The little dragonhorse was getting around and learning more and more all the while. He'd met a few gems including his small family but he felt like there was something or someone that he was missing. His father perhaps but he didn't even know where to begin to look or even what his father looked like. He shook his head, it was not a thing to ponder now as he was on another little mission. The mission of food! It wasn't too long ago that he'd caught a fish with his little catdeer friend. He couldn't help but feel a little bit of fluttering in his stomach when he thought of the docile creature.

Air erupted from his nose as he snorted in an attempt to get his emotions under control, no need to lose his head. He was not even near Hawthorne now, he was temporarily on his own... which after being with other creatures was a tad bit nice. He could do his own thing without explaining himself while his thoughts were completely his own to ponder. The horse's nose snuffled along the walls, taking in the scent of the moss. For some reason it smelled absolutely delicious. He'd never eaten moss but why not try it here?

His mouth opened and very gently he took a piece. The sweet taste flooded over his palette causing him to nearly lose his mind at the wonderful flavor. He'd tried grass and flowers before but nothing compared to the sweet taste of this moss! It was absolutely delicious! Promptly he began to clean the stuff off of the walls in large bites, swinging his tail and nickering happily at the flavor. Oh, he'd have to come back here very very soon. This stuff was to die for!

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@Kawenu

The plap of webbed feet plodding along almost seemed to echo. At least, it did to Kawenu, who was very small and very aware of his large feet. He looked like he was rather content on the outside, but inside he was trying to distract himself by gawking at the various species of fungus that spored and sprouted here. He felt a bit adventitious, which didn't necessarily come off as unusual, to him. As he wandered, he found himself walking up on an equine hybrid, nibbling at the mosses with enthusiasm. He stared for a moment, then looked up at the stuff he could grow on his own in a wake of magicka, considering taking a snack break for himself. However, he might need to make himself known, lest the bigger being think him rude for silently joining along. "It is very good, isn't it?" he tilted his head up toward Val with a smile that was best seen in his eyes. He wiggled his tail, then used his beat to "shovel" up some of the fungi from their roots before beginning to eat on them, feeling quite satisfied for some reason unknown to him.

@Valentine

Perhaps he would have heard the slapping of webbed feet on the ground if he wasn't so distracted by the delectable moss. Maybe if he was a normal horse, skittish by nature, instead of part dragon he would have been paying more attention as well but no, he was happily munching and expecting no one to bother him. Until he heard the sound of a bird-like voice speaking from somewhere below.

Valentine blinked, ears turning towards the sound as his eyes followed. The creature who had addressed him was a small fluff of a duck, young, probably about the same age as he was. Its beak held no visible smile but he could see the twinkle in the mallard's eyes so he mirrored it, a smile edging its way onto his face while the good-humor shone in his pink gaze.

"I'll say. This is some of the best stuff I've tasted in a while!" Not that he'd even been living for "a while" but who was keeping track? After grabbing another mouthful of moss he turned again to the duck, munching thoughtfully while he examined him. "What's your name, fellow-moss-lover? Mine is Valentine." He asked kindly. If they liked the same things it was only polite to offer introductions, right?

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"Talking looks like this!"
Thinking looks like this...
@Kawenu

The duckling stuffed his mouth full of moss, eventually finding himself with a case of "chipmunk cheeks" when it was time to answer and inquiry. He blinked at Valentine for a moment, then swallowed it in one go, throat bulging and getting a bit of a soreness in the process of his gluttony. He gave a little cough, then tried to pretend it never happened. "I am Kawenu," he said. He got a nibble of moss this time, being sure to not pig out and get trapped in another awkward "let's almost choke on food" scenario. "If you ever want something else to try of the fungus variety, I can make them come up in my wake." He wagged his tail feathers (or what there was of them), hoping to make a new friend today. @Valentine