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[elijah]

[div style="margin: 0 auto; border-width:0; width: 70%; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; line-height: 1.5; font-size: 9pt;"]His eyes flutter towards the meek boy's form, intrigue manifesting within his icy orbs. Not used to being a bird? He studied the male properly now, intent on learning something but realising it was difficult to read the expressions of others and make insightful guesses. Elijah was more cut out for bonding with his rats than he was with any other species. "Delight me with what you mean by that?" the demiangel insists, ear flicking curiously before he decides to sit down on the sand. His tail whips over the grainy ground, curling neatly behind him. "The Typhoon is the name of the group who inhabits this island. We look out for each other," the feline then continues calmly. He decides to leave out the fact that The Typhoon were all, in technical terms, dubbed pirates. The poor parakeet just seemed too overwhelmed and confused for Elijah to dump any more information than necessary. "You can stay here if you'd like... or if you have a place to go, you could tell me where you must be and I could point you in the right direction. It's up to you." Elijah was indifferent to either answer.