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Tryan was completely confused and disoriented. For the life of him, he could not figure out how he had ended up in this place. He had stepped through that door, but had not intended to remain outdoors. When he had decided to return, he couldn't find the door. Thinking he might get a better idea of where he was, he had taken off into the sky. Even from up there, though, there was nothing he could identify as familiar. Unsure how to proceed, he followed the scent of the ocean to the coast, where he decided just to play around flying through sea spray and exploring the shore.

It had been taking the better part of Tryan's concentration to manage the kind of flight he was practicing, and he visibly 'stumbled' at the sound of Rune's voice. "Tripping" over the wave he'd been following when it caught the edge of his wing, he struggled rather mightely to regain some altitude and save himself from crashing into the ocean.
Locating the source of the voice, he took several moments to determine if he should approach her. He was growing tired though, and she seemed harmless enough, so he landed, a bit awkwardly, a safe distance from her. His chest heaved as he attempted to catch his breath, but he maintained a defensive posture, prepared to take off again if he needed to.

He seemed startled to hear her in his head and ducked, laying his ears back and then twitching them forward again. Narrowig his eyes slightly, he turned and inspected her with one eye and then the other. If she could hear his thoughts like she could make hers heard, she would hear a mess of sound, like a group of people all fighting to make their ideas heard. There was no real voice, and few actual words, and there was no arguing, but his mind was definately a disorganized cacophane of ideas with a vague theme.
At first, he was attempting to interpret her question, then he was trying to answer it. Most of the answers he came up with were litteral in the extreme. They were here. She is there. He is here. Standing, by the ocean, by the trees. Attempting to communicate with her the way he did with Ontaros, he took a moment to focus his thoughts and present her with a picture, but it was just of the scene behind him. They were where they were, and that was all he knew.

His ears pricked up again when she laughed, but he just stared at her when she began speaking. He reacted a little oddly to her bow however. It was clear he was surprised, or intrigued, as he stood a little taller and turned his head slightly. He returned her bow a bit uncertainly, but remained where he was, practically laying flat on the ground. For a moment, he showed her an image of herself with an echo of her name, almost as a question, but it was quickly replaced by one of himself and his name, "Tryan." The image was blurry and unstable, since he didn't have a very clear idea of what he looked like, but it was still obviously him.

He barely understood a word of what she said, but between the vocabulary, tone, and her non-verbal cues, he had an alright idea of what she meant. He sat back, much more relaxed than earlier, and turned to look out at the water. After a moment, he got up to go back down to the waterfront, but made sure not to let her get too far behind him. He wanted to be abl to keep an eye open for trouble.

Tryan stopped when she did, and turned to see what she was doing. Apparently as unphased as she was, he casually turned back toward the ocean and laid down in the sand next to her, his 'hands' curled under him similarly to how cats tend to do. Laying like that, he looked more like a dog or large cat with wings and and a beak than anything else.

He watched her warily, and parted his beak slightly, bearing his needle like teeth, but refrained from growling. Despite her assurences, and in spite of his own warning, he tollerated her attention quietly and docilely.