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Rouge weaved in delight; the smile looked good on the handsome buck, and "A poet? How charming!" she laughed, "I'm sure your talents are prodigious - certainly measured against mine, for I am rather more of an artist. But if you wouldn't mind toying with an amateur, it'd be my pleasure to be your match." A suggestive flutter. "For all Acha are poets, in our own ways - or most Acha, at least," she amended with the newcomer's showy arrival, "some Acha are jugglers - isn't that so, Catching Fire?"

]Forgotten Feathers. Albatross repeated it exactly as it was said, complete with the correct placement of the intonations. It did sort of explain why she was never looking at the ground, head always in the clouds, literally. Was she looking for something? How irksome, or not. It sounded like a future adventure for them.

"Albatross. Birds of a feather, eh?" A pregnant pause later. "Songs of the sky... I recall something about the sky falling..." Albatross grinned. Those were fun stories. Looking at Forgotten Feather's legs she asked, "Can you dance?"

So many more acha and colorful kimeti kept on popping up. Where did they come from? Instinctively she drew closer to the other kimeti and shook her head elegantly so. As if they could beat this duo.

“Well, I suppose always being lost has to be interesting. They always say you find the best things when you’re not looking for them. I don’t know who they is though. Anyway, I’ll try not being lost for you so we can stick together somehow.”

Speak Softly tilted her head to the side and regarded the cat with a frown. “Is he okay, is he choking?” She would have gone over to give him a helpful smack in the side, but Travels mention of singing caught her attention. “I never knew my mother.” She didn’t seem bothered by that, she’d just blurted out a random fact the she felt somehow worked with the conversation.

“Cat can sing!” Speak Softly thought that was great, fantastic, brilliant! “Let’s here it then! I bet cat sings better than the little baby Kimoti Kimozl Kimacha things.”

Once Forgotten had spent long enough dawdling. The Kiokote pressed forward, calling out to the doe with the glowing markings. “Excuse me… you, can I have a moment of your time?” He trotted over, throwing his head back and gave her a look that was not meant to be a glower, but may have come over as such. This was obviously going to be a long shot, but there still hope. If he hadn’t had that, he wouldn’t have brought his siblings all the way here. But that bit of hope also made him nervous. He didn’t want to fail.

As if remembering his manners, he bobbed his head to any others with her, but his eyes were only for Glowing Stream. “I only wish to ask you a question.”

The goddess spoke! And her name was Albatross. Her blood flowed hot, and without waiting for a reply from Catching Fire, nor the handsome poet, she said to the latter off-handed, "I will be your match," never taking her eyes off the doe. It started even, like a chant, but soon rose into a lapping song:

"I sing of the desert - of the desert's daughters:
Fired by the sun's rays, polished by the sandstorms,
Acha daughters glitter - Acha gleam like gemstones,
They dance like dew-slicked diamonds, their laughter rings like crystal;
Far from home, my lovers shine in my heart forever.

Blessed be this Blossom, who traveled far to waters:
Traveled far to sisters - alike and yet so different,
Softer, like sweet flowers, like sweet flowers fragrant -
Blest I who so far traveled, that I may gaze in wonder
At beauteous Albatross in flight, and her Forgotten Feathers."

"I find wonderful places," he agreed the tiniest crease in his brow. He simply never could remember where they were which only led to more places found until he somehow miraculously managed to find the one he had been looking for. He rather liked it like that for even when he did find a once-visited place, he thought it was new. And when he did remember it wasn't, he felt rather pleased for himself for finding it. (It was exasperating really for anyone who knew him. Especially his cat.)

He wasn't sure whether not knowing her mother was bad. He had only been raised by his mother for awhile -- mostly because he had of course wandered off -- and now he found her sometimes. She only seemed inclined to know him when they were alone. And really, he liked his mother but she was rather boring.

He nosed at the cat gently, pushed and prodded him until he was sitting slumped in front of the doe. The buck's front legs pressed against the cat's sides to keep him from running off. He dipped his head, "For the doe, cat, please."

Guide tilted his head back and gave a long hard look at the buck. Then returned his head to look at the doe. She seemed very excited by the idea of singing. And he could hear the voice of something else singing in the background. He dearly hoped he would get a nice treat after this.

It wasn't really much like singing, his mrows and yowls that climbed and dropped, but if one listened carefully they could put words quite easily in his mouth. He was much more like a mimic and the singing contest was quite a perfect thing to parrot. Not that he thought so even as he knew the buck would be smiling. Guide usually left this sort of trick for convincing the buck to let him sleep longer. (Oh yes, he better get a mighty big treat out of all this.)

Snow-Blind hadn't even noticed the doe that had walked over and started talking to them. He was more out of it than he thought. When she started talking about mushrooms, his ears pricked up, his head snapped straight, and he tried his best to look charming with his legs still wobbling beneath him.

"Well hello, there. My name's Snow-Blind." He tried to saunter towards her, but with his limp legs he probably looked more drunk than charming. Ignoring the weird conversation about other bucks-What is with everybody wanting to find look-alikes?-He tried to act non-chalant.

"Sooo. What was that bit about mushrooms?"