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Peregrine walked about, being a colt he had finally gotten good well... life. The nearly full-grown kimeti wandered about wondering where this life would take him. His introspective musing were disturbed by another presence. Peregrine cautiously approached, his body was ready to flee at a moment's notice. This was a full-grown kimeti, who could be in the market for a new watering spot, which was at the moment, Peregrine's favorite watering spot. Slowly the kimeti began to take decisive steps toward the stream, right hoof first and then the left. In mere moments, the two were inches away, and Peregrine leaned down, taking a slow, gingerly sip from the fluid stream.

After his drink, Peregrine looked up and asked innocently, "who are you?"

Peregrine puffed out his chest the best he could, his neck lifted and turned, to face Grasswhistle. "My name is Peregrine, and this is my watering hole." The young kimeti used a cold glare, in order to supplement the verbal male bravado he had displayed. Cautiously to prevent falling over and appearing lame, Peregrine took a few careful steps backwards, his gaze never breaking.

Clearing his throat, Peregrine decided it would be in his best interest to take the reins of the conversation; "Tell me your tale, Grasswhistle." Although outwardly, Peregrine seemed very conversationally fluid, it was his first time talking to another kimeti. Peregrine had practiced talking to his pet eaglehound, Triage, but he couldn't really reply.

Following the older kimeti's reply, Peregrine's face would become host to a confused look. Perhaps he wasn't very skilled in using his words yet. Taking a deep breath, the young kimeti tried to speak once more, hopefully more effectively this time. "The story of your life good sir, I would like to hear it." The stream water was cool and refreshing, Peregrine helped himself to another serving of the life-giving liquid, before settling down on the soft grass beneath him. His face now held an eager expression, curious to hear about Grasswhistle.

Peregrine tried his best to hide behind a detached, uninterested, and slightly stoic guise, but despite his best attempts; Peregrine's expression contorted into one resembling awe and excitement, before he reined in his emotions and returned to his calmer demeanor. "I have not heard that tale before.... Do tell Grasswhistle..."

Peregrine puffed out his chest ever so carefully, although the first impression had already been made; this was like the extended version, because it was technically still Grasswhistle's first impression of him, since this was their first meeting. At any rate, Peregrine had become annoyed, "you promised me at tale of a mystical songbird," he said, putting emphasis on the word mystical. In Grasswhistle's rendition, the bird sounded like better than extremely good singer, boring! "Where's the magic? The excitement!" Peregrine's expression matched his inner feelings, complete and utter disappointment.

The young kimeti was taken aback, Grasswhistle had indeed saved the best part for last. Peregrine would've clapped, but he lacked the necessary appendages for that action. Instead he opted to voice his pleasure instead; "A great tale Grasswhistle. You do not disappoint, not one bit." Peregrine nodded his head profusely, in order to punctuate his point. The excited colt opened his mouth to speak again, but found himself unable. The words simply wouldn't come out. Suddenly everything went black, and Peregrine fainted.

In his mind, he saw vivid images, snapshots of scenes. The only two kimeti in them were himself and Grasswhistle. People came and went from a small tent with others standing in a line, waiting to make their way inside.