusing on Alaric again. The male hardly had anyone for company these days. She felt sympathy for him too. These times brought a great deal of loneliness too. "I guess I just got tired of being alone with my thoughts," she answered honestly enough. "Brooding on things leads to nothing good."

"Mmm... Just missing the quiet," Arethusa answered softly, glad that the house was no longer rattling. "Even if it wasn't always peaceful, it used to be so much more quiet."

She laughs a little, canting her head to the side. "I like some excitement, mind you... But everything is so frantic now, chaotic. At least when that leching freeloader Laurent isn't hitting on me or one of the other girls." She shudders softly. She didn't like Laurent. She didn't trust him - he was interested in his own satisfaction and nothing more, or at least that's how it seemed to her.

She sighs, shaking her head after a moment. "But that's not news, is it? We all know he's all looks and charm, nothing else. Slime." She shifts to lay down, resting her head upon her forepaws. "Hmm... What do you do to distract yourself from melancholy thoughts? They seem to be all I dwell on."

Arethusa canted her head to the side, smiling softly. Somehow, it didn't surprise her that Alaric liked flowers, but she didn't think there was anything wrong with that. She closed her eyes for a moment, trying to picture the place he described, lovely and quiet and peaceful, but having difficulty. When she opens her eyes again, her sapphire gaze focuses upon him.

"Would you show me? Would you show me this place? I mean, if you aren't trying to keep it a secret," she questioned, pushing herself back to her paws. She took a few steps closer, until there was maybe two feet between them, possibly less. She was truly interested in seeing Alaric's retreat.

Arethusa blinked at Alaric's behavior, backing up some as she thought she was violating his personal space. She tilts her head to the side, looking concerned at his sudden awkward shyness. Shifting anxiously on her own paws, she said, "Because it sounds nice... And lovely. I like flowers."

She sighs quietly, looking up towards the sky for a second time that night. "I don't know... It sounds peaceful, serene... We haven't really had that in some time."

Arethusa's expression was a mix of concern and confusion, not understanding why he was being so standoffish about her request. She'd noticed that he didn't spend much time around the females of the clan, and he was a little shy when he did. She guessed that was it, at least for the most part.

Not wanting to pry and make him even more uncomfortable, she offers a demure nod, wings ruffling as she rises back up. She strides towards the head of the house, planning to jump from here to the overhang over the porch, then to the ground before the went to her place in the barn. She glances back to him, excitement rising in her at the thought of seeing this place with flowers. "Have a pleasant night, Alaric... I'll see you in the morning."