It should've been training, not just wandering- and yet it found itself walking through the trees of Pegasus. It was far more comfortable in the water- it had been made for ambushing from the murky depths. But the tree's dappled shadows, the gentle breeze and sounds of lessers made it pleasant in it's own right. But you should be training. Came a stern mental reminder.

A voice calling from a nearby tree caught it's attention, and it turned it's head to see a red-furred creature perched out of reach. "..Hello..." It replied, significantly less enthusiastic. "...Proposition?" Intrigued, six red eyes narrowed in on the other gembound. "What exactly are you offering?"

The compliment likely meant to soothe or flatter it just made it slightly on edge- it was strong, and stealthy. It had trained it's whole life to be strong and stealthy. But hearing someone else mention that felt... weird. What does she want? It thought, because obvious the fact that she had pointed it out meant she wanted something of it. I do not owe her anything, she is not in the chaos forge.

Still, more out of curiosity than anything, it listened.

"I have heard of Leo." It had spent more than it's fair share in Leo, training it's swimming, it's underwater fighting and stealth. Then the small gembound continued on with her offer. The idea of 'payment' caught it's attention, though being called a 'gooey friend' was... offputting.

The offer of knowledge of the future- or past- immediately caught it's interest. That could be useful. And the task being presented for it didn't seem that harsh. Just collect some 'good loot' from Leo's underforge.

Three fortunes just for a little trip to Leo? Part of it was sure there just had to be a catch. "I have been to Leo- but only the bay. To your knowledge, is the underforge... dangerous?" Dangerous to the tiny thing in front of it and Labradorite itself were definitely different- but still it had to ask. Anything you fight down there will just be training. It thought. But was it really about to do this? For a stranger, unaffiliated with the forge?

Labradorite made a sort of acknowledging hum, six eyes squinting at Kitty almost judgmentally. Tiny- no spikes, no quills, not even any extra eyes. Of course it'd seem dangerous to her. Everything must've, to something that small and defenseless. Labradorite lapsed into relative silence, staring down the reddish creature perched in the tree as it rambled.

"We.. have a deal." It's speech hesitant- was it still thinking over the deal, or just unused to speaking to strangers? The honest answer: both. "We'll meet at this same place, I suppose." Equal parts a statement and question as it began to turn to leave, seeing no point in sticking around.