"My name is Arwen,", she said, mandibles clicking under her mask.

She turned and started to make her way through the field, popping berries into her jaws, chewing them to a pulp before swallowing them down.

"Do you like the berry?", she asked, looking down at Marshmallow for a reaction.

If the little thing ate fruit, it would be much easier to feed it, that was for sure. And she was certain that Blue wouldn't mind toting about something as small as them.

"I eat berries and the nectar of flowers,", she said.

@Marshmallow

"Arwen." said the bat. It was a nice sounding name, and it was easy to say with her tongue. "Yes! Berry yum!" She flapped her wings, not strong enough to fly, but strong enough to create a small breeze. Marshmallow tilted her head downwards to lick the berry juice off her fur.

"Nectar." for some reason that word generated images of flowers in her head, but she wasn't sure why. So she jumped to the obvious conclusion. "You eat flower?"

@Arwen

Arwen bent down and stuck her proboscis into a flower and drained it of nectar, standing up, "No, I drink from them."

She picked a flower and gave it to Marshmallow, "Here, you try. It's even sweeter than fruit."

It was basically all sugar, but still.

"I really like it, more than fruit,", Arwen said.

@Marshmallow

Marshmallow watched intently as the grub she was riding on stuck a weird tube thing into a flower and sucked all the yellow stuff out of it. She happily accepted the flower that was offered to her, but, hot having a proboscis, the bat stuck her entire head into the flower, licking up the nectar greedily.

The flower was rather deep, like a tulip, so eventually, Marshmallow was leaning her entire body into the flower. When plop! Her entire less that an inch body fell head first into the flower, with only the tips of her wings sticking out.

@Arwen

Arwen burst out laughing and picked the flower up, gently pulling Marshmallow out and tipping the flower on it's side instead, "Silly bat. Be careful, or you'll get stuck!"

It was so funny, and it reminded her of the bees that buzzed around, their fuzzy little butts sticking out of the flowers they drank from, pollen dusting their bodies. She was like them, she knew, with her sharp stinger and her bulbous body. She just had to grow some more.

"You can drink some more, I'm going to walk," she said, and inched along, gently holding the flower as she took in the view, chittering gently to herself.

If one were a bee too, they'd understand that she was singing. But as no one (nearby, at least), was, she was only singing to herself. Which was perfectly fine with her.

@Marshmallow

Marshmallow nods, her entire front fur covered in nectar. She licks it off, and fluffs up her fur a bit before continuing the lick the delicious sugar out of the flower. Personally, she preferred the berry more, but the nectar was a close second! And it wasn't as filling, so she could eat more of it.

Finally, bloated to the maximum extent, she curled up and fell asleep to the chittering of the bee. It had been a good day.

"Exit Marshmallow"

@Arwen

Arwen went quiet as she saw Marshmallow asleep, and turned to go back to her bush, where it was safe and where Blue knew where she was. She would sleep too, and after that, she'd show the bat to Blue.

She curled up and set Marshmallow on her back, eyes closing as she sighed. It was nap time, now...

"Goodnight, Smallwing," she said softly, a bit pleased at the title they'd come up with for the small critter.

@Marshmallow for vis
Exit Arwen.