The Dragon and the Star

[Saren]

If Leon had known Tylenol would help Starling remember something, he might have dumped the whole bottle down her throat. He ran the risk of overdosing her, but at least she'd be asleep - and quiet - for a long time. As it stood, he couldn't do it without knowing what harmed her and what didn't, outside of crashing into the earth from outside the atmosphere.

He had just turned to leave when she hooked her arms around his, excited at the prospect of regaining her memories. "That's good." As simple as the statement was, it was also true. The more she remembered, the more likely she would be go home. She was still more excited than he was, but at least he could be a little happy about the idea.

What tiny amount of joy he felt was chased away after her question. Just because she was remembering things didn't mean he had to share anything with her. "...It's none of your concern." The words weren't said unkindly, but they were clear enough. He didn't want her pursuing the idea.

"You should sleep. Those pills will make you tired."

 

[Born_From_Shadows]

Starling frowned at his response, just making her curiosity about Leon increase. How was he different from humans if he looked like them? Was that a reason for how he acted around others? More questions buzzed in her head but with a sigh she simply headed for the room to sleep some more. That was all she seemed to be doing lately, sleeping.

Starling wanted to let her curiousity win, to be able to find out more about Leon and learn about so much more in this strange world. Instead, she was stuck laying in a bed staring at the wall while waiting to get tired. It didn't help her clothes were starting to stink and it left her grumbling about it until sleep finally claimed the winged woman.

 

[Saren]

The weekend crawled along, and there was nothing to speed it up. He knew humans often turned to alcohol to forget things, but it never affected him the way it did other humans. He could drink anyone under the table without so much a sniff and he could live to tell the story in the morning. As such, while Starling slept and tried to remember, Leon tried to numb his brain. The television wasn't good enough, even when combined with several beers and shots in between, but it was at least enough to tire him. Because he'd given Starling the bigger, master bed to help keep her wings straight, Leon took to sleeping on the couch. He would have thought sleep would quell her questions, but somehow, she always woke up with a new one. To keep her off the subject of his past, Leon tried to teach her about the various household things. He'd acquired a new coffeemaker during the middle of the weekend, and he made sure she didn't touch it at all. No outbursts happened when she touched the sink or the shower, but he made sure the more important electronics were unplugged just in case.

He couldn't hope for Monday to come fast enough. He'd managed to help Starling learn about the television, so if she got bored of asking him questions (which never happened), she could flip through the channels. She was smart, taking to things faster than he was expecting. Whatever she'd done before she fell to his world, it must have required concentration and mental strength. At least she had remembered that she wasn't helpless.

For all her strength, Starling still couldn't remember anything. Nothing could jog her memory faster, and so he had to be patient. It wasn't something he was very good at, and by the time Monday actually came, he was irritable, to say the least.

He woke up early enough to make a full pot of coffee, drinking an entire mug's worth in just a few minutes to wake himself up. He was already dressed to leave for Miranda's office, because wasting time seemed like a poor thing to do. He couldn't care for Starling forever, but only Miranda's findings could tell them what would become of Starling.

 

[Born_From_Shadows]

Starling was certainly getting cabin fever, always asking Leon things to pass the time or trying to figure out how things worked. The television had become her new best friend, avoiding the reality shows and watching documentaries and history channels. She was learning much about this strange world, how things worked and what made it tick. Despite all that though, her memories were not returning. If she had a dream of her original world it would always fade seconds after she woke up, like trying to cup water in her hands. Eventually it all seeped through the cracks and escaped her.

Night had become her favorite time, it was dark outside so she could go into the yard and stretch her good wing completely without worrying about tipping something over--- she tried it once inside the kitchen and broke a coffee mug. Needless to say she feared and avoided anything to do with 'coffee'.

Dragonflies were outside and the first time she saw them she had dragged Leon out to ask if the stars were like her and lost. The magic of it did not fade though when she was told what they really were. The idea of a bug being able to glow so brightly was still a wonder to her and she would sit pn the grass for hours watching them.

Morning came and Starling woke with a frown, the quickly forgotten dream fading out again. She wrapped a blanket around her bare form and moved into the bathroom. Having only one outfit meant that it could easily get dirty, so she resorted to washing it in the tub while Leon slept and hanging it for the morning. It was only slightly damp but well enough for her to slip on before making her way out to look for Leon. "We are leaving today right? Do you think I'll be able to fly again?"