OOC: This is a private thread in which two of my characters meet each other. I'm curious to see how this'll go... They're very different personalities and both of them write themselves...

Fira lay beside the river, bored as hell. She wasn’t hungry, and she’d cached enough food that hunting wasn’t a necessity right now even if she were hungry. Waiting for chrysalises to hatch was boring as fuck. She was driving herself crazy pacing around the den, which was probably in turn causing some inner turmoil for Destiny, but she could help it. Who knew being an expecting mother was so boring? Little did she know her day was about to get at least a bit more interesting. Fira had never met Macawi before, but today that would all change. Maybe she’d even get her fortune told…

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Macawi hadn’t been to Polaris in who knew when. Since the Hibernation, her memory of older times had sort of faded, and she was having trouble remembering where all she had been. She still remembered faces and voices. She would always be good at that. But places… She’d been to so many places in the Caves that they all sort of ran together… But at any rate! She was back in Polaris, and she could feel her Inner Magicka thrumming from being here. Honestly, she didn’t know why all the Gembounds in the Cave didn’t just… live here. I mean, she couldn’t because Macawi wasn’t one to settle. But others, sure.

Speaking of others, there was a Gembound up ahead, lying on the ground before the Crystal River. “Ho there!” she said jovially, feeling a bit like her old self. “Macawi is not interrupting a nap, is she?”

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Fira jumped, wondering how the Gembound behind her had managed to sneak up on her. Normally she was a lot better at sensing others. Maybe she’d dozed off and not realized it. She stood on her paws and turned, taking in the odd sight before her. “No, you’re not… interrupting a… Why do you have a bird on your head? And… a bunch of glowing feathers hanging off of you?” Okay, so Fira wasn’t… the most delicate when it came to speaking, but at least she always clear, right? She stood and blinked at the coyote, and then looked up at the little Rainbow Spinner, furrowing her brows in curiosity.

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Macawi laughed at the leopard’s forwardness. It reminded her a bit of Imperia — that feisty little cat. What was it with cats and being so feisty and straightforward? She shook her head, grinning. “This is Tangak!” she said, lifting her eyes to try and look up at her constant companion. “Macawi met him Eridanus a long time ago, and he decided that her head made a very good perch.” She laughed again. “Isn’t that right, Tangak?” The bird let out a few peeps, and then closed his eyes and pretended to sleep. Since the end of the Great Hibernation, Tangakwenu had been interrupted from his napping far too often, and it was starting to get on his nerves.

Macawi laughed again, something she did quite often, and said, “Do not mind him, Cat. What is This One’s name? Macawi is sure you have already guessed coyote’s name, yes?”

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