Wapun Meadow downtown

The same information hadn't been readily available to Ibis; or maybe it had been but she didn't glom on to those facts as well as she glommed on to singing or her nerdy fixation with flowers. She didn't think anything bad was going to happen between herself and Tristan, and was basking in the affection and the attention, right up until she heard the familiar voice of her brother. It was a definite mood killer; more than that, the presence of Okeanos seemed to make Tristan nervous because he withdrew swiftly and was distancing himself with haste, almost like something was wrong with Ibis. It certainly hurt to watch - and listen - as Tristan retreated.

Ibis felt exposed, her body humming, warmth having spread from her cheeks to her throat where he had been preening at her. The butterflies fluttered a few more times and faded, and Ibis was left staring after Tristan's retreating figure. She gasped softly, looked over her shoulder at Okeanos with a slight glare, and with an exasperated huff she said, Okeanos! You -- you've scared him away, I was just --- he was a friend, but the hasty explanation left much to be questioned. She found she couldn't even look at her big brother afterwards, feeling immensely embarrassed.