It's an odd feeling to be alive again. Her current surveys were focused on the new life in Orion. And how much life there was! Strong hearts drew her attention, pounding in her ears and drawing sharp red in contrast to the typical blur she saw in her everyday life.

Her nose twitched as she sniffed at the air. This charcoal was getting to her, though, and she wiped a moth-claw on her snout and clacked her mandibles together quietly. Hm.

A crack. Her head flicked up, bat-ears twisting this way and that. As much as her design was rather unique, she found it to be based in the lessers she watched and ate from so often. The bugs, in particular, were both a favorite of her's to study, to draw comparisons towards, and to consume- but in a particular sadness, to the last.

Of course, when she did feel emotion in her job.

Drawing herself from her conciousness, she surveyed what must've drawn near. A deer? No- The deer that've invaded this city did not sound like that. She lowered her head and chuffed. Might as well deduce it with magic.

Even as she tried to reach out, all she got in return was a headache, an eye squinting at the mental strain she received. Something was interfering- and it wasn't just now. Her powers- many of them were lost to her.

Closing her useless eyes, she shook her head and held it up, turning back to listening as she walked along the ruins of what used to be her home.

Scuttling turned Linea's head toward the source, still idly walking forward. Another sound she hadn't heard. Today was odd, certainly, and her radial ears twisted this way and that as she steered herself closer.

The sound was large. Too large. Stopping for a moment with a paw raised, she tilted her head as she dredged in deeper for her magic. It came this time- still faint, still blurry, but she got the sense of the thing in front of her. A heartbeat- a breath, and a stillness from its limbs.

The wind blew through Linea's quills, rattling them ever so quietly as she approached gingerly. Should she... Pull it out of whatever it was looking at? Or, she assumed it was doing that, at least.

But the structure seemed odd to her. This must be of that... One line. She couldn't place her mind on it, but she looked on, anyways.

Might as well get its attention. See if it was a predator, or another being from the past looking at the ruins. Crouching down with her shoulders higher than her rump, her mandibles rubbed together accented with a click of her tongue to mimic a loud squeak of a mouse. It wasn't fully correct, but it certainly sounded like a prey item.

She still couldn't tell if it was a lesser or not. It looked like a sapient, and yet- the way it acted. Was it conscious? Was it a new kind of Lesser?

She took a chance. Raising up, her own quills raised cautiously as she stared at the beast, eyes wide with a hint of concern for her own well-being. It was slow- cautious, not growling loud or threatening other than the sound of its own quills. There were signs of sapience, surely.

Linea's ears flicked back as she dredged up magic. Hormones flooded her senses and she felt its own emotions mimicking her own. Curiosity. Confidence. It certainly would have the latter, with its size. The confidence ran into her, and she clicked her mandibles together in thought.

"Who are you?" She called melodically, head raising high on her tall front legs.

So it spoke. Linea's ears dialed this way and that as she leaned forward, trying to get a better look at it with her sub-par eyesight. Even with no way of knowing what it was thinking, she kicked herself mentally for not realizing its form sooner. Of course it's sapient. It looked like it was designed. Was it a fighter, then? A tank?

Why would a tank like this be in Orion, of all places, even if it had changed so much?

Linea's nostrils flared in a huff at the name. "Alpha?" Had they switched to a new method of counting? The numbers were perfectly fine to her. Unless this being had chosen the name Alpha? An odd name to choose, she'd admit, but it was preceded by the gem.

Orthoclases... What were they typically used for? Her mind rolled before she was asked for her own designation, and in a practiced motion she rattled off "Titanite One-Five-Two". Her head cocked, her own mandibles running together in thought. "I was granted the name Linea."

Her head raised and she flicked her ears again, searching. "Where is your Overseer? I need to speak to Ograz, but he isn't in his normal place."

Unbeknownst to her, he was nowhere.

Linea raised a moth claw in the air as she stepped to the side, taking in the sounds and smell of this being in turn. The glowing green stood out loudly in her dull eyesight, her own glow fluttering along her ribcage with every breath.

The words ‘long sleep’ came to no surprise, but she brought her head closer as Alpha continued. ”From the Spire?” The words sent her mind reeling. Did it mean they hatched in Polaris? And numbers were lost? ”Are you from after this long sleep, then?” Her head cocked as her front feet drew close, pushing it even higher.

It continued, and Linea’s attention turned to navigating her ears towards Canis. Tunnel P? Must be an Overseer connected with hunting, then. Vargas. Her eyes shut briefly as she returned focus to Alpha, nodding lightly. ”Yes. I’m hoping yours may have more information.”

She paused. If this Vargas was in turn Ograz, wouldn’t she just get burnt up for even trying to find her hypothetical other Overseer? ”How open is Overseer Vargas to being approached?” After all, she’d gone this long being wary enough of her own Overseer; it was easy enough to assume that this one may as well be the same.