Akhmin looks down at the shard of titanium he was holding. Elkhra listening to his expertise. "Alex didn't get get hurt from the cloud's sparks... because he was holding more of this. It's a grounded component many use in their engineering." Elkhra is fascinated as he only lives near the village and has never been near much mechanical things, only such things as iron and wood. Sometimes copper. Although, despite this, he has seen a fair amount of odd metalloids while scavenging Chiros but none of them looked as similar as this one. They both sip their teas down. Akhmin gets up and looks out the window just a bit. "Hm... Sadly the plans will have to wait until this problem is solved..." Elkhra looks at the ground and looks back at where Alex is resting, frowning, "What... happened exactly?" Akhmin shakes his head gently, "Nothing you need to be too concerned about... Alex just needed time alone is all." Akhmin watches Alex breathing slowly.

Alex awakes in the place he was the first time he dreamt his nightmares. This time, however, the space was silent and devoid of shapes. No constellations, no planets, very plain skies all around. Still dark of course. The metalloid waters were still echoing as he lay on the ground, opening his eyes upon it. He slowly gets up, taking a look around him. Everything seems as though it's just still. There was, however, a glint in the distance in front of him. Once back on his feet, he starts walking over to this surface that seemed to shift as he got closer. It was mirror-like. A flat, floating rectangular mirror was suspended above the metal fluid. It looked like it was made up of the same stuff, too.        

For the first time, he saw his own self in third person view. Every movement he made, every slight shift in position, he was absolutely fond of this scene. It felt very familiar. The problem came when he didn't feel happy with his clothing again. His hair, he twirled a frond in two of his fingers. It looked dull and rugged, unkempt from the hours spent on these islands' heated and humid surfaces. It wasn't... that he didn't like the outfit or his looks, really... more like nothing 'fit'. It just wasn't... correct.        

Not long after some more preening, he stared at his hand. He put his palm to the mirror. Cracks formed. When he looked down, it had claws in place of fingers, glowing blue. When he looked back at his own face, horns sticking straight up were visible. As he was in shock, He woke from this, paralyzed in fear. 

Akhmin saw Alex wake, hurrying over to him and kneeling with a ceramic cup in hand. Holding his head up and getting him to sip the soupy tea, Alex coughs a bit, more of his blue blood dripping down his neck. As they were busy, Elkhra is roaming around the door's entrance and walks over to the kitchen. He finds one that beholds visual to the back-end herringbone deck gardens. He spots a flower that resonates that same glowing aura as Alex's. Its petals are a dark, and yet, vibrant navy color with some flourescently, minty-edged, pine-colored leaves. The stamen, that structure holding beads of pollen, produces glowing blue dusts as it wavers in the winds.        

As Akhmin finishes giving Alex the tea, he sets the cup near his head, pouring another serving. He leaves a large leaf atop it so the steam stays nestled inside, giving prolonged thermal preservation. As he goes back to sitting at the table, speaking to Elk, Alex raises his hand to look at the inner part of his palm. So far nothing has changed of his body, at least visually. It seems it really was his dream after all. A couple teardrops of the tea lays on his bottom lip. As he tastes it, he's riddled with nostalgia. This isn't just a minty flavor, it's mixed in with a zesty pinch. Something is biting his tastebuds as he swallows. His mind dances with the shape of a smooth, teardropped object and fills it with a tinged color of zappy yellow. This 'teardrop' had two ends that met with a leathery, curved, lumpy outer surface. He didn't know what to call this shape, nor what the taste came from, but it's just too familiar not to think about. He feels calm, at least. His body is now resting tranquilly unlike before.        

Elkhra sips his tea, bittersweet and minty cylanta but a taste of spiked flavor. "Is there fruit in here?" Akhmin nods. "It's vela. I took zest from it and made a marmilade from its juices. Gives it a good kick, no?" Elkhra is delighted by the scent and takes another sip, closing his eyes and smiling. "Yes and it's refreshing." His smile goes back to a horizontal baseline as he opens his eyes, looking down into the acidic pool of juices. "A Chiro, huh..." Akhmin sits, their tea wavering steam in his wake. "Now, of all times... They start showing up, and alive no less."  

As the two converse, Seff is behind the wall, listening in on them and sitting on the ground. Their legs are pent up against their mouth as they look down, holding them close to their chest. He ponders the origins of Alex. He came from the plains of grasses in the beginning. He was harmed. Seff saw what Akhmin didn't one day. He was first to respond. Alex was unconscious against a rock, his back torn open in a cavernous crevice. There were trails leading to him to indicate a possible sliding motion. "Did he maybe...--?" Seff looks upward in thought, toward the ceiling. He pictures a comet. A comet crashing down to the islands. That may be the reason why they felt that rumbling that one time, perhaps? Just a few days ago. 

Akhmin finally signals to Elkhra the time. They both disperse their pleasantries and go to their respective quarters. Elkhra sleeps next to Seff on their right side as Achiin comfortably snores in the hammock above. The entire time, Seff is trying hard not to panic from the presence of their new guest.