James was currently trying to get a house set up, using the knowledge he had from weaving and crafting as well as the knowledge from the Edenfolk, pushing up long logs he'd found either from trees knocked over or thick branches he'd torn down as sparingly as possible. Right now, he was tying it all together.

He had a frame in mind, a house with two rooms, mostly to keep the weather off of them, but sturdy enough to withstand wind. He was supporting it using two trees, hoping that attaching the frame to both of them would allow the house to be more stable.

He got to work digging, pawing at the dirt to make the foundation for the frame, the logs and branches and other materials piled up, including as many vines as he could carry from Eridanus. This was hard work, but he was certain he could do it.

For now, he didn't notice Mayfal, but his bright feathers were flashy enough to attract her attention, should they be looking around.

James' head shot up and he turned, slowly walking towards the noise, ears forward, "Hello? Is anyone there?"

He emerged from the trees, his crest flared up as his tail spanned behind him, colorful and beautiful as he stopped, a name slipping free.

"Comet-", he said, before shaking his head, "Ah, no. You just look like Comet. Who are you, friend?"

James had dirt on his hooves and some leaves in his mane from all the work he'd been doing, his fur drenched with sweat as his chest puffed gently. He shook his head out and rubbed his nose on his knee to wipe some off, before looking back at the fox.

James blinked and cocked his head, lowering his wings and his crest.

"I don't want to hurt you," he said, turning away, "My apologies if I disturbed you, I'll just go back to what I was doing."

He turned and walked back to his hole, digging the rest of it out before walking over to the pile of logs. It was best to get those up first. He inhaled and hoped his magic would help him. He sighed as his magic fizzled, and stepped back out of the woods, calmly walking towards the stream. He was just tired, that was all. Tired and drained from all the hard work of that day.

James bent his neck and drank deeply, glad the water was cold. It helped him feel less hot.

"My name's James," he said, "Do you have one, stranger?"

James turned to look at Mayfal, frowning, "I... just said it's my name. It's not a 'thing', it's my name. I'm not named after anything."

He sighed and walked back to the forest, shaking his head, "Nevermind."

He returned to the logs to try again, a frown on his face. The log lifted and he nudged it into place, pushing it down before letting it drop. He shoved stones into the gap and then dirt, stamping it flat with his hooves.

"Why don't you come and help, instead of just standing there," he said, "Unless you have a place to be, then I won't stop you."

James paused, puffing gently. He hummed and shrugged.

"It builds character," he said, and tried to lift another log.

He groaned as the log refused to budge, squealing in frustration and just... kicking it. At least it rolled closer. Stupid logs.

"COMET!", he yelled out, "ARE YOU STILL HERE?!"

He hoped she was, he was exhasuted.