Wilder's face broke into a grin. She was happy she'd gotten it to say something and it had a cool name too! Although she wasn't really sure what a 'mandrake' was, she reminded herself that there was no such thing as a 'wilder' either. People didn't have to be named after things. "Hi, Mandrake!" Another banana appeared at their feet and Wilder pushed it forward so it could scoop it up - again, too big for her paws to lift.

As she watched it continued eating, her eyes traveled across its body. Strange, muted fur with odd colors and a very strange, probably unique body shape. "If...if you don't mind me asking, Mandrake...what are you?" Although she doubted that it knew itself. It didn't really seem to be the talkative type.

Wilder stared a bit blankly at Mandrake. A moldy fruit? That didn't make any sense. It didn't look at all like a moldy fruit, nor did she think that moldy fruit could even talk at all. Or even eat other fruit. Wouldn't that be cannibalism? Curiously, she stretched out a paw and brushed it against Mandrake's snout, trying to look back and see its origins. Because, surely, this couldn't just be a natural gembound. Of course.

Looking back as far as she could, the image that popped up before her was no something she expected. It was a pearl, a very large pearl, the size of Mandrake, but, perhaps, a little smaller. It was just the one image before the magic faded and she stepped back. For a moment she paused. That pearl was familiar. Had she seen that pearl before? Maybe she'd walked past the growing Mandrake at one point while walking through Canis.

Either way, it didn't really give her a lot of insight. "I didn't know moldy fruit could talk," she pointed out, helpfully.

Wilder looked at Mandrake a little strangely. It was like her words were completely flipping the creature's world upside down. "Well, uh, no I don't think so." Before her popped a very large banana, possible the best she'd created so far. She patted it with her paw. "This banana is a fruit. It can't talk. Moldy fruit is just fruit that has gone bad and looks yucky. So I don't think moldy fruit can talk." She pushed the banana forward. "Which means you must be something else."

She rose to her feet and peered over, looking at Mandrake's side and around its body. She had absolutely no idea what it could even be, but counting its legs, maybe it was some kind of worm. But worms didn't have bushy fur. And worms were very big. She tried to come up with something, but her imagination was quite stale when it came to Mandrake. "You are....um...." She narrowed her eyes at its squashed face with many eyes. "I don't know. You can just be Mandrake, I guess! Maybe you are a mandrake but that would be like my name being Cat."

Wilder couldn't get it out of her head, even thought Mandrake didn't really seem to care. Apparently, it was fine with being a moldy fruit, but it looked so familiar, that she couldn't stop thinking about it. Well, parts of it at least. And the pearl was sparking something in her memory. Had she dealt with a pearl before? She hadn't given it life, had she? No, this thing didn't look catlike at all and the only thing she'd given life to had been Aether's stone.

Once again, she raised a paw and touched Mandrake, wherever she could, and tried to get another glimpse of its past. As far back as she could. It was a little pearl again...farther back. It was hard to see anything but a pearl among bones but...

Her heart jolted when she saw the black fur. Her black fur, walking away. The memory snapped back into place immediately. "Oh!" She hopped with a sudden burst of excitement and a wide grin spread across her face. Eyes bulging and her tail waving gleefully behind her. "I know! I remember now! You came from the pearl my friend revived! Oh, wow, wow! Yeah, I see it now!" And see it she did - the squashed face had the same fleshy appearance as Squick, the many legs were the same number, and it general squishy appearance reminded her of the worm that still hung out in her belly. "Wow! Oh...oh! You need to meet them!"

Wilder didn't notice Mandrake's withdrawal but stilled anyways, patting at her stomach curiously, as if Squick would be able to feel it down there. "Squick! Hey Squick! You need to see this!" She tried to send the message into the parasite's mind, but her excitement caused it to falter, leaving whatever mental link between them quite empty.

Still, she continued patting at her stomach, trying to actively throw up the little worm, but she wasn't exactly very good at that and if Squick felt anything, all it would be was the vibration of her vocal cords and her paw thwacking against her own stomach.