<div class="floatleft">(https://ilarge.lisimg.com/image/11990054/934full-diego-barrueco.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Fen Ylfingr (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=303102.msg14805158#msg14805158)<br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong>The Group<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Gaia, Unknown<br/><strong>?Wearing:</strong>This (https://i.imgur.com/U5yYYEE.jpg)<br/><strong>?Mood:</strong>Mixed defensive, contemplative, curious, and lost<br/><hr/><br/>Blinking, Fen tilts his head at Korey. "What sun?" He asks, amused, even as he blatantly directs his head up at the night sky. "I think we're good. Though depends how long we're out here, I guess." Looking around, he grimaces. That the flower girl has healing powers is oddly fitting, and he does his best to make it look like he's not watching even as he keeps half an eye on the pair, curious. "Hey plant lady, I don't suppose you've spent much time on Gaia? You recognize any of these?" He gestures around them at the sparse foliage. Fen doesn't exactly have a green thumb himself, but he knows there are plants only grow in certain areas. Maybe they can get a direction based off that?<br/><br/>"Niche?" Fen questions, squinting slightly at Adan. "What, like your sexual preferences or?" He starts, breaking off only as he realizes that might be a bit too personal to ask someone he just met. Fen always did have a bit of a problem with knowing when he went too far. Something he suspects played a bit of a part in others attitude towards him. He tries, really, he's just... a very blunt person, and he doesn't like being curious about something and not being able to ask. He offers Adan a half-apologetic shrug, but still wants his question answered.<br/><br/>Grimacing slightly, he supposes he deserved that. "Yeah, well." He trails off for a moment before forcefully shaking the mood away. "I like Gaia." He defends. "They have interesting books. Back home the best thing I can really do is torture the old fuckers with my mere presence. They never did like that I broke their tether, let alone made it my Armament." He snickers, almost fond before he remembers he's been exiled and he goes quiet, more contemplative. Strange to think he might never go back. It's hard to hold onto anger when loss begins to take its place. He merely nods to the comment of a common goal. One way or the other, Fen is determined to get back. If that means finding a way to remove those asshats from power.. or their heads from their shoulders... well. Not the first time he's thought about murdering them, just. Perhaps the first time it might actually come to that.<br/><br/>Staring down at the dirt, he wonders. Broken out of his thoughts by Niko, he snorts. "Yeah, keep telling yourself that buddy. Me? I intend to get back. Gaia is a good place to visit but it isn't<em>home</em>, y'know?" That Niko professes to like him makes him pause, somewhat taken aback. Most people tend to find him grating, Fen has found. He's not sure how he feels about Niko, but at least the view is good. "Tch, figures. They kept<em>me</em>in a cage for a few days before dragging me to that so-called farce of a trial. I guess you're a favorite." His tone is dry, and while he might be bitter about it, it's also something he's used to. Some things never change.<br/><br/>"Ugh, now look what you've done. I'm agreeing with The Arbiter." He playfully pouts at Niko, mood seemingly shifting from moment to the next fast enough it's hard to tell which is real. "So avoid the mortals, got it. I... gotta agree though, probably best we don't separate." Not least because he doesn't want The Arbiter sneaking up on him when he's alone or not suspecting an attack. Stretching, he looks back down to the dirt. "I wonder... gimmie a sec."<br/><br/>Form shifting again, instead of his mass expanding it seems to shrink and elongate. Fur explodes into existence even as bones crack, and when it ends he lets out a 'whuff', now fully in the shape of a rather normal looking wolf. He sniffs and paws at the ground, moving in a loping pattern around the group. He looks out into the dark and cocks his head, before padding back and shifting into his more 'normal' form with a groan. "Oof. Hate doing that so quickly. But yeah, I think we're in Arizona. The dirt smells like it, at least." Seeing or perhaps imagining looks, he asks defensively, "What? I like to travel. And there are wolf packs here." He crosses his arms, grumbling.