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There was little in the world that Ishiah liked less than uncertainty. Almost worse than knowing Robin was gone had been that period of waiting, hoping and almost believing that the puck's form would appear in an instant, that his smile would flash and his laughter peal like the ringing of bells, reassuring his featherduster that nothing wrong had happened at all, he'd only dipped to the side to appreciate the hydrangeas. Hope was a powerful thing to have, but to have it seep away with every passing second was painful, almost like igniting a flame to the air in his lungs and burning it all away.

This wasn't quite on the same level, but Ishiah knew right now that he'd done something the night prior, only he couldn't remember what. He saw everything with alarming clarity until the first taste of ambrosia. Then everything was simply a blur of color.

While it didn't necessarily mean that Ishiah had done anything worth regretting, it amounted to him falling back into behaviors he had so recently sworn off. And it threw into sharper relief that which he was missing more than his wings, than his home.

Robin.

Groaning lightly as his temples pounded, Ishiah went to sit at the front steps of his hut, braving the sun and figuring that whatever added pain he received from the light and the freezing cold atmosphere outside was probably deserved.

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The dark tone almost took Ishiah by surprise, but soon enough he started thinking on his own terms, the way he'd feel if he were never to see Robin again, and felt his own resolve growing shadowed as he stood with a curt nod. Better to nip the conversation in the bud before it went too far, he thought, turning to head back into his hut.

"Make sure you let me know if that ever happens," he warned, both for Trixa's sake, and in an effort to let her know that, well. He didn't want her go to crazy on the island's residents.

Fortunately, Trixa wasn't one of the tricksters that saw fit to harm innocents.

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The dismissal was as obvious as it was expected. It was a wary friendship the two had, one borne of necessity and tolerated as long as it was needed. And apparently, the moment had passed. Not too surprisingly, considering her comments.

Yeah, maybe it was good the conversation ended there - between the two of them... it could get pretty damn messy.

"Get some more sleep if you can, best thing for a hangover is to sleep through it."

Trixa got up and headed back to her own hut.

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Ishiah watched as Trixa stood, eyes kept carefully on her and still unable to decipher her to any meaningful degree, only one of many things that made him wish that Robin could somehow return to the island, offer a guiding hand in the same way that he had so many times in Manhattan (though from a distance, more often through messages left on the phone or emails than by direct contact).

But rather than making efforts he knew weren't likely to come to fruition that day, he simply nodded as she left.

"The same to you, Trixa. I'll speak to you again soon," he said, retreating further into his hut.