ORIGIN

The one cat that matched his elemental abilities, who had made ice sculptures as well, assured him that it would have looked nice if it worked. Ghanyarah was still a little embarrassed, but he nodded and rolled his shoulders in a squat reptilian shrug. It would have looked nice, but oh well. The other cat, the dappled kitten, spoke of how sometimes she could see things that happened sometimes. That didn’t make sense. Ghanyarah could see things that happened all the time, as long as he was there to witness them. Maybe she meant in some sort of magical regard, that she could see things without being there. He wasn’t sure. The subject quickly shifted after the marmoset suggested some of them go hunting to provide food for those attending the party. The two cats who he felt he had been previously entertained volunteered, leaving Ghanyarah with no one to show off to.

Moments later, a large snake had emerged from somewhere that Ghanyarah hadn’t seen, asking what the reason was for the party. Mildly amused, Ghanyarah remained silent as the red wolf explained that it was a party, and the monkey suggested he stay and hunt as well. He thought it funny how the snake had expressed concern as well - it seemed only the reptiles had their wits about them, but Ghanyarah was lenient and willing to allow the party so long as he could reap the reward of keeping them all safe. He didn’t know what the snake’s motive would be.

Soon enough his attention shifted back to the red wolf, who had dedicated her time to erecting small arrangements of rocks in different shapes. Ghanyarah waddled closer, relishing the cold and the snow as it swirled around him. He summoned his magic, Quickly condensing the snow into a small replica of the red wolf in among the piles of rocks she had arranged. “What do you think?” He asked, cocking his head with a grin.

Waiting for an answer, the reptile's attention soon fractured on the arrival of another animal, a stark black and white dog - another canine - that had joined the party. Ghanyarah's tail quivered slightly as he shifted his gaze to the approaching whippet who was excited to have stumbled upon the party, that much was evident with his wide eyes and lolling tongue, though was quickly distraught at having not brought any presents. Ghanyarah didn't know what comprised a present besides a half rotten carcass left in the mud, a common gift to Aquarian. But maybe that was the whippet's style.

"Your presence is just fine." The reptile replied coolly, then slowly cracked another wide grin on his maw. Ghanyarah: Master of Puns.

Well now... This place sure is a blast from the past! A terrible one that's for sure, but even though it probably hasn't been that long in reality but it just feels like it's been centuries since he stepped talons into Polaris. Which is an awesome factor actually! As due to that feeling he has, like it's been so long, his memories of Polaris are very hazy. Yeah... Had to make memories fade away to get over this little trauma of his... Talk about pathetic right? He still can't look back about his past, but it's because Albeon just feels the strong urge to face-wing and groan about it in utter embarrassment.

'Was I really like that?' Thoughts like that usually come to his head when these moments happen. Good thing he can't time travel; it'd be so cringe worthy meeting his younger self.

Makes him wonder if he should return to Canis to see if he's OK entering there now... Hmmmm nah... Bad memories or not, it seems pretty barren anyway hardly anything to do. Besides... Things being more sanguine for him or not... There's still something he kind of needs to do... Hopefully he'll find something out on how to do it soon though.

When flying inside into Polaris a feline passed him by the entrance as they were leaving Polaris, his eyes were on them for a second, but when he turns around he notices the appearance of Polaris' interior was fairly different.

For one the hell are these ice statues? One looked like Tukluk who he met once! ...OK how long has he been out of it really? Seriously, what the hell this is completely new to him, and somehow he gets a bad feeling from these ice statues! He must have really missed out on a lot, he really needs to didactic to get his outdated mind up to speed... Hmmm. He doesn't really know whether all of this change in appearance is positive or negative... Being so used to looking at things with a pessimistic outlook, which funny enough even though he's grown up quite a bit after reawakening and feels like a weight has finally lifted off his shoulders his pessimism has ironically grown since he’s less naïve now.

Let’s see... There's a gathering of Gembounds and strangely even though he just saw what he thought was his body frozen to death in ice was Tukluk amongst them. Phew... His encounter with him was thankfully was one of the better moments of his past, glad to see he's still around in spite of his claim he'd take Mosi on when he accidently mentioned about that incident, or his short lived worry on whether that ice sculpture was his real body. There's quite a few canines he doesn't believe he recognizes, and a few more felines too. There's two more: reptiles, one he recognizes from Fornax who doesn't seem to be in the best of moods, and another new one that he doesn't believe he knows.

Slowing his flight to a descent to land on the ground he hops on over to this crowd his scarf trailing behind him, Polaris does does have quite some nice decorations on them he doesn't know what to make of this really. Albeon raises one of his wings up somewhat directing it only at Tuck the one he's most familiar with in a way. Because Albeon's awkward like that... Like a loser that he is.

"Hey, Tuck." He calls out to him, although he's very unsure of what is going on here, his deep voice still sounds confident nonetheless.

The other Gembounds were beginning to disperse to hunt. Ghanyarah wanted very much to linger still and show off his magical prowess, but with the party's numbers steadily declining, he found his interest beginning to wane as well. He said that he would stay and protect the party goers, and he wouldn't necessarily be keeping his promise if he left now, but perhaps the komodo could still watch from... afar... for a little while before heading back to his swamp. He looked between the remaining Gembounds and wandered in an arc around them, casting his eyes out to the room that stretched beyond them now, eventually finding his way to a boulder and clambering atop. From there, he watched the party go on, content to have slid back into silent solitude after embarrassing himself so badly in front of everyone. Yeah. He could protect from here.