ORIGIN

Maeve is not sure what draws her back to the room of sparkly sky. Perhaps it is because it is in this room that she took her first breaths, and upon it's craggy floor that she learned to walk. Nor, really, is she sure why she was drawn away from her small herd. Her herd - as odd as it was - meant safety, as safety could be found in numbers. Not traipsing around the dark, completely alone.

The slender filly kept close to the walls of Orion, trying to divide her attention equally between the ground she needed to traverse and the sky that captivated her soul. Eventually this division of labors cost her, and she stumbled, knocking loose a piece of rubble that had previously been attached to a building. This in and of itself startled her, but it was the way the stone's fall echoed throughout the chamber that almost made her fall face first into panic mode. It sounded as though something were creeping up on her and she innately reaches for magic she didn't know she possessed, not sure what it would even do....

It built up in her system and she could practically feel the sizzle of magic in her blood and on her skin but it faded, leaving her cold and almost empty. Feeling defenseless, she tried a different tactic, but was unable to hide the shudder of trepidation that shook her coat. "Hello?"

It doesn't immediately occur to the small filly to look up. Most everything took place here, on the ground, where her ashen hooves touched the ground. But the sound she heard - so very faintly - of a scrabbling sounded again.. above her? Confused, her pale blue eyes cast upward, searching for where the pebble-fall sound was coming from. When at last she could see the creature, she shrank back slightly, but realized that it probably didn't mean her much harm. At least not yet. For now it was quite some distance away, sitting upright and waving it's tiny pink feet in her direction.

May frowns, unsure of what was going on. From what little she could see, the animal was clearly tiny and had those weird feather legs like Eve. But it was somehow fuzzy too. And tiny. But it didn't talk. Clearly the creature hadn't heard her. Less frightened now, but clearly still cautious, she extended her neck out, held down low and addressed the thing again in a stage whisper. "Hello. Are nice?"

Tentatively she raises her right foreleg and waves it in Ashtoreth's direction, although to be fair, May is still a little wobbly and isn't able to raise it high or wave it much. Afterwards, she feels a bit foolish.

Strange that a creature so filled with fright and a blinding devotion to survival would feel afraid for something else. Still, when the tiny ... fluff thing ... started to fall down the front of the ruined building as if in a free fall, a tiny guttural whicker bubbled up through her throat and she took two halting steps forward. "Oh noes."

Like her other friend, the feather thing stretched out their feather legs and started to drift gently in May's direction. Nervous that it would attempt to land on the bump between her ears like Eve had, she tucked her over sized ears back against her head and shook it preemptively. Luckily, the tiny noodle had no such intentions in mind and touched down awkwardly - giving May this disjointed memory of her first attempt at standing, although things were obviously not the same. She didn't come floating in the air. Her feet were solidly on the ground, exactly where they belonged. Belatedly it occurs to her to ask if the thing was okay, but she decides not to. It didn't look like it hurt.

When at last the little creature managed to come close enough to talk, May studied her for a moment, waiting for her to talk. When nothing was forthcoming, May's ears flicked forward and back again and she eyed the tiny creature awkwardly. Too nervous to let the silence drift on for too long though, she attempted to say her name, having learned the difference of Imeve and Eve from her friend, if not so much the accompanying syntax. "I'm Maeve. You I'm?"

Silence greeted her introduction. And although May couldn't help but smile as the fluff thing chewed on her own pay, she felt a bit uncomfortable. This was even more amplified when the creature adopted what was, to this point in May's life, the saddest expression she'd ever seen. What was she supposed to do?

Still nothing. Slightly daunted by the unending silence, the filly dropped her gaze to look awkwardly over at the ruins. Her attention snapped back abruptly when it began to bound toward her - tail, wings, and pebbles everywhere. With a soft, breathy squeal she shied away, but seemed to absorb the realization that it was only play halfway through and upon landing, bounced back into a half rear and pivoted toward the fluff thing. But she was careful, not wanting to hurt her new friend who was so very much smaller than herself.

As if realizing the size difference anew, she danced in place rather than swinging her hooves about and tossed her head about as if in invitation. She hadn't had a proper chance to play and it felt quite good to be moving, allowing her to forget, for one precious moment, that she was alone in a strange cave, with a stranger.

Together the thud of her little hooves and her companion's pebbles made a merry background beat as they both pranced about. Lost in the moment, May tossed her head about, sending the wispy tendrils of her mane to flutter in her self created breeze. Rather suddenly movement caught the corner of her eye, as it would any prey animal, and she saw but did not immediately comprehend that it was her new friend leaping into the air in her direction. She didn't flee as instincts demanded, if only because it wasn't the first time something with feathers had attempted to perch upon her but she did shy back slightly.

This small shift seemed to keep the mute fur-fluff-thing from landing safely onto the narrow wedge of her back, instead, leaving her to dangle off her shoulder, tiny paws slipping through her practically non-existent mane. Very clearly she remembered the disgruntled look she'd gotten before for shaking someone off, and coupled with the warm spirit of play, decided to try and help, aiming to shift Ashtoreth the rest of the way up with a bump of her muzzle.