ORIGIN - there is whiskey @ in the water

This was his home. It had become his home, and he loved it. Yet, despite being blind to the mist that disturbed so many, he still found himself unsettled by the unending marsh. At least the rain had stopped so he could find his way.

Cetus, however, was cold, and not many fruit grew here. He searched carefully for his favorite blueberry bushes, the sea of green flickering in and out of his magicka sense as he went. It was more difficult to use than his red sense, and often more overwhelming. He was a passenger through life, following what his gem told him. He did his best despite adversity--

-- But sometimes the small bat still smacked straight into a tree. With a squeak of pain, the gem-headed mammal slipped to the bottom root of the tree, looking rather sad for himself. It was hard being blind, even with all of his new friends. He still had so much to do, so much learning to devote himself to... It was all taking so long.

Even someone as patient as he could only wait so long.

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@Mojag

It's in the eyes!
I can tell, you will always be danger!
We had it tonight! Why do we always seek absolution?

Mojag glided branch to low hanging branch. He was still new to flying, but did he ever enjoy it! Flying was great! It was the best thing ever, since his most recent hatching nothing could compete with the rushing air and lightness of flight. His wings cut through air like it was nothing but at the same time it seemed to be something, it kept him above ground after all. The physics behind flying was mind blowing, no matter how much through the young kookaburra put into it the answer never seemed solid enough to keep him satisfied. He wanted to find someone to give him answers before he drove himself mad with the "why's" in life. For now he distracted himself with the blissful feeling of short flights.

A close squeak caught his feeble attention like a magnet. What was that? On to investigate! Mojag scrambled to the source of the sound, and was alarmed to find it. A furry thing a little larger than he... but not a bird. Definitely not a bird. "What are you doing!" he beckoned, voice loud and slightly obnoxious. "You're not a bird!" Mojag was sincerely concerned how this not-a-bird was flapping about with bare wings. Where was his feathers? Did something steal all his feathers!? The kookaburra's little heart raced, chest rose and fell faster with his surging breaths.

@Talat

Tal'at struggled to right himself as a voice rang out. He froze, still as a stone, and blindly peered up at the sky above him. His cats eye scanned the tree line, a frown across his maw.

The "sheared, featherless bird" shifted as he tried to summon his magic. His gemstone glistened red for but a moment, and the small heartbeat reached him. With a bit of shuffling, he faced the bird with his orb-filled face and began, finally, to speak.

"I am not," he agreed immediately, noting the small pulse. This creature's heart was racing, loud and clear, but the blip on his radar was incredibly tiny. This gembound, whoever it was, was not a threat. He settled down a bit and spread his leathery wings, and in just a few flaps closed the distance between them.

The bat landed in front of the stranger, putting on a hesitant smile. "Welcome to Cetus," came his greeting. "Child of Rot. I welcome you. I am Tal'at." He wondered if the creature would be frightened of him. He had only met one other as tiny as he, and that small bird had been fearless. This one seemed scared already, which didn't give him a lot of hope. He wanted to make friends-- usually, birds liked him-- but Eve had been startled by his appearance as well.

He supposed he would just have to work with the hand he was dealt, for the time being.

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@Mojag

It's in the eyes!
I can tell, you will always be danger!
We had it tonight! Why do we always seek absolution?

Mojag was a child still, and like a child he did not have a filter. His filter would probably never develop in any case. His mismatched eyes were wide in horror as the creature came closer to him, using it's bare featherless wings to close the gap. What shocked Mojag even more than the naked wings was the creature's face. Absent of eyes and replaced with a rounded, amber colored stone. He had witnessed the stone gleam with a red light too, just before the approach. Or was he just imagining that in his terror?

Mojag quacked an awkward noise once the brown furred not-bird landed before him and his feathers smoothed out in alarm making himself look even smaller. His neck shot up and head swiveled to inspect the guy with his blue eye. The small monster had admitted it wasn't a bird, if it wasn't a bird then... what? "What are you!" he demanded, rude but not intending to insult. "What happened to your face!? Are you okay?" the questions fell out of his mouth without delay. Almost forgetting the greeting which included a name and title. "Tal'at," he breathed under his breath. It was useful for him to repeat the name to forge it into memory, although it probably confused others when he did so.

"I'm Mojag, friend. I am a bird!" He fluffed back up and waited anxiously for a response.

@Talat