Zavenlora was not busy with much, except for times when she practiced her arcane magic. The more she used her magic, the more comfortable she felt with it. Looking into the past with things and other gembounds was fun, but, she was careful with other gembounds. Some gembounds may not have wanted their past revealed, and she understood that. Now though, she wasn't practicing her magic. The young pup was simply taking a stroll through Eridanus. She had wondered where her friend she had lead here went. The white fox was a really good friend to have, and though he was reluctant at times, Shiro was fun to be around. Zavenlora wondered if Shiro wanted to join the kingdom, and what he thought about it. Though she didn't expect him to join, she was simply curious on his thoughts on it was all. The young maned wolf secretly hoped he would join. He was a really great friend after all.

@Shiro

It'd been a few days since Shiro had followed Zavenlora into Eridanus - the meeting with the King of whatever Kingdom she'd been going on about had been, to be honest, pretty amusing. He'd asked a few questions - why he was there, his intentions, if he wanted to join, blah blah blah and Shiro had, more or less, shrugged through it all. The cougar had gotten visibly agitated and had finished it off with something along the lines of "Do you have any interest in helping plants" and the fox had, again, shrugged, and replied with "Can't say I do." That'd been the end of that.

Of course, even if he wasn't in the Kingdom there wasn't exactly anything stopping him from living in Eridanus, not that he intended on staying here forever. The moss was nice, sure, but it was a little too...much. Too green. Humid. He didn't think of himself as very picky, but this place just rubbed him the wrong way.

At the moment, he was curled up, in the driest spot he could find, shoved up under a tree, tail curled over his nose. The remains of a cave mouse lay by his side, recently eaten, and he hung on the edge of wakefulness and sleep. It was a relaxing, soothing experience that he found himself quite enjoying. It did it as often as he could.

As it was, he wasn't exactly hidden - white fur in a jungle stuck out like a lamp in pitch darkness. He was completely unaware of this fact and probably wouldn't have cared much if he were.

@Zavenlora

Zavenlora suddenly stopped prancing when she saw a familiar white ball of fluff curled up nearby. Her ears pricked up happily and her short tail wagged nonstop. It was Shiro, and he seemed to be resting. The maned wolf pup decided to be respectful of that, and carefully walked up to him. She gave him a friendly sniff, then prodded him with her paw gently. She spoke softly to him, as not to scare him. "Hiya Shiro. You sleeping?" Her (British) accent was proper as she spoke, but it would be completely elegant at four cycles. The pup waited to see if Shiro would answer. It was ok if he did not though. He did seem sleepy. She sat next to him nearby the tree he was curled up in, waiting for him to respond. If he did respond at all, that is.

@Shiro

The voice was sudden and Shiro wasn't really expecting to hear it. In his drifting between sleeping and waking, he was detached from the world around. So when a voice came drifting into his ears from the outside, resonating both in wakefulness and in sleep, he came to, immediately drenching himself on complete accident. His eyes blinked for a moment, before the dampness registered.

He huffed, mind now thoroughly awake from the sudden water, and he uncurled himself, flicking his dripping tail and stepping out from the hollow. For a moment he ignored Zavenlora, instead spreading his paws and giving himself a good shake to get out as much of the water as he could. Droplets went flying, probably spraying the other pup as well, but Shiro didn't really give a shit. He'd already woken up in a cranky mood.

"Hey, Zavenlora," he replied, trying to keep his voice, at least, chipper, but quickly found that to be exhausting. "I wasn't, really. Obviously not anymore."

@Zavenlora

Zavenlora watched as Shiro got up and started shaking himself free of water. Some of the droplets came unto her as well, but Zavenlora did not mind at all. It seemed Shiro still needed time to get used to his water magic, but the maned wolf was confident he would get there. She cocked her head happily, wondering if Shiro was still tired. Well tired or not, Zavenlora was ready to perk Shiro up one way or another. "Well, since you're not sleeping, how about we do something. What do you want to do? Hunt, explore, or maybe go to Polaris to see the Spire?" Shiro probably didn't know what the Spire was, so she explained just in case. "The spire is the source of magic and life in the caves. I was told by an owl in the kingdom, that it is a living being, but I'm not sure since it doesn't move at all." She hoped Shiro was up for it, but if not, they could just rest if that is what he wanted.

@Shiro