Welcome to Gaia! ::

Aila just followed in silence as she was led out from the door. She saw the same girl as before, and still did not know her name. She payed no more attention to the woman, but dutifully followed Deimos instead. As they walked to what appearntly was her room, she gathered the courage to speak. "Who is that?" she asked, curiously.

Eric hadn't gotten far, when he heard Aila's angelic voice. He stopped and was about to turn around when a set of footsteps went one way and another set towards him. He watched in disbelief as Phoenix rounded the corner and thew herself on the floor. She seemed to be crying. He struggled to form words. As he began to speak he cut himself off. He wondered what was wrong with Phoenix and why did she all of a sudden act out of the character he had always imagine her to have.

Aila nearly gasped loudly when she entered her supposed room. It was everything that she had ever wanted, but never had the money for. All she could do was just stare at what seemed to have nothing wrong. Right down to the cute stuff animals, and the Egyptian cotton. There was a nice sized desk, with some of her favorite books, and the colors were perfect; dark red and complementary colors. "Is this really my room?" she asked in disbelief. Even the chair for the desk was beautiful. As Deimos explained to her who Phoenix was she thought about it for a minute. "I think she is just really grateful," she said. Phoenix didn't seem like a bad person, but being followed around would probably even annoy herself; so Aila didn't say anymore on the matter. Instead she walked over to the bed, and felt the fabric. "Is this Egyptian cotton?" she asked, eyes wide.

Eric flinched as Phoenix punched a gaping hole into the cement block. He saw the tears, and the anger. "Um, hello again..." he said cautiously. He doubted she was mad at him, but he wasn't taking any chances to be on the receiving end of a punch that had left a hole in cement; not in the state he was in right now. He didn't know what he should say. Should he comfort her, or just walk away?

Aila stared as Deimos left. She surveyed the room, and spotting her favorite book Little Women. She step into the bathroom to see a even more lavish room then her bathroom. The bathtub was so ornate, and well lit. There were several professional products that she recognized, and several that she didn't. She was a bit overwhelmed at this. Shedding her clothes that she had on, she started the bath. There was also a shower, but she figured she had time enough to take a bath. She put a few bath salts, and took a look at the clothes in the closet, while her bath was filling.

Aila knew she shouldn't be surprised, but she couldn't help but be surprised to see some of the designer clothes she had never dreamed of wearing. She automatically spotted a a cute black skirt with hot pink detailing. She kept it in mind, as she went back and sat in the bath. She exhaled as she emerged herself from the neck down. She laid her head against the edge of the tub....relaxing for a little while.

"Of course," Eric said, almost hastily, as she drew close to his face. "Uh, if it makes you feel better I doubt I could forget you now," he said, a crooked smile on his face. He noticed that she looked like she wanted to have revenge. Eric all of a sudden got serious. "So who made you mad?" he asked. In a hiss he said, "Deimos?".

Aila started to wash her hair, it was a task given how long it was. She continued to relax, watching the time. Eventually she got out, and got dressed. She walked into the closest, and grabbed the skirt she had seen earlier. She found a sort of casual button down white shirt with a design of black swirls. She then looked and found a section of just accessories. She grabbed a pair of diamond studs and put them in her earlobe. She didn't question if they were real or not. She then found a cute choker necklace with a black lace and tiny pink hearts hanging from it. She grabbed the bracelet to match. Satisfied with her outfit choice, she grabbed underwear and then went to the counter of the bathroom. She looked at her hair in vain, and begun to blow dry it. She had a love/hate relationship with her hair, as most women do.

Eric nearly smirked as he seemed to hit the problem head on. "Of course. Hm let's see...broken heart? No. I will get Aila back," he said, in a near growl. He didn't care what it took, Aila would be his once again. "Most of wounds have healed already, and wouldn't you like to know if there is more to me then just predictions?" he said, taunting Phoenix. Phoenix having plans against Deimos? Oh how this amused him, and was good news for him. She could speed up the process to get Aila back tremendously. What was the saying? The enemy of my enemy is my friend, yup that applied here.

Aila finally got her hair dry. She found a brush and begun to tackle the tangles. She finally got it nice and brushed, not caring that it was her normal curly wavy self. Now that her hair wasn't soaking yet she put on her clothes, and then found a pair of black flats. She hope she didn't look too teenish, as she chose clothes that she had longed for in high school. She looked at her hair once again, and sighed. In the end she found a nice black headband and put it in her hair. She was going have to get use to having to many clothes and accessories to choose from. She still had a while before dinner, so she sat done and discovered a whole watercolor set, and watercolor paper. She begun to sketch the room, appreciating the beauty of it.

Eric raised his eyebrow. "Oh really? Are you sure that I don't just want it to seem that way?" he said, with a smirk. He wasn't going to even begin to explain himself, nor did he wish to. "Alas, I wish to hurt him to...but as you said, we are both to 'weak'" he said, emphasizing the word weak. He knew he wasn't in any shape right now, but in a few days time he would be ready.

Aila got done with a very rough sketch. Just boxes and lines so far, to help her get the perspective right. She put the pencil down, knowing it was almost time to go and if she would continued she would lose track of time. She left the paper and pencil out, and left the room. She quickly found a servant and asked them where the dining room was. They escorted her and then went back to work. She straighten her hair and skirt, wondering if she was early. She checked a nearby clock, it was almost time anyway. She walked in, she didn't see anyone so she took in the view of the simple but elegant table.

"Of course," he said, with a wink. He tried to cheer her up. "Wait a few days, when I'm healed up completely, and then give me your defiant answer that you want to go through with this," he said. He could tell she was hurting, and when hurting people did irrational things that they regretted later. He wanted to make sure she was serious about it.

Aila blushed as Deimos's face lit up and complimented her. "It's not to much?" she said, shyly. She could say the same back to him, but she really didn't have the courage. Even if simpler clothes he looked amazing. She smiled, looking forward to dinner and talking to Deimos more.

Eric nearly laughed as Phoenix got embarrassed again. He wanted to tease her some more, but this was a serious matter so he would remind himself later. He sighed instead. "Fine, but give me 2 days to recuperate. 2 days, that's it. Perhaps even tomorrow, depending on how well I feel." he said, still ignoring most of the pain coming from his ribs. He didn't pursue the fact of what she had said about Deimos prancing in love forever, nor that she wanted to love as well. Neither thought he wanted to keep in his mind.

Aila blushed as he held out her seat for her. She had never had that happen before in her life, well that she could remember. She giggled as Deimos used a French accent, it was really good surprisingly. She sat in the chair and allowed herself to be scooted in. "Thank you," she said as she turned to look at Deimos's face, smiling.

"As will I,'" Eric said, turning around the other way leaving. Just in time too it seemed, as he passed a maid. He noticed the dirty look from her, and laughed a little. Before all this had happen that certain maid was all over him. Finally she would leave him alone instead of trying to get into his pants every day. She wasn't even that cute. He kept walking, and found some work to do. He'd play the 'do what he was told guy' for a while, till it came time.