Welcome to Gaia! ::

He smiles widely and turns it about his wrist to examine it better. "It is beautiful, mes'sirrah. I like very much." And indeed he does. For although he has always been dressed warmly and nicely, he had been raised to view such pretties as the realm of the others, those who did not have a duty to perform... to common folk, the ones who were allowed to have friends, families, and property. He's known no other life and has long out grown the jealous years, having learned more of his purpose perhaps than his teachers had thought he'd learn. But that tiny childhood hunger for something to call his own had not been completely abolished. Kero has, whether he knows it or not, struck a chord in the boy that runs fairly deep.

The boys laughs openly and gives him a hug, then asks if he can go and play outside.

When Kero says yes he dashes outside, singing a soft merry tuneless ditty to himsel. He can't carry a melody for the life of him, but he doesn't care and his enthusiasm makes Tam smile.

"Now that is a happy child..." he laughs putting Argeeis to his shoulder and patting her back.

"For now..." says Lyssan glumly. "Kero... I... I hope you are ready for an eruption. He is suppressing things further and further... transferring his love and affection to you far too easily."

Tam nods to thin air and sighs. "Poor kid... old before his time. Did ye see how his eyes lighted up." I wonder if Kero realizes the can of worms he's managed to open in that kid's head.

Lyssan shrugs. "Knowing him, he probably knows and thinks it necessary. And it might be, for all we know. Once chosen... always chosen... in that boy's mind he has always had a purpose for being... take it away and he loses far more than his people... he loses his identity. Right now he is in turmoil... he hasn't quite come to grip with what he's lost or what he's gained.... a life of his own to live for his own purpose whatever he chooses it to be. It is a heady rush when you think about it."

The boy answers sleepily and comes walking from his room rubbing his eyes. "Yes, mes'sirrah?" He is wearing cast off from Bez to sleep in, an old shirt and pants which have been cut down to fit him but on his arm is the bracelet, sparking in the lamp light. It may take an army to remove that from his wrist.

Passura yawned with a sleepy shake of his head. "The winged one made rhythm with words for me. It was really long but she was very nice, told me I could go to sleep while she sang if I wanted to." He pauses for a tiny bit then looks Kero in the eye. "Mes'sirrah, can I ask you a question?"

Passura smiles thinly and lowers his gaze. "Why is the winged one so sad when he is around me? Did one of my people take his wings away?"

The boy nods and turns to go to bed, then looks back over his shoulder. "Then how did he lose them? Did they fall off?"

The boy heads for his bed and all is peaceful on the island for a period of two or three days, then one night, just as Kero was returning from another quick trip into the void, a piercing cry jolts everyone away. Both mental and physical, it shreds all peace form the night and chills everyone to the core.