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Raidyn walks into his laboratory in the artifice wing and makes his rounds checking his experiments and contraptions, making sure that nothing is going to explode on him. As he is walking around he checks his planning book and sees that the Full Moon festival is going to be this evening, and also that he has to feed some of the predatory plants in the greenhouse outside his lab.

I should probably ask Silver before going to the festival, I don't know if I would be welcome.

Raidyn wanders over to his desk and takes out a small piece of paper and writes a note to Silver asking if it would be all right if he came to the festival in the were-village. He then folds it up using origami into a crane and magically animates it to fly swiftly to her.

Raidyn turns around and heads out to the greenhouse picking up a bucked next to the entrance. The green house is misty and humid like a rain forest, and with the magic of the place could actually be, at home around plants Raidyn quickly makes his way to an area that is full of what look like beautiful glowing white flowers covering a trellis he stops next to them and examines the leaves and flowers petting it gently. The vines rustle at his touch and Raidyn sprinkles some fertilizer on the ground at its roots and waters it with a small raincloud conjured from the mist in the air. The plant seems to sigh with relief and its flowers close to not get wet and then open again when he is done the flowers glowing a little brighter. He makes his rounds, feeding the miniature tangle trees, which look like small weeping willows until you get close to them and smell wonderfully, and gathering up some fruit from a fruit basket bush full of an assortment of fruit before heading back inside to watch over some experiments and tinkering with some gadgets.

After finishing up his calculations and writing them down he closes his journal just as he sensed a pulse of magic from the direction of the main hall.

I wonder who that could be?

Raidyn puts away all his work he was working on nice and neatly securing anything of value and heads out to the main hall.

(Continue in Main hall)

Tryan skittered away from Ontaros as soon as he was released, staring about him in confusion as he watched all the little... things... vacate the area. He didn't spare much time or attention for them though, as it was abundantly clear to him that he had seriously upset the man that had brought him here. Angry, more at himself now, for getting himself into this situation, and frightened, he sat stalk still, watching and waiting.

To the T, Ontaros split up and began moving about the room lifting and replacing items. He moved quick, very quick and was quite thorough as well in his search looking high and low, here and there. All the while each one of him was muttering something different, one considering the state of Tryan's mind, one considering the comfortability, one muttering about the portablility, one grumbles about the practicality of all this, and one is complaining about the questionable productivity of the moogle's projects. Finally a loud "FOUND IT!" comes from across the room and immediately all his doubles vanish and the items they were holding hit the floor carelessly and then Ont is back but only briefly, he holds up a hand and a clone of Tryan's staff flies to his hand while the original remains still. He goes over to a work bench and you see his hands begin to work. Actually you see a few more hands moving about than there really should be. Soon after there are a few flickering lights and sparks that fly from the area of the staff he's working on.

Meanwhile, again Ontaros projects an image of a peice of paper and then the two of them standing over the peice of paper scratching thier heads then looking at one another and turning thier backs to eachother, arms folded over there chest, then a change of picture to Ontaros standing with what looks like the finished product of what Ontaros is working on held high over his head and then a picture of the two of them setting in comfortable chairs sitting across from eachother drinking tea and apparently holding a conversation... it was a touch random but he hoped he got his point across.

Overwhelmed by all the sudden activity, Tryan just sat, crouched with his 'hands' covering his ears and his gaze fixed on the floor imediately infront of him. He didn't understand what was going on, and since he clearly would be unable to make an escape on his own, he settled for studiously ignoring everything around him. Struggling to make much sense of anything Ontaros was attempting to say to him, he just tumbled the images around in his mind, considering them for a minute or so, then moving on to other not-quite-defined thoughts. Periodically, he would return to the scene given to him, but the only one that made the least bit of sense to him was the last one, and he didn't trust it.