Carried in on the back of the mighty, nine-foot-long reptile did she come. A diminutive juvenile bat hangs upside-down on the webbed spines erected along Ghanyarah's back. Her presence was.. odd. The ball of fuzz and membranous wings was like a dead flap of skin, hanging down, shifting as he did. At least that is how it seemed from afar. Closer up, a small head could be seen. With a snub, rounded nose and two impossibly large ears seated atop her head, she cranes her neck to get a look around- upside down- at absolutely everything passing them by.
The air of this room was familiar. Was this not where she had first awoken? Nearby, it was. Closer to the entrance of Tunnel I. She welcomes this feeling of invigoration with a fluttering of her wings, spread wide at her sides in attempt to lift the ball of her chest with a sizeable downstroke.... but it was not meant to be. Her wings repeatedly smack against Ghanyarah's spines and get her absolutely nowhere. Since emerging she had not quite gotten a hold of the concept of flying. Though the urge to take to the cavern air was palpable, twas simply not possible. Not yet. It frustrated her to no end, but still she would practice, practice, practice.
Water was nearby. Sounds of liquid movement had rushed into her ears since before they entered Polaris; so sensitive her hearing was. Insect wings flittered across the water- bugs going about their business- and it caused a pang of hunger in her belly. Unfortunately, hunting would be impossible so long as she could not get off the ground. Alert, amber eyes move in the direction of the buzzing sound, a sound that those with less sensitive hearing would not be able to discern. At least not from that distance. But her ears pick up something else. A muted heartbeat. Larger than hers and Ghanyarah's combined. A pointed nose turns upstream, and the sudden sound of shattered stone causes her and Ghanyarah to stir in surprise. Useless wings flap again, fur raising with anticipation. A small moment passes, and they see that at least danger was not afoot.
"What is it?"
Her soft, childlike but feminine voice calls out with no small amount of curiosity. Ghanyarah had shifted, entering the water to take hold of a piece of something- from one of many somethings- that had been floating on by. The little bat's pulse increases, and she looks around further. Tis only when Ghanyarah brings them both closer to the fuzzy, snowball of a culprit did she come to understand. Or so she thinks. Following the reptile's inquiry, she remains silent. Silent, staring, waiting. With eyes wide open.