<br/><div class="floatleft">(https://66.media.tumblr.com/97b57f60d56d842e3d1df85b70fe905e/tumblr_pq0mv4gBXa1v7qsymo1_540.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Adán Carmesí (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=303102.msg14805159#msg14805159)<br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong>Everyone<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Gaia, ????<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>As pictured, golden rings<br/><strong>Mood:</strong>Isolated<br/><hr/><br/>Adán offered a wrinkled brow to Fen’s questioning.  It was not typical for him to be questioned about his knowledge of the people of Gaia.  Then again, many of those he kept company with had not seen its blue sky for hundreds of years.  Even the briefest of visits was a measure of obstinance or stupidity in their opinion.  “Later than many, but I fear my reasons to come here are more and more… niche.”  Adán allowed the moment to weigh down his expression for a brief moment as he regarded Fen.  “I suppose the return would be more and exciting for you, seeing that you spent such an unfortunate amount of time…”  At that he let his sentence drift off.<br/><br/>He gave a nod to Ramzi.  It was a conclusion that he was coming to as well, even though he still was not sure how he felt about the prospect.  “If nothing else we have a common goal, I would imagine.  To get back.”  Not that Adán knew what that would accomplish without somehow proving his innocence over an unknown slight.  It was something to hold on to, though…. Some sort of metaphorical consolation prize to his missing tecpatl if nothing else.  “Tell me then, former arbiter?  What techniques would these you speak of use?  Are we better in the middle of nothing, or everything?  What draws a target upon our backs?”<br/><br/>Not that Adán even knew if working in the shadows was the right approach.  When the enemy was so unknown, though, it seemed unwise to reach out too quickly.  If he – if<em>they</em>– were to do so, perhaps it was best on their own terms.<br/><br/>He glanced towards Niko and Korey, nose flaring slightly at the interaction.  Still he nodded at talk of shelter despite Ramzi’s reluctance.  “Knowing where we are couldn’t be a bad thing.  Knowing where to return to if we go somewhere, where to meet…”  He gave a languid shrug.  Perhaps some part of him just longed to see the children of the planet, he mused to himself.  If nothing else to clarify with them what crime it was to refer to ‘moving pictures’.<br/>