The fawn slowly wandered into a new place; somewhere where there was yellow and blue light surrounding the place and there were crystals everywhere. But there were no plants. It didn't bother her as much as it usually did - not everywhere could have plants. The fawn was in fact, a walking garden to begin with.

From the corner of her eye she noticed a river and began heading towards it to lean down and take a drink from the water. She was briefly at ease as the liquid went down her throat and she shifted around to lie down by the river.

It was empty; or perhaps she just couldn't notice anyone around but either way, the white fawn was content.

He watched her approach, and his stomach rumbled. Aside from a fish or two that had gotten too close, he hadn't eaten since munching down spare Raheerah pieces, and a few stray scales was hardly a meal; it seemed almost too good to be true that a cave deer was wandering right down toward his jaws.

He lurked lower in the water, slipping beneath, watching the water-distorted white form shimmer toward him. As it did, he felt a thread of doubt.

Is that a cave deer...? It's small, but it's white, not glowing. He wasn't even sure how to tell, and for a moment, he debated whether to simply do it anyway, to lunge from the water and seize the drinking fawn in his jaws.

Finally, though, with a faint bubble stream of a sigh, he bobbed to the surface a foot or so from the fawn's head as she drank delicately from the river.

"I don't suppose you can't speak," he greeted her politely, "so that I can eat you?"

His tone was wry; if it was a lesser, after all, she'd bolt and be gone before he could attack. If she spoke, he couldn't eat her anyway; he'd already lost out on a meal.

Perhaps, at least, he could get a little conversation.

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@Isi

The fawn stared rather blankly at dragon, head tilting. Her neck extended a little to touch noses with the alligator before she recoiled with a bleat, stepping back from the water's edge. She looked left, then right, then twisted her neck back to take a daisy growing on her back between her teeth and set it on Dragon's nose, roots and all.

She slowly sat down, admiring her work, before she bleated again. Perhaps a greeting.


@Dragon

The thing didn't speak; instead it leaned out to sniff him, and it took all Dragon's willpower not to seize her face in his jaws right then and there. The next thing he knew she'd found a flower, he wasn't sure from where--had it been growing on her?--and set it on his nose.

He stared.

Was she making a point? Saying hello? Was this some sort of magic? For a long moment the alligator bobbed silently in the water, utterly speechless, the flower sitting on his snout.

"...Can you speak?" he managed at last. If she couldn't, maybe he'd eat her; he was hesitant to, now that she had shown she was friendly, but he was also ravenously hungry, and he knew he'd need food to heal.

"I am Dragon," he tried, at length. "And you are...?"

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@Isi

The fawn was silent for a moment, ears twitching as she seemed to think, trying to translate Dragon's words. She blinked and then bleated quietly, head tilting.

She recalled the boar she met in Eridanus and what he said. With a jerk the tiny elk bleated, "Baby!"

She nodded - though it didn't seem to be a declaration of her name; instead she seemed to be claiming Dragon as a 'baby.' She watched the alligator closely, contentment shining in her eyes as she lowered her head onto the edge of the river.