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[size=9][[Changed my mind... for now.]] Malik waved at Nello as he mentioned something about sleep. [color=indigo]"I'll be sure to what I don't approve... IN YOUR BED."[/color] She remarked, glaring at him playfully as he left the room. Sighing, she looked back at Landyn, who was far from sleep by now. [color=indigo]"How about you go take laps around the place, then go upstairs and go to bed?"[/color] She suggested, knowing that it would never work. Landyn turned and looked at her with the 'seriously?' face, and sniffed. [color=red]"Never in a million years."[/color] He said calmly, turning back to the chest and digging through it. The girl stood up, grabbing the boy by the waist, and started dragging the chest, as well as Landyn, to the stairs. [color=indigo]"I'm never gonna get this thing up there..."[/color] Malik groaned and looked at Landyn as he reached his arms out towards the chest. [color=indigo]"If you help me carry this up to the room, I'll let you sleep in tomorrow."[/color] She bribed, knowing it would work. Squirming, the boy was eventually set down, and he grabbed one side of the chest as Mal grabbed the other, and up the stairs they went. Finally reaching the room, they dropped the chest. Malik had then decided to star pushing it, making progress, slowly but surely. Landyn had gone to the other end and started to pull, making the job a bit easier on her. [color=red]"He was awfully nice to give me all this stuff."[/color] He stated, looking up at his cousin once they finally got the chest inside. The boy had opened it again and had started going through its contents once more, as Malik groaned and stared at him. [color=indigo]"Bed."[/color] She demanded calmly, pointing to the bed where he had crawled up shortly afterward. He had watched her push the chest into the closet, then curled into her as she laid down. [color=indigo]"I'm making you bother Xhiero, or Nello if you can't sleep. Mally needs her sleep."[/color] She said with a yawn as she laid down and held onto Landyn protectively.[/size]

'Voyager'. The human's name was Voyager. Yddagen filed that away. It was important that he remember it for later. Again, it would be rude not to. Aside from Lysvi never letting him hear the end of it, Yddagen also wanted to make sure that he was making a good impression for his own sake, and as a representative of their species.

He looked down at Voyager's hand, reaching out tentatively toward it before realizing what it was Voyager was trying to do. He reached out more assuredly, more confidently. Just as confidently, he wrapped his hand around Voyager's forearm, grasping the forelimb with polite gentleness.

"I am enjoying my time thus far. I have not experienced much, but I hope to change that. The planet is very large, with an excellent natural atmosphere." He tried to affect a jovial tone. Was that too much variation in his voice? What was the line in human body language between polite interest and sounding ill or childish?'

Moving on.

The human's name was Voyager.

"I'm sure you would find our home to be lovely." Ydaggen tried to put an earnest tone in his voice. He hoped he succeeded. "I am very fond of it for obvious reasons." He looked around again. "Is there something of your home here that you're fond of?"

Yddagen felt a surge of pride at understanding the right way to shake hands with the people of Earth. That knowledge from their research had held stable. He would have to note that for future interactions.

The human's name was Voyager.

"You study history?" That caught Yddagen's interest, and he rose his brows as he thought was appropriate for the interaction. That showed intrigue, right? "My sibling does similar. Lysvi's focus back on Velencya was the study of ancient languages and texts. It is a bit different than historical pieces, but it pleases me to hear you are also concerned with history."

The mention of his planet drew a frown from his face.

"We have not inhabited Velenia in many centuries."

Indeed.

"I enjoy watching the stars." His expression broke from something more practiced to something actually fond. "I like to connect them. I enjoy creating pictures in them and stories about them."

He made constellations.

Yddagen pulled the phone out of his uniform pocket, turning it over and studying it. "I have this? Beyond that, I don't know exactly how we would interface." Their technology had, obviously, not developed alongside Earthan technology. It wasn't very compatible beyond a collection of cobbled-together meeting points. It was a miracle, in Yddagen's opinion, that they could even breathe the same concentration of nitrogen, oxygen, and other gasses that Earth's atmosphere contained. Too much one way or the other could have caused significant lung problems.

Or even death.

Anyway.

"I have a wide breadth of tolerance for stories," replied he. It was meant to be reassuring, encouraging even. "I would like to collect more."

Oh, good! It seemed the device would help him communicate with these people. He took the device back, scanning over the number and the name before slipping it back into his pocket. He understood English well enough, fortunately, and if something tripped him up he did have someone he could rely on who would try to figure it out for him--

"I would be quite interested in that," Yddagen's eyes brightened at the concept of learning about Earth stories and works of art. Perhaps their dedication to these artforms could tell him something of their people and why they still survived. The wonder, especially, caught his interest.

"The wonders of knights are a fascination for us. I would like to learn more if you are willing." Yddagen understood the signal of it's gotten late, at least, so he made sure to add, "perhaps when we meet again?"

He bowed his head in goodbye.

"If you need to get back to your tasks, I will leave you be. You may reach me on this," he pulled the cell phone out again, looked at it, and tucked it back away. "Have a good evening, Voyager."