<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>Fen | Hermes | Ramzi | Korey<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Gaia, ????<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>As pictured, golden rings<br/><strong>Mood:</strong>Isolated<br/><hr/><br/>Adán returned Fen’s glances – and noted complements – with a courteous smile and a nod.  It’s a friendly, if perhaps formal and lightly casual gesture.  Given his short history with the wolf and his words, it was safe to say that Fen was rather in touch with baser instincts.  Fortunately, none among them seemed to be food, so no jaws had snapped.  Ramzi, as he now self-identified, certainly seemed to be at once a foe.  The claws certainly came out, albeit briefly.  Food, foe and… yes, there was another ‘f’ that came not-too-discreetly to mind, which first Niko and now himself seemed the focus of.  It was clearly open hunting season.  You can take the man from the wolf-pack, but it seems the wolf-pack stayed with the man, yes?<br/><br/>Adan’s more self-amusing thoughts got caught off guard twice-over.  First was the matter of Hermes and her continued frenzy, now brought to life with the buzzing sounds around her.  He made a noticeable wince at the aural field she created.  Perhaps the night sounds of the desert – chirping, rushing air, and the stray animal howl – were somehow uncomfortable to her?<br/><br/>Ramzi provided Adán a second reason to interrupt his thoughts, his brow furrowing only briefly as he moved to parse his words through the musical threats of a ‘vengabus coming’ (… at least he had to assume that they were threats?  It sounded like a very bad thing to have coming.)  Korey’s opinion seemed supportive of Ramzi's stance; he had to admit that they were perhaps more logical than his own muddled, if inescapable instinct.<br/><br/>”I’d say we have all in our own way already seen homes that we’ve had become lost, change.  Loss is familiar.  That is not quite the issue.”   Adán continued to walk the path set by Hermes, often flanked by Fen, as he pursed his lips, offering.  ”I have questions, though.  Though I might not be popular with my family, that does not mean that I don't owe it to them to try and find out if our removal was, in essence, a necessary step in a larger plan.  Surely there was reason for this exile, even if we were only test subjects to see if others could be quietly removed without resistance?”  Adán froze in his steps for a moment, adding with a near bitterness under his breath.  ”And if nothing else, I owe it to the fallen to see what on earth they did with my Tecpatl.  I meant everything to those who created it; they gave everything left of themselves to see its creation.  I know well enough to not grab on to things that time has rendered dust; I question truly if it is that time, though.  I owe it to the fallen to question that.”<br/><br/>Adán continued, almost atypically solemnly, more like a child who had been told by an adult that they had aged out of their favorite faded blue baby blanket than a Celestial.  “If nothing else it would have been a cornerstone for a new home, a piece of one place connecting one to the next.”  Adán adedly lowly with a shrug, “Or then again, perhaps it is truly lost…”<br/><br/>It was the kind of thought that gave him a slight shiver despite the warm desert night that stretched across the landscape and creeped through his dark hair.  He stared at the outskirts of the city as they got closer, an alien place to each of his previous concepts of home.<br/><br/>“I guess this is rolling with the punches…,” he spoke, deliberately using Fen’s casual dialect.<br/>