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She didn't really have anyone to meet. Pyrosera wanted time away from the big beast. Stupid big old beast. Think they could tell her what to do. Even as the days passed.. it dragged in on her mind.

However her tiny paws brought her to a cavern full of greenery. Red eyes took note on the worn paths. So she went to take a sniff. See if there's anything or something that could catch her attention. A soft flicker of her tail.

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"Speaking"

( @Aran left vague purposely due to not knowing where exactly he hangs out)

Aran kicks a stone over as he stares at the greenery around him. It's slowly growing back from the charred remains that it was before, but there's still some areas that need work. The specific place Aran is looking at, is a small outcrop between the trees that he finds familiar.

Out of all the things Aran does not remember, this is the one thing he does. It's so odd, being a grown deer and waking up one day with no knowledge of anything that's happened around him. Except for meeting the owl - and hatching here. The chrysalis is long gone, it's probably been so many cycles that Aran will never find the remains. Cleaned up by whatever wildlife is in control of the area.

He casts magic to get a general reference to things in the area, there's critters all around like usual. Aran isn't particularly worried about dangerous strangers in Eridanus, though one heartbeat is stronger than all the rest. He turns in the direction the beat is coming from, not seeing anything in particular. "Hello?" He calls out - perhaps its another greater?

@Pyrosera