9191/Interplanetary Relations

Interplanetary Relations
Date of Scene:	21 December 2021
Location:	Main Room - Titan's Tower
Synopsis:	A chat is had, 'twixt bird(woman) and beast(boy).
Cast of Characters:	Kian, Gar Logan

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Kian has posed:
    Akiár'yw simply do not do well with confinement, even when there's a good reason for it.  And when Kían and his siblings clearly are doing family things, that rather leaves Kála out of it.  More or less given the run of the Tower, Kála leaves Kían's room and flits down the open elevator shaft, popping out into the main lounge area.  "Hello?"
    She flits around, looking to see if there's anyone else around, and touches down in the kitchen area, looking for the 'kul-eid' Kían introduced her to.  Sugar rushes are not limited to Kian, but are apparently common to all birdfolk.

Gar Logan has posed:
    Gar Logan is reclining in the main room, doing what he often does when he's got some downtime: watching the big-screen TV over near the south window.  Bare feet up on a table, tank top and basketball shorts worn, remote in hand.  He's flipping through channels before settling on something common to him: the nature channel.  As fate would have it, there is a documentary playing, this very second, about the hawk.  "Ah…" he says, placing the remote beside him.  Seems he'll be staying this way for now.
    That is, until Kala comes flying in from the open elevator shaft.  "Hmm?" he answers, sitting more upright as he turns toward her, eyes shifting back in the direction of the elevator.  "Heh, I guess it's an even better thing we keep that one open now that there are more around here who can fly.  Did Kian let you out, finally?"

Kian has posed:
    "Let me out?  Kían doesn't have that kind of control over me.  He and his family are talking; I think they're talking with their family on Kyshán, and that doesn't involve me."  She drops into an easy perch on the back of the couch, very much in the way Kían usually would, and glances at the TV screen.  "Ooo, that looks like a káe, the bird of our clan.  Isn't that weird, how there are similar species between your world and ours?"
    She beams down at Gar from her perch.  "Or how similar Eart' people are to us, except for the wings.  I wonder sometimes why you do not stay in an Akiár form, but then, that's not a natural form to you, is it?"
    After the briefest of pauses, she adds, "Even though it suits you well."

Gar Logan has posed:
    Gar Logan gives an almost cherubic grin as he adds, "Oh, and kie, Kala."  Then he rolls a shoulder at the mention of Kian's family.  "Yeah, I met Raka and Shiri when we were there.  He was a little, uh, over-possessive about Kian, but I think I managed to talk a little sense into him.  A lot of your people were trying to get Kian to be what they wanted, instead of thinking about what he wanted.  I… guess that's something we deal with too."
    A look to the screen follows again, after he's noted the very familiar 'perch' she takes up.  "Those?  We call them hawks.  Then there are falcons, eagles, lots of different types.  Smaller ones like parrots, sparrows, cockatiels, budgies… I don't think Kian likes being called a budgie."  That is a playfully mischievous smile, now.
    "You also have fewer fingers, and those are different."  He gestures toward a foot, looking back up from there.  "This is the way I look.  The natural me.  I do like being an Akiar, and it helped Kian feel more comfortable when he was new around here, and… you think so?"  He pauses before adding, "Hey, are you using one of those translator thingies?"

Kian has posed:
    "Yes, your friend Donna found translators we could use.  Even Kían has been using them, when he has to go out and do… field work?  Is that what you call it?  Well, it's better he should understand and be understood when you have an emergency going on, I guess."  Kála stretches and folds her wings.
    "And you're right, Kían has spent most of his time trying very hard to not be what everyone else wanted him to be, even if he didn't know what he wanted to be himself.  Raká means well, but this is all so far outside anything he knows.  I wouldn't be hard on him… rhy'thar'yw are so rare on our worlds.  Really, no one knows how to deal with them.  Least of all the rhy'thar holders themselves."
    She snickers.  "And as far as we're concerned, pretty bird, it's you who have too many fingers and weird feet."  She grins very broadly.

Gar Logan has posed:
    "Ahh.  He's learned English pretty well for someone who could only chirp and tweet at first," Gar answers, teasingly so.  "But that first time, when I changed to be like him, we made contact and we could understand each other."  He certainly does not discount the usefulness his abilities played in that moment.
    He also folds something, in this case his arms in a relaxed posture as he sinks a little further into the couch cushions.  "He didn't know what he wanted to be, but he did know what he didn't want to be.  I think he felt like everyone was trying to cage him.  I guess… I sort of get it, if the rest of you aren't used to someone who can do the extra stuff he can.  It can be kind of like that for some here too, but you've seen we have a whole tower full of people who would be totally abnormal in your world."
    Then there's a freely-given smile at the 'pretty bird' comment, and the look she gives him, and if he had wings and feathers right now they'd no doubt be ruffling up like a preening about to happen.  Or like a peacock.  "Maybe I cheated a little to fit in.  You didn't seem to mind."

Kian has posed:
    "Yeah, he told me once that the one thing he hated most was that so many people wanted him to be something and never asked if he wanted to be it," Kála says, spreading and re-folding her wings.  "I think being around others with… with powers is exactly what he needed.  Even if he's doing things he never thought he would be doing.  I've even heard a rumor that the viceroy herself spoke with him about that."
    She chuckles lightly.  "And it's not cheating to use a rhy'thar.  That's what you have it for.  Especially if you were using it to make someone feel better.  I mean, think about it, he calls you and Teri tenár'yw and neither of you are Akiár.  You know that's the only time in the history of our people that's happened."

Gar Logan has posed:
    Gar Logan rests in place for a spell as she talks and gives more of a perspective from the view of her people.  Meanwhile, the hawks shown in the documentary fly, hunt, making their calls and so on.
    "I heard the same thing.  And maybe you're right.  It helps when you're not the only one who can do something special and you can make friends with others like you, even if they're not like you," he explains, eyes shifting toward her when the wings shift around again, making him fight the urge to reach out.
    He remarks, "I didn't get the impression the Akiar met a lot of other races anyway, so I'm gonna guess Kian's been doing a lot of firsts for you guys."  He pauses, running a hand through his hair.  It always seems to make it look a little messier instead of improving on it.  "I did like kind of fitting in on Kyshan, though."  And why not?  He got a lot of attention.

Kian has posed:
    Kála shakes her head once.  "We haven't met any other races.  I guess we've heard signals that are from a few others, but we haven't made contact in return.  I suppose Kían doesn't really count since he's not an extra-Akiár intelligence researcher, just an accident.  But yeah, he's our first contact with your race."  She reflects a moment.  "And I guess more than just Eart' people?  I get the idea that this planet is where everyone goes, by accident or on purpose or to invade or… I don't know.  I mean, even we're here, and that's just on a whim.  When I saw Shíri grab Keth and move for the portal, I didn't even think, I just followed.  I… guess I did a stupid thing, but I wanted to know what it was about Earth that made Kían so much better at flying."
    She glances not at Gar directly, but just past his shoulder as if expecting to see feathery appendages.  "And maybe a few other things, too."

Gar Logan has posed:
    "See, sometimes accidents lead to interesting things," Gar says, reaching over to grab the remote so he can mute the TV.  The volume had already been lowered a bit.  "And then we came to Kyshan due to an accident."  Proof!
    He takes on a thoughtful look, acknowledging, "Well, I think people from other planets and systems have been ending up here for a long time now.  Maybe it's something about our planet.  It does seem funny when you think of it like that.  And I remember you coming through with the others."  Especially because he more or less ended up on his back almost immediately thanks to her.
    She catches where she's looking, leading to him asking, "You want to see the wings?"

Kian has posed:
    "That's… up to you," Kála says.  "It's your rhy'thar.  But I think they suit you well.  You have amazing control for someone not actually born Akiár.  I wonder if that's because you used Kían as your model.  He's the only Akiár you could have known, and he's an accomplished flyer and qihár player.  I think that makes sense, anyway.  How else could you have done so well, and adapted so quickly to our world?"

Gar Logan has posed:
    "Actually… that's pretty much how it worked," Gar confirms.  "I just had Kian to go by, so I kind of just turned into a copy of him and I guess I got his flying ability and all that, too.  And we've flown before that practice I joined.  I did a First Flight for him, and he presided over it."
    Since he doesn't mind it, he takes on that form.  The wings appear as if by some kind of magic as he gets smaller, just around 5 feet tall, which is pretty diminutive for a regular human, but average for an Akiar.  "Now do I have the right amount of fingers and all?" he asks teasingly, and while his features are a bit more Akiar as well, he still has his own look overall.  "And maybe I'm just a natural when I become something different."

Kian has posed:
    "You look just right," Kála says with a definite smirk, "although I am definitely biased.  I am surprised he presided over a First Flight, though.  I know how hard he tried to keep the hierarchy from making him an avatar of the Lady Kiáre.  It must have meant something to you as much as it did to him… once you went through it, it meant he wasn't the only Akiár on this world, you know."
    She leans forward a little from her perch on the back of the couch.  "I heard something about you being made t'Káeh, since otherwise you were clanless.  So you're an adopted kinsman, I suppose."  She grins broadly.  "Welcome to the family.  And good luck.  You'll need it.  Traditionally the t'Káeh are weirdness magnets.  But since you know Kían, you're already aware of that."

Gar Logan has posed:
    "I look just right, whatever I am.  I'm just always all green," Gar points out, and this time it's his wings that spread out and fold again.  Looking at him, it's not hard to tell the source being Kian, though it would appear his own version of the race has adjusted a little so it's not like a carbon copy.  "That, I saw him doing his morning rituals and after we talked… well, there was a thing where I came as close as you can get to dying, and when I agreed to this and talked about what this meant," here he holds up the copper pendant with the greenish patina in places, making it even more colorful, "I thought a phoenix rising made a lot of sense.  It's basically like death and rebirth."
    He gets up then, taking the perched position that he couldn't deny feels a little more… right.  "I think he tried to name me once after my parents, because that's the custom, but… adopted?  I guess that fits for me.  I've been adopted before.  And you've met Vorpal, so whatever weirdness comes from me or Kian, we're like here and he's way up there."  He holds his hands apart vertically, with no minor amount of space between them.
    "I did enjoy your sport, though.  Especially since it seemed to surprise all of you."  Content look, light fluff of feathers.

Kian has posed:
    "Gods, it was bad enough that Kían is faster than me now!" Kála says a little ruefully… but with a smile.  "But I can see why, spending the last year and a half in this gravity.  And then you come along and play like you've been at qihár since you fledged… but if you copied yourself from Kían, I suppose in a way you kind of have.  And in the same way are kind of already t'Káeh.  And even if that weren't the case, you're involved with Teri, and that would make all of you t'Káeh by the weirdness overload."
    She chuckles, and then bites her lower lip.  "Ráka told me about that, the almost-dying and coming back.  I wasn't sure how much to believe, and how much was him misunderstanding some Eart' thing we're not familiar with.  He thinks you're an avatar too, like Kían.  I… don't know what to think, other than there's never been an Akiár like Kían.  Or like you."  Her wings spread slightly.  "We may as well call you 'avatar', for lack of a better explanation.  But don't tell Kian I said that.  And if you don't like it either, well, I'm sorry.  I just have no other way to make sense of all this."

Gar Logan has posed:
    Gar Logan waves it off.  "I've been the fastest birds you can think of.  One of the first things I turned into was, well, a bird.  When my parents… ahh… when I lost them.  My dad told me to get to safety, and the waterfall…."  He shrugs, hand lowering after he mimes something going over the edge and dropping.
    "Anyway, I've flown a lot.  And we have a game called football and you grab and tackle the one with the ball to end the play, but you can also play it with flags on a belt, so it's kind of similar even if it's different," he explains, allowing that to take his mind off of the death of his parents.  It's always a heavy topic.
    He adds, "I've seen a lot of weird stuff, even before Terry and before Kian.  Almost dying?  Yeah, that's true.  We had some alternate reality copies of ourselves show up, and they were from a world where an evil… entity of some kind corrupted their minds.  My copy found me and didn't hold back, and I probably should have died after what he did."  Subconsciously, he rubs at the arm where it had been bitten and torn off.  "Anyway, you can call me whatever you want.  It's fine.  I've enjoyed getting to know more of you, too."

Kian has posed:
    Kála's eyes widen.  "Gods, I can only imagine what it must be like to actually be a bird, and…."  And then the rest of what Gar is saying sinks in—if she can't get it from the hand gestures, surely it must come across the mental link, however much in the background it might be.  "Oh, Gods."
    Before she has a chance to recover from that revelation comes the further details about the other Gar and the attack and the near-fatality, and her eyes widen further.  "Oh, Gods.  Are… are you sure you don't want to stay on our world?  It sounds a lot safer."  She definitely looks pale—these things don't happen in her experience, after all.
    She tries, weakly, to rally.  "I would call you tavár'h at least, I think.  You're fascinating… maybe a little scary for what you have been through and not just survived, but thrived."

Gar Logan has posed:
    Gar Logan holds his balance, looking as natural at it as Kala does.  "It's great," he tells her, "But you all have the next-best thing.  You have wings, and you can fly.  That's still pretty awesome."  He grows more solemn as the weight and seriousness of what he's getting at and explaining registers, and all he can do is shrug.  It sends the wings to shifting slightly.
    "I don't think I could be an Akiar all the time, even if your world is nice and peaceful.  This one is the one I know, and people like me have all kind of faced tough things before.  It's made us who we are now, and we keep doing what we can to help others who need it.  We know it's dangerous."  It's his way of saying they just keep doing what they feel they have to.  "Sometimes… yeah, it gets to be too much and someone has to stop doing it so they don't, you know… lose it.  It does make a lot of us stronger, and I'm usually trying to look at the bright side of things."
    He is hesitant for a moment, then he reaches out to touch her at the shoulder.  "Kian's felt a lot of the same things you do, and he decided to help even if he isn't really a fighter.  I don't know if I could get used to doing… well, what is a normal day for you?"

Kian has posed:
    She reaches up and rests her hand atop Gar's.  "Define 'normal' anymore."  She laughs softly, her mood lightening.  "It depends.  For me, it's managing the team, coaching.  When I'm not doing that, I'm working out, or taking classes, or managing my estate, or enjoying the company of my friends.  Kían's normal was… well, never normal, I suppose.  Shíri is studying modern popular literature.  I know Kían makes fun of her reading habits, but it's what she enjoys doing."
    She gives Gar's hand a squeeze.  "Do you have a normal?  Other than doing difficult things?"

Gar Logan has posed:
    Gar Logan's eyes divert toward the hand that covers his, then he looks back up.  "I don't know what normal is, really.  Abnormal is normal for a lot of us.  Vic's half man, half machine.  Donna's an Amazon warrior.  Kori's an alien princess, basically.  Nightwing is one of the best detectives and acrobats you'll ever see, and he and Robin were both trained by Batman."  He pauses, adding, "Who isn't actually a bat, just to be clear.  Anyway, all of us can do some pretty neat things, so that makes us different but it also brings us more together."
    He continues, "So it sounds like you do a lot of the same things we do, just without all the craziness of bad guys and alien races trying to destroy our world and all that.  Me?  I watch things like this, so I can learn as much as I can about different animals.  The more I know, the more it helps me figure out what to be when I need to be.  I survived being left for dead by turning into a starfish, which can regrow limbs.  I'm also an actor.  And I like making people laugh."
    The squeeze of his hand draws his attention back there, and he returns the gesture with a little smile, warmth in his thoughts.

Kian has posed:
    "So not-normal is your normal, yes?  That's a little hard to understand… but we don't really have a not-normal.  At least not like your world does."  Kála fingers the smooth surface of the translator.  "Half the time I wonder if this thing is really translating, or if it's getting everything wrong, but in a consistent way.
    Without warning, she sends her mind out: {This is much more sure anyway.  There's no chance of mistaking what I might mean, mind to mind.}
    Abruptly, she switches back to speaking.  "That is, if that's not uncomfortable for you.  I know you're probably not really used to the ki'thar, since you didn't grow up with it from birth."

Gar Logan has posed:
    Gar Logan doesn't know exactly what to say to this, or some of it.  "Yeah?  I mean, I guess so.  There's a lot of stuff that happens here that it'd take a while to understand.  It's probably the same way for anyone who ends up in a place they're not familiar with.  And I think it's translating just fine."  He looks toward her again as she goes to the mindspeak instead, though it's not for long.  He gives a sense of wordless agreement, but sticks to speaking out loud.
    "I can handle it.  In some ways it's easier, too.  But you're right, it's not something I have a lot of experience with.  There's not really any hiding things with the Akiar, is there?  No real secrets?"

Kian has posed:
    "Secrets?  Not really.  We just know where not to pry into someone else's life.  I suppose there are things I don't know about Kían.  I just don't care, they're not my concern.  It's his life, not mine."
    Kála grins broadly, and leans forward a little.  "Why?  Are there things about Earth I shouldn't know?  Or things about you?"
    Her tone is teasing.
    Maybe.
    "Kían explained about having two names, one personal and one public, and it doesn't make any more sense to me than it does to him, but we will respect it, even among our people.  We can keep some things private, when there's a good reason."
    She leans forward a little more.  "I suppose you can't have a hidden side like some of your friends here.  You're never not green, are you?  Like Kían is never not winged?"

Gar Logan has posed:
    "Ahh, well, with us, because of what we do and because there are bad guys out there who might try to hurt other people we know, some of us have to be careful to keep who we are secret," Gar explains, rubbing the side of his face briefly.  "That's part of why we make up different names, the codenames.  And it's why a lot of us wear costumes and a mask in some cases.  But there are other kinds of secrets that are like what you mean, not prying into things.  You don't have to worry about bad guys coming after people who can't defend themselves."
    The tone she uses when asking him about things she perhaps shouldn't know about the planet or himself draws a brief grin, and he adds, "The other thing about secrets is you don't just tell them to someone without a good reason."  A clever retort!
    Raising a finger, he points at her.  "Aaaaand that's another thing for me.  I'm Beast Boy.  I can turn into any animal I can think of.  But I'm also Gar Logan, the actor.  And I'm always green.  I can't just pretend to be someone else.  Who would believe it?"

Kian has posed:
    "Even though to be an actor, you must pretend to be someone else," Kála says.  "So you're a contradiction unto yourself, yes?"
    She furrows into concentration for a brief moment, and comes out of it with, "But there is your other tenár, Teri, who can hide as a Terran and does not.  It's known that Teri is Forpal is Teri, right?" she asks, having a little trouble with the names.  "So why bother?  You can't not be green Gar, so why do you use 'Beast Boy'?  Teri doesn't keep his life as Forpal secret, so why does he use that name?  That's what I don't understand."

Gar Logan has posed:
    Gar Logan stays perched there, after leaning over to grab the remote and shut the TV off so it's no further distraction.  "Yeah, but actors are playing different roles, pretending to be someone else for a story and for entertainment.  That doesn't have anything to do with safety or protecting your real name.  And… It's Vorpal, with a V."  He tries not to snicker at 'Forpal,' but it's tough.
    "Terry is… I mean, to say it's complicated would only be scratching the surface.  Vorpal is like another part of him, the Cheshire Cat from a story that's actually real, but it's also sort of separate.  It's like a shared consciousness, kind of.  And… yeah, Terry's a reporter, and he was doing a story about the Titans getting back together, but it would have been too difficult to tell it without revealing who he really was, so he decided to."  If she's having trouble getting all that, it may be no surprise.  It's not the easiest thing to just explain.  "Anyway, we all have our codenames.  It's kind of a tradition now, and we get to pick something cool."

Kian has posed:
    "Kían doesn't have a code name," Kála points out.  "I would be very surprised if he did.  You—you already had a name, before you took the I'takár, the First Flight rite, yes?  But the name you chose is the name you already carried.  None of us had that.  Before my first flight, I was She'Tára'Ran—Third, of Tára and Ran.  Shíri was I'Íla'Kái, Kían was Ta'Kái'Erýn, Keth was She'Tarán'Erýn.  Their new sister is So'Íla'Tarán—Fourth, of Íla and Tarán.  She will pick her own name when she has her First Flight."
    She sits back and smiles.  "I hope you and Teri will be there with Kían when that happens.  I envy her having uncles like you two."

Gar Logan has posed:
    "Oh, but we call him 'Birb.'  He might not agree that's his codename, though," Gar claims, failing to hide a little twitch to his lips before digging out his phone to search for something, showing her after a few moments an image of a small, roundish and therefore cute bird looking at the camera, with a caption reading 'Birb Says Hennlo.'  "If you don't get it, it's called a meme," he explains, likely to only confuse Kala further.
    Whatever her reaction to it, he says, "Ahh, yeah.  Kian took the names of my parents and named me the way you would after that, and now I guess you all named Terry and I a little differently after everything else.  But our names don't have anything to do with the names of our parents, or if we're the first or the fifth or whatever, but sometimes the baby will be named the same and just be like a 'Junior' or 'The Second.'  And… uncles?  I hadn't even really thought about that."

Kian has posed:
    "Well, I suppose Eart' must have different rules for naming, even if they don't make sense," Kála says with a smirk.  "And really, you'd be her brothers since you're Kían's family by choice, so you're all wing-brothers and wing-sisters… I can't believe Kían hasn't explained how all that works to you.  Or has he, and it doesn't make sense to you the way your multiple names don't make sense to us?"
    She spreads and re-folds her wings.  "Of course, we're all t'Káeh, so we're all kinsfolk to one degree or another.  Kían's family and mine are distant cousins, something like his great great great grandmother was my great great grandmother or whatever."
    She spreads her wings—yellow with a black stripe—again, holding them out this time.  "But of course, we're all wing-brothers and wing-sisters.  Even Their Serenities, the imperial family.  You too.  You've gone through the First Flight, you're as Akiár as me and Kian now."
    She folds up her wings again.  "Or at least you are when you choose to be."

Gar Logan has posed:
    Gar Logan puts the phone away again.  Maybe she didn't find it funny.  Maybe she just didn't get it and is being too polite to say.  "If I had a dollar for every time Kian said something here didn't make sense…" he mock-laments, shaking his head.  Of course, his feathers are all green, just like the rest of him.
    "To be honest, I kind of spaced out once or twice when he was trying to explain it, and I just accepted it as your way.  If I try to think too hard about all the things that are different about other races and things, it gets confusing.  And that's, ah, well, nice that you see it that way, but a part of me feels like I'm just pretending, or copying."  He pauses, looking ahead at the now-blank screen.  "Or acting."  A sudden sense of something emotional passes over him, like loss and longing and a want to be accepted and then a fear of losing it all, and he shifts in place uncomfortably.

Kian has posed:
    "Well, it's not the way of this world.  It's not going to make sense to us, and we're not going to make sense to you," Kála says with a shrug.  "Kían has wanted things to be normal ever since his rhy'thar appeared, and that's just not an option for him.  Shíri would have power-dived into the weirdness.  Me… I don't know.  I've had a pretty normal life.  Maybe I want at least a little unusual.  Everything's very… predictable back home.  Which is fine, but can get dull.  I mean, I don't want other races invading us, but maybe we need to get shaken up a little."
    She grins.  "Just a little.  I like my world."

Gar Logan has posed:
    "I think you're right about that," Gar admits, and the wings fade away, his size returning to the normal human proportions rather than Akiar.  "Yeah, once things have changed, normal is kind of impossible.  For me, for Terry, for Kian.  Even for you guys, now.  You've seen things others haven't."
    Still, he is a little more withdrawn into his own thoughts and feelings in the aftermath of whatever caused him to think about certain things, but he does add, "I'm unusual, and you…."  He gestures with a hand out, shifted between the two of them.  They know the interest that quickly blossomed.

Kian has posed:
    Kála slips her hand into the extended green hand with one finger too many.  "Me?  I'm normal enough, at least by the way our world defines it."  Her mind opens up to Gar, but doesn't enter it.  There's a feeling that she's had Terran attitudes about minds and privacy carefully explained by Kían.
    There's also a feeling that she'd welcome being welcomed further in.
    "It's a little jarring seeing you change like that.  You're the same, but not quite the same, but the same.  Still a pretty green bird even when you put the kan'thar away."

Gar Logan has posed:
    Gar Logan's grip is lackluster, not weak but without much energy to it.  "Yeah, I guess you are.  You mentioned what you're into, and then there's qihar and that's fun, too."  He draws a leg up close to his chest, wrapping his other arm around it.
    "I'm still me, just… not who you first saw.  Thanks for not thinking of me differently because of that," he says, another potential hint as to his state of mind.

Kian has posed:
    "Of course you're you.  Who else could you be?"  Kála taps her temple.  "And I can see inside your shape, even when you're shaped differently.  I know you're you, the same way Kían does.  I'm sure he doesn't treat you differently when you're shaped like an Earther, and when you're shaped like an Akiár.  Why should I?"

Gar Logan has posed:
    Gar Logan has grown… moody.  Broody.  "I just… look, I'm getting stuck in thoughts about things that only leave me feeling like I'm drowning inside."  A fitting way to describe it, really.  "And that just puts me in a place I don't want to be.  It's not your fault, so don't worry about that.  Maybe we can… just go do something?  I need a distraction."

Kian has posed:
    Kála slips down from her perch on the back of the couch.  "That could be almost anything.  We could go for a flight," she offers, in much the same way Kían would.
    She then gives Gar's hand a squeeze.  "Kían told me your world is weird about… well, almost everything, come to think of it.  So I don't know what else I can suggest without causing offense."

Gar Logan has posed:
    Gar Logan had slid back to his previous position, no longer perched atop the couch after returning to his usual self.  A brow slides upward, not from the squeeze, but from something she says.  "Oh, he told you how prudish we are, I'm guessing?  It's not as bad as he probably said."
    Then he remarks, not really thinking about it, "Isn't it a little cold outside to be flying right now?"

Kian has posed:
    "He told me most Earth people are… not comfortable in their skins," Kala says, "like who and what they are makes them uncomfortable, like being living beings is unnatural.  He thinks it's because you don't have the mind gift.  I have no way of knowing."
    She then grins and squeezes Gar's hand again.  "And there are ways to keep warm in the air, you know."

Gar Logan has posed:
    Gar Logan returns the squeeze once more, but it's still a little less energetic than hers.  "I don't know.  Maybe?  It's very different for me because of what I can do.  I'm not, you know, locked into just one 'me' or anything.  For me, it's more like sometimes I have to remember me instead.  It's easy to just be something else for a while when things are bad.  I don't know if the mental side you guys have is part of it or not."
    Her response to the talk of flying in the cold, he probably should have been ready for.  That he blinks at her in a measure of surprise indicates he wasn't.  "Oh.  Uh… right, yeah!  So… we could.  Do that, I mean.  Fly."