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Above Heartache skipped into the group of Kin working. It wasn't something she was used to. All work and no play made a boring Acha in her mind. Smiling, she went up to the closest one and asked, "What can I do? Will it be fun?"

Water Silk went around picking up items here and there to help rebuild the mound the Kimeti all talked about. At least this time he would be around to see what it meant to them. Something wondrous by the feel of those around him. It seemed all were wanting to get it back and it drove his instincts to help out.

Wings Sleep moved easily through the groups grabbing items and building the mound. Today was a wonderful day, with the excitement of games going on. Oh, she planned to dance the night they were all finished. It would be wondrous, and with the little ones! The thought gave her steps an extra bounce as she walked. She went looking for feathers that would stand out against some of the young ones while they danced, but not get in the way of their hooves. So much to plan for, that she didn't see the other until bumping into them.

((I don't care who Wings bumped into, just quote me so I know. The other two are open for any interaction too.))

At her overly exaggerated gasp, Ashes tilted his ears back. WOW. Was this event that important? Should he have been ashamed?? ...Nope. It turns out, the doe he was helping had no clue what this was all about either! Ashes couldn't help but let out a small chuckle after almost freezing in place! "Hahaha! Alright, so I guess I'm not that alone in the fact that I have no clue what this is all about. Fire Festival though...? I've never heard it. Sorry." He apologized yet again.

Both of them working together turned fruitful as they dumped the tree branch onto the pile. Everyone else seemed to have been packing it down and making it neat, so with a hoof, Ashes tapped at the bark. "Should we break it apart and scatter it? It seems everyone else it making it so nice and neat."

"No I'm blind.." she almost added "..you idiot" but held her tongue. She was feeling unusually snippy in her depression. "I can't really dance or help because I end up bumping into things or getting in the way." She sighs deeply, laying her head down on the ground. "I can hear just about everything up here, even when they're singing and telling stories."






Life was staring at the little black lamb with huge, sparkling eyes of interest and joy that she'd become obliviouse to the large animal hissing at her. Her attention snapped back when the doe of white and browns addressed her. She raised her head and her cheeks tinted red just a little in embarrassment.
"I'm sorry, ignore who..? Oh." She noticed the gryphon fluffed in warning and making hissing noises at her. "It's ok..I understand these creatures are very protective. I'm Life." She made a small bow again to the doe. "I'm sorry if I'm interrupting.." it had just occurred to her that she might have been, "it's just I saw this adorable uh..creature here and I had never seen such a thing before. Is this a baby?"

Wings shook her head after the bump, "Sorry, I should of looked where I was stepping." She looked from one to the other as they talked. "Hello, Wax and Wane." Smiling, as these two made sense to her. "I am Wings Sleep." Realizing that she still had some feathers in her back teeth, she put them on her back, so not to be rude.

Wings, looked at the bubbling water, wondering how they kept it so fresh. "I would like to join you, thank you both."

Blind? Oh that was a shame! "Aw." Then she couldn't see how wonderfully marvelous he was, and showing off his dance was pointless. "But you could... join in on the stories, right? And sing? Or at least cheer the others on." Right knew he'd work harder if a pretty doe was cheering him on. "There's lots you can do to help. And if you don't want to be down there, you can dance with me here. No one to run into but me, and I wouldn't mind at all." He tried to get her to smile.



"Mmm, the last time the festival happened, I couldn't find my way." She realized she had never given her name. "I'm Lost Trail by the way." She pawed at the branch they laid down. "I hear stories sometimes. So I kind of... know this happens. I don't know why, and I don't see the point of the mound, but it's important, obviously, so this is what I'm going to do." she nodded firmly.

At the dark buck's suggestion to break the branch apart, she looked at it and frowned. "But it's so natural like this..."

The doe hadn't even noticed the gryphon - either she'd seen one before, or a baby totoma was the more interesting commodity. Edge bristled inwardly at the liberal use of the word "creature", for Savager was certainly much more than that, and her grandson even more. She allowed herself a sharp flick of her tail, but otherwise remained as composed as her daughter. Savager however glared, his wings shifting, and she knew he was restless -- his mood was usually foul enough without her contributing. As her daughter spoke, her mind turned back to the teal buck at the edge of the trees - perhaps...

"You didn't interrupt," Edge replied smoothly, with a glance at Cornice, "I was about to go." She nodded farewell at the doe- Life- but saw no reason to introduce herself in turn when she was just going to leave. Life would learn her name soon enough if she became friend or foe, and if not then no words had been wasted. For totoma, she caught his watchful eye and one corner of her mouth quirked upward to show she had not forgotten him, and with that she turned and strode away from them, Savager gladly padding alongside her.Her course took her to the teal buck, who was watching the rebuilding of the mound. She hears him ask his question, the curse putting a smirk on her lips, and though he spoke to his hound, she answers.

"You should have seen it before it was torn down," she chuckles, coming up beside him. "Ghostthistle's mound was a total wreck."

She was a tough one to read, this doe with her too-big eyes and too-subdued features. Spindrift flicked his tail with deliberate laziness while he waited for a response, not entirely sure if one would be forthcoming. It wasn't shyness preventing her, or at least he didn't think that was the whole answer. Then again, he wasn't completely acquainted with the concept of timidness in any shape or form, so maybe he was misreading the situation.

When she spoke again, his ears perked in an involuntary show of satisfaction. Still, the somewhat vague question forced him to glance back a second time, trying to decide exactly what she was confused about. It was a pretty standard sight, aside from the aforementioned anomaly. "What, those two with their turtle shells and weirdness? Honestly, I couldn't tell you." He squinted to make out what they had added to the natural bowls, spying half-blackened fruits, unsightly strands of plant life, and other seemingly random items, many of them singed by the same fire that had ravaged the landscape. He clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, shrugging a little as he returned to the lithe doe. "Yeah, not a clue. Trust me, though, they're the ones that're... different. Not you."



Wanwood colored slightly beneath his fur when the buck kept talking, oblivious to his tentative interruption. It was painfully evident now that he'd misheard, not to mention misunderstood who the second half of the conversation was directed toward. From the sound of things, the other was simply airing his thoughts, heedless of the gathered kin on either side of him. Wan was not the type to condemn thinking aloud, having indulged in the practice more than once in his lifetime. That didn't stop him from being flustered, looking elsewhere in an attempt to mask his error.

Unfortunately, the moment he had chosen to back quietly and swiftly away was the same second that the other raised his head, eyes immediately locking onto his own, glowing set. "I, well," he stammered, casting around for something more intelligent to say. His mouth hung open a minute too long, closed with a click, then reopened with a faked cough. "I just. Hello? And, um, good work so far. That's... that's all." Intelligence was not on the agenda for today, not when he was expected to force it out around his clumsy tongue. "Sorry," he added belatedly, returning his gaze to the ground and patting down an already well-packed section of dirt. Would it be asking too much of the Swamp to swallow him up and allow him reemerge in another place, preferably with no one else around?

Beautifully Broken turned from piling dirt around her latest addition to the mound and smiled at spotting another kiokote joining the work. She walked over to him. Speaking whle working was unusual for BB but this wasn't like her usual mosaics which were a thing requiring focus and calm. Eventually she might add her mark to some small corner of the finished mound, but for now it was a group effort and something of a social occassion.

"Good morning. It's good to see another of our kind joining in. Already its a glorious work with so many contributing, a fitting dedication." Even as she spoke she turned to look at the ground mound and contemplate her next contribution.




Moongazer was annoyed. She understood the neccesity of the fires that burned and renewed, but it made the night too bright and the smoke bothered her eyes. Now she found herself in the center of a swarm of activity. Gazer was young and had never seen this place herself as it had been, but even being here a short time she heard tell of other gatherings. For now she stood on the sidelines of the clearing watching, listening, and pondering just what she might herself contribute to the gathering.