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The scene before him really did give the owl harpy pause...  This was way heavier then just a stalker girlfriend and someone not interested.  This was a guy with problems with a girl going to greater lengths to try to save them.  Logically, it didn't make sense, but it was more then logic.  He meant to come up with something, but had to hesitate... his mind scrambling as to some kind of resolution.  He hoped the man would reject her but there were more things at stake.  He didn't have a clue.  He found alot of girls cute but never loved...  He never got that far.

Then Kira... Kira spoke with a surety and understanding that could bring the attention of the room. He had talked most of his life, could feel the empathy, the anger that lead to a kind of profound sorrow.  He saw her face go red.  Her voice crack.  Her hands shake into fists as she poured her heart out, and an emphasis made him realize.  Did she lose someone?  Was she here before?  She took off before it could be elaborated upon.  Ozzy's eyes followed her disappearing form.

Yang stepped up, a deeper wisdom as always then Ozzy's meager understanding.  Ada attempted to add some charm, some levity which even he had to admit would probably be more effective then anything Ozzy could say.  Freyr also gave his sense, his perspective.  They were better at this then he was.  They could handle and resolve this.  But concern came for Kira.  For a split moment, he felt such anguish with her words.  He flexed his wings, knowing, feeling like it would be right to follow her.  It was supposed to be a day of joy and this tiff was splitting them apart.

He looked to Margaret.  For a brief shining moment, events conspired to have them meet, and before this strange story of unrequited love, he had a day planned of enjoying the festival, talking the world, its people, its beauties.  He would have wanted nothing more then to share a funnel cake with someone so brilliant, so beautiful.  The universe had conspired against it, and his own martyrdom wouldn't allow one of his friends to be alone.  [color=gold]"I know I promised you a day, but the Guild's family."[/color]  He stood up straight and bowed his head.  [color=gold]"I'm so sorry, Margaret.  Hope to see you again."[/color]  He then turned, his wings unfurling as he flapped his wings, going after Kira.  It's true they never had more then a passing conversation, maybe saying only a few sentences to eachother outside of the pleasantries of a previous night. [color=gold]"Counting on you Ada!  Sensei!"[/color]

But it spoke for how much he cared about the Guild.  How much it and the small hand full of people meant to him.  She seemed to fly off in anguish, in disgust.  She might want some peace, a moment to be vulnerable, but he knew that in his moment of need he'd want someone there.  Even if its just someone to listen to.  He thought how Sensei Yang had been his rock after the battle.  How Ada had been a moment of innocent joy.  How he poured himself to Ditzy and Haley which encouraged him to be more bold and brave.  Could he be that for someone else?

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Ozzy wasn't exactly stealthy, but as Kira flew, he'd keep his distance behind her, flapping his feathery wings with a concerned look on his face.  His intention, follow her, be nearby if she needs it.  He hoped he wasn't completely off base.  He felt a droplet on his cheek like a stray drop of rain.  He opened his mouth a few times, wanting to call out- but words failed him, for the first time in his life.  He wasn't going to tell her to come back, to not worry about it.  Those emotions, were pure, were real.  It wasn't really sympathy, it was more concern... and strangely, respect.