Akhmin, rigorously plucking the metal feathers from the bird's body, throws them within a woven basket. Alex looks up at Akhmin and speaks one little word, a name. "Elkh...ra." Akhmin stuffs the last feather in the basket. They are tinged and laced with shiny metal fronds. "That's one of the hunter's kin, his finch." Akhmin says, taking the plucked body, tying it up, and storing it in the shed. Alex looks over to him, mouth still dripping, glowing blue and streaming down his chin. It dissipates on the ground like a bluish cold mist and disappears as the sun is almost set in the distance. Akhmin twists his brow at him before closing the doors. "And… once we've gotten rest we're going to fix that rip in your back…" Alex holds his hand to his mouth, blotting the stream from his chin as Akhmin walks toward the bovins. Alex's curiosity is surrounding this blood. The viscera of the bird is slightly pink, yet, his isn't the same. Is he not from here? There has also been the constant static brushing through his skull for some time after Achiin came back.

As he gets up to walk closer to the cabin, the static he heard earlier gets louder. A small pittering noise is heard in the back of the house. Alex is quite unsure what is going on and is afraid to get closer to whatever is causing this brash singing in his ears. He opens the door as it creaks, observing a flickering, fluorescent green light in a room next to Seff's. He slowly walks toward it. Skittering grows louder as the static becomes more of a voice jumbled in a snowy noise trying to find its way through the barrier of sound. Alex turns the corner but before he could spot the source of it, a creature runs under his feet, the static turning into screeching, making him lose balance as he clutches his head in pain. Achiin shouts in anguish, "No!! Come back!!" The creature runs off down the steps and into the tall, fungal grasses. "You need the little wire thingy in your wacha-ma-jig!--"

Achiin starts running after his new metal friend. Alex looks out the door to spot the two rustling in the grass in the dark of the afternoon, causing the ground to glow and flash like a lightshow. Akhmin looks over to the sight of mini fireworks and rushes over to Alex. "What is all this noise I keep hearing? You're going ta wake the bovins!…" Achiin is startled, holding the creature under him trying to calm it. "N-nothing at all just… wrestling with some tubers over here! Eheh… for a snack tomorrow!" Akhmin is puzzled and suspicious about this. Tubers that glow are poisonous ones. They emit a neurotoxin that causes paralysis of anything it touches and is a fungal flora that grows in tall grasses. "Achiin, you aren't sick are you?" Achiin Looks left, right, up and down with such a guilty look on their face. Akhmin pinches the bridge of their snout, angrily losing patience. "Achiin, come out right now..." Achiin sighs loudly and says "ugh" in dismay as he drags the creature by its tail up the stairs and on the deck. Akhmin adjusts his spectacles and looks at this 'creature' that Achiin found. "Take it inside right now" Achiin stares at him in confusion. "Wait, you mean it?!" Akhmin shakes his head. "You don't get to have it as a pet or play around with it. It's a mekan. We do not mess with the mekan, living or not." Achiin is still excited despite the news given and runs in with it still being dragged in mid-air. "Treat it gently--!!... oh... Khylaaa..." He brushes back his feathers stressfully and sits on the porch with Alex, holding his head.

Alex beats the side of his head with his palm a couple of times to drown the static noise and yawns. Akhmin, groans and speaks to him, "The mekan... they are an old tale. At least... they 'were'. Yes they exist but the deeper lore behind them was lost to us Empyria as the islands rose higher." Alex looks to him in interest of his story. Although supposedly 'born' here, he doesn't know much of the land nor the beings. "Get some sleep, Alex. Got a big day tomorrow" Alex nods and smiles, walking inside. Before shutting the door, Akhmin clarifies he can sleep in Seff's room. Alex looks around and sees Seff's door slightly opened, a fluffy feather ball is curled up, snoozing on fluffy pillows galore. A hammock latticed and off-white is placed above a storage shelf near the ceiling. Achiin isn't there. It seems he's sleeping somewhere else along with whatever he was holding.

As Seff is peacefully curled up in the corner of his room, his wings splayed out as he snores away. Alex carefully moves Seff's right wing as he tries to sit. Seff changes direction, still sleeping. Alex stares at the ceiling, relaying information he's gathered, his local memory archive should be enough to store everything he sees and experiences. He didn't get to see what the Cylanta he heard about looked like or tasted like, but he was looking forward to finding out. He also wonders what the "glowing tubers" are, and, despite them being inedible, maybe he could try them. Over time, he starts closing his eyes after laying down, his vision becoming darker until finally, he drifts into his dream world yet again.