Ijemaru ate his meal quietly, but was tempted to start some conversation and break the unusual silence within the group. Disregarding any other personal issues, they were probably all tired from the journey, so some quiet was natural. It still seemed odd for Skippy to be docile for so long, but the young human didn't feel like thinking much on the matter.<br/><br/>The boy finished his meal shortly after Skippy, and trailed upstairs after him. He paused briefly in front of the Anithrope's door, tempted to sneak inside and get a closer look at that orb, but he couldn't be sure when Nymeri would be arriving, and he didn't know how light a sleeper the squirrel-boy was. He decided not to chance it and continued on to his and Black's room. The demon was already fast asleep when he arrived, and the boy made no moves to wake him. He fell asleep quickly, waking briefly when Black rose to go hunting, but dosing off again shortly thereafter.<br/><br/>--------------------------<br/><br/>Demons as a race could tolerate a wide variety of climates, but Black was suited to a more moderate temperature and forested surroundings. The wind felt good as he cut through it, and he flew almost slowly to savor the moment. Upon reaching the forest he'd spotted his prey within seconds and moved in quickly to begin his meal.<br/><br/>The demon swooped down and grabbed the creature, sending an electrical current through it that ended its struggles permanently. Since they were now unnecessary, Black retracted his wings and sat down to eat. He'd been so focused on his meal that he hadn't noticed anyone behind him until they announced their presence with an audible landing. Black turned his head to look at whoever had approached him, taking in a visual and memorizing the scent. He was ready to fight if necessary, but this guest wasn't striking him as immediately hostile. This opinion was supported by the boy's bow and words:<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"Damien Lunaire is my name. I am a Water Master traveling from the Land of Fae in search of learning a new magic. I am sorry to disturb you in your meal, but at first glance, I thought you might be one of my kin."</span><br/><br/>The words coupled with the scent made it plain enough that this boy was a Night Faerie. "Sorry," Black replied. "I'm no Night Faerie." He stopped eating for a minute to address the boy. "Name's Black. I'm surprised you approached me after finding out I'm not what you thought I was. You lonely traveling alone?"