*For the past few days since Falcon's death, Dion had wandered around town and helped with the repairs on the ship. He also helped to rebuild the part of town that had been destroyed by the demons. He did not spend much time with the others, instead simply wandered the town. Once in a while he would stop at the cemetary and look at the newly dug graves, filled with the people killed by the demons. That got him thinking about Falcon once more. Where he was, and wheter or not he was alive. Shaking the fog out of his head, he walked into the tavern and sat down with a drink, though he did not drink it. He just listened to the voices of the people, anything to get his mind of all the death.*






"Whenever I see the fluffy petals of a dandelion, I always think--"
"That it would be great if you could fly like that?"
"No, that it would itch if the fluff got into my ear."

~Gardenia and Kite, .hack//Infection
AIM:RagnarokWielder1
DC:Dion's Revenge