The ave always wandered these dark halls, wondering if he'd ever see any passerby in them... even if they seemed to be meant to be void of life and desolate. Each time the juvenile took a step from his home, he felt a pang of loneliness. He knew that few would be able traverse past the snarling beast above the entrance to Canis. It warned everyone away from the room of bones. Both grateful and upset by that, the Bone King decided to wander in the tunnel leading to Orion to see if there were any travellers. He had found a recently hatched Gembound that apparently didn't know how to speak, or something... Maybe he'd see the long-legged critter again. Who knew? Certainly not the lammergeier.

Carmine orbs flickered as the bird gazed about, rufous crown turning around to gaze into the misty depths of the cave. Faint silhouettes danced in the ethereal fog, but the bird percieved them to be simple illusions of the rock's shadows. Few stood in this passage, but there were some. But then, there was one that moved quite frequently. The Bone Prince sought to investigate, spreading out juvenile wings and taking to the air. Powerful strokes were made with tact, hovering in place for a brief moment before the ave would shift weight forward to move toward this dancing silhouette. It became clearer and clearer, until sharp eyes found the figure of some other living being... a Gembound. Landing slowly with small clicks of his beak, the bird managed to stand around twelve feet from the creature.

Condensation littered the bird's feathers, and he shook himself free of it, droplets of water spattering on the granite floor. Whoever or whatever this other living being was, neither could see the other very well, and the Bone King did not wish to scare what was soon to be revealed as a fawn. Giving a small coo like a dove, the bird spread his wings, willing his magical prowess to do him well. Molecules of oxygen, carbon dioxide, hydrogen, and various other atmospheric gases were drawn toward the bird, gathering at his wings. This alone cleared some mist, gathering it near his wings. Once he believed he had a suitable amount of atoms to use his magicka, the bird hurled the wind forward, not strong enough to knock over enough, but to dispel the mist and loosen it's grasp on the passage. When he could see clearly, the bird was a but sleepy. Hobbling over to the Gembound, the juvenile goggled at her for a second. She was really pretty! And that gem! Krakarak would be jealous of that! "Hi. My name's Aza'zel, King of The Bonebound!" He guffawed, proclaiming himself king of a group when it wasn't exactly official yet. Hey, he could dream, right?

"Speech"