A soft sort of perfume wafted over the area, as though a mingling of scents familiar and repugnant combined in harmony. Where it came from could be determined to be approaching, as the scent was growing stronger. For the skunk, they even began to seperate some, to different, but tollerable stenches.
Finally, the owners of these... Wonderful scents slunk out of the brush, though they were by no means trying, and began giggling softly once more the moment they reclaimed their feet. The dark-coated skunk of red and gold let his tail waft just above the ground behind him, as did the rather oversized mushroom-toned rat... Who disappeared into the brushes and vanished when he noted Slyvia, his scent fading to leave behind only the skunks.
Jason looked over at the brush where his apparently shy friend had vanished and sighed, shaking his head, then looked up. "Hello." He said gently, grinning ear to ear. "I don't recall having met you yet. Are you new? ... Or am I?" He smiled, as if that was supposed to be some thinly-veiled joke. He gave a soft, curtsy-ish bow to the fae and shuffled to his haunches to settle in a respective, seated pose, with his lustrous tail curled around himself.
