Ossanlin finishes off his fermented grass drink and takes another look around the bar. So many inhabitants again, some familiar, some not, but business was good either way for the BT. He looks for Alic and can't find her face in the crowd, she must've remained in the Mirage...he began to get a bit worried for her.
The shimmering blue andalite turns to the exit and steps outside again, looking over at the Mirage. His tail swishes, a bit agitated as he starts out toward the Mirage and then stops, thinking better of himself. Instead he contents himself with contemplating the sky and the strange, warped configuration of stars. He can't help himself but to wonder how Myitt is and what she's up to. He hadn't received any communications from the Tyrennian so he had assumed that his ship was assisting in the evacuation or transport of rebel Yeerk forces. Hopefully things had gone alright, everyone said it had been a bit hairy, but no one died except maybe a few Yeerks.
Ossanlin sighs again, watching the stars shifting in their odd patterns.
