The last of the labradorite shards had fallen from her flank, leaving a small trail behind her as the young beast stretched limbs for the first time. Young, but certainly not small - it was a massive pile of iridescent blue and gold shards she had stepped from and, despite the appearance of a young, light gray, fluffy chick only barely about to grow in its adult feathers, it was a chick that was nearly 6 feet tall to the top of its head.

Unfortunately, that still wasn't tall enough to reach the tops of the trees. She strained for a moment, reaching her neck as far as it would go, even gettin up on her toes, but it wasn't enough. So she leaned back down and settled to munch on some of the nearby shrubs.

There wasn't yet much going on in her head. A simple, newborn bliss of living and beastial instincts to eat, drink, sleep, and survive that wasn't yet causing stress. She was a simple, new life that settled to eat for a while before wandering aimlessly, the thuds of her heavy feet against the ground shaking the brush, head sometimes swinging back and forth to keep an eye out for danger.

The sudden crashing through the trees immediately put the poor chick on high alert. Its head snapped up, neck quickly raising to try and see through the trees for what was approaching. It let out a small alarm call and backed up. But it was only moments later when a beast came crashing through the leaves.

She called again, this time slashing at the air threateningly with claws, instincts telling her that this was a predator. It was going to hurt and eat her and she needed to stand her grown and scare it off. Who wanted to get in the way of those giant scythes, after all?

But it wasn't attacking. It was...talking? Buggy, baby eyes blinked at it and it chirped questioningly. She could understand it, oddly enough. "Ah?" She said back, lowering her claws.

Her head cocked to the side. "'lecrtic?" She wasn't sure what they were talking about. She hadn't been 'zapped'. She was eating. She hadn't bothered to look down at herself, but there was still a residue of dark grayish fluid stuck to the edges of her feathers. She could feel it, though, like a heavy weight on all sides.

She looked back at them and her neck twisted around, beginning to press down on them with her head, but they stubbornly just stood right back up. "Hell!" she yapped at them, not quite sure what that particular word meant. Sounded intimidating, though.

She turned back to Andromeda, the instinct to fight or flight gone, no longer worried about predation. Something said to her that if it could talk, it wasn't going to eat her. So she took a couple of steps forward and motioned with her beak. "Stream," she repeated back. Waiting a moment, for the bigger dinosaur to take her there.