[center][color=0072bc][h3][b]I'onriyi Stonehand[/b][/h3][/color][/center][hr]
[sub][i]Knock knock[/i][/sub]

[color=0072bc][b]"Mmh,"[/b][/color] a groggy I'on vocalized, shifting slightly in his bed. For a long moment he thought he was still dreaming, but the feeling rapidly faded away as consciousness beckoned him. After about twenty seconds he opened his eyes properly, sighed, and forced his small frame out of bed. It took several minutes, but he dressed himself in something mildly appropriate, grabbed some water, and then headed for the door. If there were more knocks on the interim, well that was just too bad. They'd woken him up...and from a decent dream no less. A dream about [i]home[/i].

It had been so long. Too long perhaps, since he had seen his own kin, his parents. As he made his way to the door he called out, [color=0072bc][b]"Yes, just one moment."[/b][/color] In the next moment he had unlocked and opened the door to find himself looking up at a deigan, and by the build and feathers, a True Deigan at that. Not unheard of on the surface, but not exactly terribly common either. The woman looked...out of place, really. Narrowing his eyes as he stared up at her in silence, he noted the condition of her clothes and his small natural scowl lightened, becoming something of a scowl.

[color=0072bc][b]"Well, out with it. You've woken me up and I've yet to eat breakfast. What is it!"[/b][/color] He clapped his hands once, issuing a sharp noise before he crossed his arms over his chest. Having no intention to let a strange deigan into his home and wanting this over with so he could eat, it seemed that the penin had decided that it would be easier to be rude and pragmatic rather than polite.