Epidosite kept herself busy. Catching bugs she could snack on. As well as scrounging around anything she could find. Meeting her creator was ... fun. Entertaining to say the least. After she caught a few bugs, she was scratching around at the surface of the stones.

A summon of her powers to sense for anything cool nearby. Epidosite didn't know much of what it did, but she figured to test out and see. Something had to be useful right? The hybrid could feel the texture between the stones. She used little claws to pry an opening. Taking a moment to do so, she pulled out a mangled piece of metal.

A scrap. Silver in color, yet rusted. A weird gasp in surprise. How odd.

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"Speaking"

( @ NO )

Almost at once, a startled, insulted chittering set up from just underfoot.

A Red Mouse popped its head up from a hole beneath, its tiny body nothing compared to the fierce territorial display it offered: little gnashing fangs, long twitching whiskers, and a shockingly loud sound.

Apparently, it considered this object part of its hoard; it just hadn't been able to drag it down into the den. And now, it was mad about it.

@Dravite

He had been walking slowly, stomach dragging across the ground as he did so. It was rather annoying, feeling all the bumps and rocks against his stomach, but he guessed that was why he had scales there instead of feathers. His wings were pulled against her back, resting there closed and out of the way. He was searching for something to eat, something to get his attention off of the boredom that was gnawing at him.

He thought for a moment before shifting to heat his body in hopes the steam would anneal part of his stress away, enjoying the feeling of the heat coming off his skin, even if it did burn a bit. It was a good burn nonetheless. Or maybe he was just a masochist and didn't know it yet.

Regardless, when he caught the sight of another seeming to be bitched at by a mouse, he snickered slightly, slowly making his way over. What did you do to piss it off?