Lost at sea, time and space

Killian and Skye got their hands on an ancient magical doohickey that suddenly carked into life and sent him down the worm hole of time and space and after at some point during this slip saw a TARDIS and a couple of OOD ended up finding himself in a comfortable enough apartment heavily influenced by a love f the sea. Claire has been working at the FBI for a number of years now after escaping Ices rule, coming home late one night she finds the pirate that she knows exceedingly well despite never having met him before. Finally poor innocent flower crown lamb hearted baby nathan got himself sent back in time because of the ancient magical doohickey and landed face first on skyes ship with his only belongings being what he had in his pack at the time and the clothes on his back. With the doohickey broken and in killians possession for now Ices shadows have picked up on what happened and are now searching for him and the magical doohickey.

^ said ancient magical doohickey

She had hope again, it seemed her brother would be coming to visit in a few short weeks, feeling a little less unhappy she considered him when he wriggled his fingers enticingly. she didn't really feel like going over there, she didn't trust what he was doing, what if it was something that would hurt her or would restrict her movements more. She just wanted her brother, her appearance became saddened, Melissa looked away again the bird silently running her beak through her feathers without really noticing what she was doing. She felt alone and lost, not to mention vulnerable, she couldn't defend herself well like this and couldn't fly.

Claire sighed and pushed back her feelings, getting up she shook her head "I need to solve this, I'm heading back to the crime scene. Do you want to come with me?" her dark green eyes watched him intently "The quicker we finish the case the quicker i can take you to your sister" she added gently

The tone of his voice changed, it held an emotion she didn't know nor understand, glancing back at him and studying him with an air of suspicion she moved over to where his hand was resting. Her gaze moved from the hand to his shoulder, she liked resting there, but it seemed he wished to inspect her wing and make sure it was alright. Shifting her talons she leant down and inspected his fingers, lightly nipping at the callused skin before returning her gaze to the window resigning herself to the fact that she was stuck here and might as well let the human do his primitive attempt at healing her. Her brothers shadows would heal her in an instant once he got here, she just had to be patient and wait, at least the human wasn't cruel or stupid, he seemed to ahve his heart in the right place and kind intentions. The thought lead to her studying his face again.

Giving a definitive nod Claire soon had them back at the crime scene, it was still taped off and with no one else around Cynder sat at her side. Her shadows billowed around her before dispersing to go find more evidence, now they were on the hunt of something like themselves requiring more intense investigation than before. Claire stood with her eyes closed, mentally micro managing the shadows.

A little displeased when she was nudged without warning her disgust was halted when he removed the bandages, stretching out her wing instantly a soft noise faintly sounded as pain pinged in her wing. Sending him a look like she blamed him for the pain she kept the wing to her side again, looking at the leather in his hands then at him as he spoke again she supposed she could tolerate them as long as they didn't hinder her. Satisfied with that she insisted on clambering up his arm to sit on his shoulder, settling herself down there her eyes half closed and she allowed herself to rest.

The bird accepted the touch, it wasn't horrible it was almost nice. Resting there listening to the sounds the human made, from his breathing to his heart beat, beginning to drift through her thoughts she was on the subject of her brother and the strange world she was in once again when he soke again. I am not very high so i do not see how i can be a high-ness now did she want to obey and show that she was of human intelligence or should she dumb it down so he did not get suspicious. Undecided she remained on his shoulder, instead moving her head to begin grooming the wing that had been pinned, the feathers desperately needed tending to as they were all unhooked and ruffled from the material

Ending the call as she entered the apartment claire blinked as she was greeted with manas best efforts at decorating it. Guessing he must have coerced Killian to help him Claire couldn't help but smile a little, the case was finally over and now they had a coupe of days before they'd go to julians. Taking off her shoes in the entrance hall and wandering into the living room she glanced around before noticing Killian "Its nice you've gone to the trouble, but we're spending Christmas as Julians, where Melissa is" flopping down onto a chair she ignored the dismayed squeaking from Mana. All she wanted to do was sleep for a few centuries, but no there were other things to do, "your turn to make dinner or mine?" she asked with a soft yawn looking over at the man tiredly. He'd been such a help and it'd been actually nice having someone else in her life, the company was nice. She'd never really felt this comfortable around anyone apart from two others, Julian and the stranger who'd visited her during her childhood.

She'd managed to get him to allow her to rest on his shoulder most of the time, it was a hot day and she was ignoring what was going on until he got a phone call. Listening intently she perked up once she figured out Killian would be coing as well Killian will be here soon? I eagerly await his arrival she'd long gathered that he couldn't hear her and guessed that to be the same. She didnt have the bind on her wing anymore but had shown little interest in flying preferring to ride around.

Claire nodded quietly "yeah we did" with an exhausted sigh she continued "Jules needs a couple of days to sort things before we can pop over" wanting to just fall asleep then and there and forget about dinner she shrugged "yeah, Found a human who was good for it and was suspected of doing a whole lot of other crimes. Used shadows to alter his memory" okay maybe it wasn't orthodox and possibly illegal it had been better than tracking down Jet and trying to kill her. She'd lived so much longer and thus was so much more powerful than the both of them at the moment. besides the guy she'd pinned it on deserved it, she'd looked into his mind and seen that he had indeed commited so many atrocities and done away with evidence. By the time dinner was done she was half asleep, tired and drained from the past month or so that she'd spent hunting the guy. Forcing herself to get up although all she wanted to do was just sleep and sleep, Claire made her way over to the rickety old table and after grabbing her plate sat down pushing her food around it. "What are you going to do after you find her? Are you going to stay there or explore the world?" she didn't exactly believe that he would stick around, why would he bother after all? there was so much in this world that he could explore and experience.

Content at the feather stroking his sudden words surprised her, making her look at him in surprise You heard me? however she was soon sat on a fence post watching him work the horses. Deciding to give it ago she thought again Julian, did you hear me? I am quite surprised i did not know just anyone cold hear me considering flying to his shoulder she eventually decided against it thinking that if he could hear her he surely would come over to investigate

She shrugged "You don't even know how the orb works, I believe jet might have a clue bt that'd mean tracking her down all over again" she managed a smile "Sorry, you're right" up on her feet she ended up curled up under the covers of her bed not even bothering to shut the door. Cynder watched her leave before turning her head and studying killian with her intelligent mismatched eyes, "it is a complicated device, left behind by ancient beings unknown" she was stretched out on the couch the small dragon somehow taking up the entire thing "It works on time, and you were unfortunate enough to be holding it when the stars were in the right spot. I'm not sure what correct allignment will send you both back but it'll let you know" going quiet and refusing to say anything more on the subject the dragonling gnawed at the silver again out of habit.

You are not going mad, you can hear me. I am not named bird, I am melissa" the bird gripped his shoulder harder than usual and tweaked his earlobe carefully. Quite insistent on making him listen to her who is this claire? Why is she with my brother? How is the horse cheeky it is a horse, explain yourself after a month of having unanswered questions he was now being bombarded with them.

The dragon shrugged "You can change the orb to take you both back" the offer to remove the silver was accepted and one of her paws was placed into his hand. The scales around the silver were rubbed war and oozy, her mouth burned from constantly chewing at them, curling her tail around her side the dragon watched him sharply. There was a great amount of knowledge hidden in the purple and green depths of her mismatched eyes, she knew things about him, that he would go back to his time, that he would appear to her Claire when they were trapped with ice. He was the one who had created the books that Claire held so dear, she wondered just how much of it he had figured ot.

The bird loosened her grip a little I am not a feather duster, I am Melissa she retorted staunchly, well at least he appeared to believe her now. Nor was she cheeky she was an assassin and did not show emotions so easily I am stuck as a bird as i was wounded as a bird she finally spoke the simple sentance eplaining why she was still a bird and why she hadn't beome her human self again

Deep glyphs were carved into the silver, unmarred by the dragons teeth chewing on them, her mismatched eyes focused on the male reading his features as best as she could "Yes, after we escaped Ice we teleported ourselves away and found ourselves in Julians back yard. He took us in and taught Claire social manners as best he could" her gaze flicked away to focus on the door that lead into her rooms before asking "How much about those books have you figured out yet? I can confirm or deny things but can't tell you much more than that" with that her focus and gaze had returned to the man inspecting the silver.

The bird didn't reply to the comment about her being cheeky, instead she watched semi interestedly at his strange antics with the bedrooms. The vet would have gotten herself bit, she thought to herself clacking her beak, a moment, claws maintaining a firm grasp on the mans shoulder. Her brother would be her soon, it was a moment of being reunited that she looked forward to, atleast he hadn't been stuck on his own in this world althoough she was sure that he would have been able to fend for himself. Having someone to show him the ropes would have made things easier, shifting her weight a little the bird spoke to him, well thought to him the stars are still the same, even so far forward in time it is comforting to know that despite all the changes there are at least some few things that remain unchanged she didn't really expect an answer it was more a stray thought that happened to be louder than she'd intended it

Listening quietly as he spoke she nodded "You disguised yourself, thats why" her gaze flicked to the carved silver that encased her ankle, she wanted nothing more than to get the silver off of herself. She remained patient while he fiddled, "You are to return when the time is right and you will be free of Ices rule" there was a slight look of kindness on the scaled reptiles features, as well as an old wiseness that perhaps came from the figments of sofias consciousness that had been added to the soul shadow as ice experimented. Hoping he'd be able to get the damned silver off, Cynder remained still, waiting patiently.

The falcon was quiet, stepping onto the table and inspecting the paper work as if she could read when in reality she could not "They are lighthouses, in the sky, alone and distant from one another all they can do is flash their lights at each other and me" the thoughts were murmured and quiet, signifying just how alone in the world the woman or rather bird was in the world even with her brother there. She was silent a long while before adding You like watching them too? the metaphor of the stars being lighthouses was quite out of character for the literal female. She didn't quite know why she thought of them that way, if she focused hard enough there were dim unlit memories of a warm voice telling her about the stars being lighthouses and warm arms around her. The memory of the smell of the owner of the voice had been forgotten and with each passing year she lost a little more of it leaving her more isolated.

Staring at her leg as the silver band was finally removed, it appeared the dragon couldn't believe her eyes, the scales where the silver had been were burned, weeping and infected after deccades of suffering with them on. Licking the freed leg a quiet noise of thank you sounded from the creature. It was unlikely that her scales would ever fully heal without scarring or showing sign of what had been done to them, but she was willing to accept that willing to live with that just so pleased that the constant burning sensation was gone. Replaced with the stinging feel of air hitting the quite repulsive wound, the dragon moved away to settle and stare in wonder at her freed leg.

The bird went still and looked at him as he stroked her back, Parents? I am not familiar with the term she didn't protest the hand that had ran down her back, her brother had done it often enough and this Julian wasn't a threat. If anything it was quite soothing, Home.... she echoed yet another word she didn't quite know or understand. She'd heard the term but didn't know its meaning, her gaze went from studying his face to following his gaze out over the darkening land. Stars are indeed useful navigational tools, I have used them to guide me all over the world she mused figuring that was what these parents had meant

The bird listened patiently, a mother and father, she didn't have those, she had a vague idea from hunting and listening to her marks and others around them speak. It seemed his mother had been somewhat mystical or perhaps deluded into believing whatever that was, the couple of months spent here had been educational she'd learnt quite a bit about the animals the man kept on his farm. As the world around them became darker, the bird silently observed the half moon beginning to rise in the distant sky, missing her brother Melissa shuffled over to stand on a bit of paper "What are you doing with paper that has those strange lines on it? the displaced woman queried watching his hands holding the paper intensely