Our world is being torn a{p}art...

"Of course they are," Ryland stated with a slightly smug tone. He wasn't one to cut the costs when it came to certain things, clothes especially.

Mistral watched them with a slight smile on her face. She took a dainty sniff of the soaps, a smile settling on her features. She reached down to a basket beside the chair, pulling out a roll of yarn and a half finished scar. She listened as the rain lightened and became heavy again, the knitting needles she held softly clicking together as she continued where she left off.

Oh, crap I totally forgot. We can do that.

"What," Ryland, looked up from the book he just grabbed regarding Bunny warily as he always did.

Aaw Ok I understand

Ryland paused looking at her weirdly. "If you were getting attacked I guess." He said, knowing that of he didn't he'd be full of guilt for one, not to mention his mother would never look at him the same.

"What?" Ryland put down his book, a quirk in his brow. "Why would that make me a guardian angel," He was just doing what he was taught to do by his parents.

"But-- shouldn't everyone fight for one another since you're all in the same 'pack' and what not?" He said, her explination and the meaning behind it flying over his head. He picked up his book again bidding his mother a good night as she retired to her room.

"I don't really see the appeal in having people fight over your attention." He said cringing at the picture in his head of people he barely knew literally fighting people just to date him, regardless of whether he actually liked them or not. "Why don't you just let them try court her on normal terms. Y'know talk to her and sensible things like that." He said leaning back against the wall as he casually glossed over the last tidbit. He found it a bit obvious, considering that if she did have a 'mate' she wouldn't have ran away in the first place.

Sorry again for the late reply '^-^

Ryland grunted in reply as he stood, though his eyes took on almost a thoughtful look. "I'm heading to bed." He announced as he placed the book back on the shelf. "...Night," He said after a slight pause disappearing into his room for the night.

Timeskip?

Ryland struggled out of his bed, looking like a total mess. His hair was wild and his movements sluggish. He didn’t sleep to well as evidenced by the dark bags that hung around his eyes. He some how managed to make it to the table as he slumped in the chair with a groan. He didn’t even change out of his pajamas yet. He also noted that Mistral hasn't even left her room yet, despite usually being the first to wake up.

"I'm fine. --Just tired." His answer came out clipped, making it clear that he wasn't going to elaborate. After a few minutes of collecting himself he stood moving to the kitchen. He decided to put on a kettle for tea, combing his hand through hair as he considered his options. Since he was in his pajamas his hair was out of it's usual pony tail, his flame colored locks falling around his shoulders.

Ryland settled on good ol black tea for now as he made sure there was enough water for anyone else who wanted some before looking back at Bunny. "Well of course mothers take care of their fledglings --Fathers do too. Normal birds take care of thier young so why wouldn't we? Of course we stick around longer since we are part human and it takes plenty longer to grow up in this form." He explained with a yawn as he moved to the pantry, looking gor something that didn't involve cooking.-- Well maybe he could make some bread or something, but that would take to long. "Eating red meat really depends on the bird you are. Me and Dad, for instance, can eat red meat and raw fish pretty well, though it passes along easier as a bird. Mom can only eat raw fish and frog meat weirdly enough. There's some were-birds who can't stomach meat at all in bird and human form." He pulled out some flour and a link of cured sausage to snack on while he baked.

Lol sorry for the long post.

Also, when did you want the atomic bomb to go off? In the morning, noon or at night?