Once the light of morning started to appear the firelight seemed less vibrant. Nakutaro "saw" Garridan getting up then heard him call out that the ice had finished melting. The Seharian boy took a minute or two to grab up handfuls of dirt and toss them onto the flames. People usually turned to water to put out a fire, even though dirt was more reliable. It was just about everywhere, and it could even put out chemical fires. Water couldn't do that, and he didn't get along so well with it, so... yeah.<br/><br/>Once the fire was safely out and wouldn't do any damage while he wasn't watching it Nakutaro stood and began walking toward the ship. He saw the door already open and Garridan already inside. The thought occurred to the Seharian cross that the two of them must be seeing completely different things. He could see all the straight up physical aspects of the entire ship, but Garridan was a mechanic. He probably registered what he saw in a more professional way: judging the quality, workmanship, and probably a bunch of other things Nakutaro would never think of.<br/><br/>The door was elevated a bit from the ground. Being more than a foot shorter than the Graecian/Kai'Lan, Nakutaro had to reach up a bit, grip the sides of the door and lift himself into the craft. It was an odd phenomena that occurred with the vibration-based sight possessed by Seharians that when they were actually in contact with the object they were seeing it became clearer. On the ground the details of the ship had been visible but blurry. Now, standing on it, everything was suddenly sharper. Until seeing the ship in its entirety with this clarity, Nakutaro had been entertaining the idea that perhaps there were still living people inside. Now that wasn't a possibility. He closed his eyes and focused on his Seharian sight, just to be sure. "There really isn't anyone here," he said curiously. "None of those little escape ship things are missing, and I don't they would have left in space suits. How is it possible for an entire crew of people to be completely eradicated?" he asked Garridan.<br/><br/>---------------------<br/><br/>Gwendel's internal clock began to stir him awake. To which he responded by rolling over and trying to fall back asleep. His silvery purple tail swished lazily as he cuddled on the grass for a few more minutes. When he finally opened his eyes, the first thought that came to him was that he'd be late and the ship would leave without him.<br/><br/>Fully energized now, Gwendel jumped up, grabbed the things he'd gathered last night to bring with him and started running toward the crash site. He had to move a bit more slowly than usual to be sure he didn't drop his few things along the way.<br/><br/>---------------------<br/><br/>Ikuto woke up that morning because he felt something tickling his nose. He opened his eyes to see another butterfly sitting there, lazily flapping its wings. "What the fuck?" he muttered, waving it away. "What's wrong with you things? Do I have a sign on me or something? "Welcome all butterflies"? Jeez."<br/><br/>Ikuto glanced at the sun rising in the distance and hopped down from his branch. "You were a nice little tree," he said softly, "but with any luck I'll never see you again." He began walking casually toward the crash site, hands in his pockets. After a few moments he became anxious and his stroll became a sprint.