((Holy christolas....I guess my fears about the bar dying out were completely unfounded. Four pages....FOUR...in the last 12 hrs. Dang guys.))
Ossanlin listens to the entire exchange quietly. Terenia was truly a human...quite interesting indeed. He knew of no other humans whom had even met Andalites, and she had become one. He watches as Claxter steps out and winces at the harsh words directed at him. Ossanlin understands what it's like...the first battle in a bloody, terrible war could...unhinge anyone. The only way to deal with it was to build calluses. Hard calluses that never really stopped hurting, but just dulled the pain. He was quite young...he looked to be younger than Alic even.
Ossanlin turns his main eyes on Alic for a moment, squeezing his arm tight around her torso and sends her a private thought-speech. <<I think Claxter needs an ear and maybe a little advice...I'm going to go talk to him. I think Terenia could use the same from you...you two have quite a bit in common.>> He smiles and wraps his tail around hers again for a few moments before trotting out the door in the direction Claxter had taken off in.
Ossanlin turns his trot to a slow gallop, chasing after the younger male. As he catches up, he slows to a trot again, walking next to Claxter. <I can understand what you're going through...the first battle is always the toughest, and it doesn't matter if you're 17 cycles or 60. It gets...gentler I suppose, but it's never pleasant. And of course the Bar. Oh the bar has quite an effect on people. I know what they teach us on the homeworld, and it's a load of datsic, but it's hard to get over it, having it drilled into your head for 15 or 20 years.>
Ossanlin looks at Claxter with his main eyes, his swords swaying antithesis ever-so-slightly to his trot. <I've heard of your Prince, and I certainly do not agree with his methods. He's rather full of himself and his position. I don't believe I can change his ways, not alone...but it is not unheard of for Warriors to transfer between ships. If you want to go back to your Dome Ship, I can give you fuel or a fresh fighter from the Tyrennian...or, if you should desire, I can take care of the red tape and have your post transferred to the Tyrennian. It's up to you of course.> Ossanlin smiles with his main eyes and looks out toward the forest. <You know, I never realized, this little planetoid always experiences perfect temperate weather.>