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Oh great! One impulsive move and Henry had unintentionally woke the sleeping- boy? Was it just a boy? Naturally he wanted to refer to them as something else on account of their Hallowed features but this wasn't to be spiteful or cruel. Up until this moment the brunette little Geist had only heard tales and stories of Hallowed Nightmares and Daydreams.

With his little tippy toes he shuffled back quickly, giving the other plenty of room to fall to his knees as he awoke. "Th-those are your real eyes?" he questioned as though this might be some optical illusion. He had seen Fey with beautiful eye like markings on their wings but these had opened. They had blinked at him!

He was quite horrified in the moment so the naturally well mannered and kind hearted boy was keeping his distance from the other Freshling for good measure. "I... didn't mean to wake you up- I mean, I had but not like that. I just-" the boy was overwhelmed with nerves, shorting out his circuit of otherwise humble and collected thoughts.

They speak! Henry, for whatever reason, hadn't been expecting for any kind of interaction. Perhaps he had been under the impression that Hallowed beings were incapable of functioning as normal nightmares. Oh, how very wrong that assumption was. Henry got a few display of actions. The boy apparently had control of each eye individually, and much like he had seen them originally they fell back into a squint, giving the illusion that only one pair was present. From those slits the boy's green eyes followed along that horn sat smack dab in the center of his forehead. It didn't quite coordinate with the wings placed along his back. Apparently this must have been one of those Hollowed Hybrids. Not that Henry would have known any better on account of his basic knowledge of other races. He only knew what he did from his constant pestering questions.

Then he spoke. Henry flicked his wandering eyes down to the pair of orbs that were peering back at him through a sleepy perspective. "O-oh, I... Well, I didn't wanna smack you in the face. No no, I would never. I just... I wasn't expecting the extra... you know." With that his grubby little hands pointed up at his own eyes to gesture what he had meant. To Henry's knowledge everybody was suppose to have two eyes. He was still so young and despite being a very needy, social child he was inexperienced with other's unique features.

Harvest was kind enough to give a proper display when it came to his eye functionality. It seemed the more words that fell from this other kid's mouth the more at ease it made Henry until his tensed up shoulders had fallen into a state of relaxation once again and he reclaimed the steps he had taken backwards.

"Mhm, first ever... I..." There came the distraction. Henry leaned a bit to the left as he caught sight of the odd wings sprouting from the other's shoulder blades. He seemed friendly enough but it was such a struggle to withhold all of the questions bouncing around inside Henry's little noggin.

"I didn't exactly have a reason but- Well, I guess in a way I did. You see, everybody else is playing and I suppose there's not enough room for me or something. When I saw you over here napping I thought maybe if I could get you to wake up you might... want to play."

Aah, there it was! The reason for the disturbance. Harvest shrugged gently. While his brother Pod was the type to wake someone with an awful Prank, Oliver and Bean on the other hand frequently wanted to play. Of course, their attempts at waking Harvest were quite a bit different. They didn't involve dropping his hat on his face, but beggers could not be choosers. Although, Harvest hadn't really asked for anyone to play. After all, he had come to the playroom to escape from the noise of the farm. While spending his time playing with another freshling had not been what the boy had intended, a new friend really couldn't hurt. The shrug had been more of an acceptance of circumstances rather then of disinterest.

"Alright." Harvest said, not really aware that he hadn't directly been asked to play. The other child had just wanted to play together before he saw what Harvest was. Perhaps the offer still stood? It was rather presumptuous, but the kid sounded just as lonely as he did. "What did you have in mind?"

Mariana looked worried when she noticed how eager Pere was about wrestling...and even more when Tarunen seemed to be interested in the idea. The tail and his host were definitely different personalities, with Taru being more curious and open to trying new things than Tarja was. Still...wrestling? "You *can* get hurt if you're too rough but is it even fair? Taru doesn't even have arms." Mariana looked at the tail who seemed almost insulted and straightened up like he was puffing out his chest.

"....Taru says he doesn't need arms to be strong. I mean...it's true, he's strong and can do a lot without arms." Tarja looked at her tail with a hint of admiration but also a little worry.

"...I dunno, maybe as long as Tarja doesn't get hurt.."Mariana still sounded a little dubious about that. Could they wrestle without potentially getting Tarja involved? Ever since she met the shade she worried about her getting hurt or being scared.

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Roshan was confused as to why the elf nodded. She hadn't otherwise given any indication that she had heard Roshan so they decided that is what the nod was about. She must not have known what to say next after saying hello. If it weren't for their mom's training, Roshan might have been in her position too. They decided to go along with this elf as she seemed to be a lot like them.

The femme seemed to finally realize she had been asked a question. Her response was at first confusing but she indicated the coloring pages between them, allowing Roshan to guess the proper subject of her outcry. Thankfully she clarified herself even more before Roshan had to figure out if she was just pointing out what they were doing or something else.

"Um, I think so," Roshan said as they spread out more of the pages. They were pretty sure they had seen one of the top of a chest of drawers with items on it to color; most of which were rocks. The funny part was that one rock had had eyes put on it. (That's the reason it stuck out in Roshan's mind.) When they found it they held it out to the other freshling. "Here's it is."

Roshan attempted a pleasant smile before introducing themselves. "I'm Roshan, by the way. What's your name?"

Imiri smiled happily, continuing trying to finish with the block tower before he paused to write a thought on his pad. He tapped the other freshling on the shoulder, showing it to her. "What are you building?" He thought for a moment, writing something else down. "Do you like castles?" Imiri figured that he could gather up enough blocks to try to build a castle if they wanted. Or he could grab a chair and just keep building higher with his new friend. It didn't matter much to him, cause he was having fun with Stella and she was so focused on building!

Nervous.
...was she nervous?

Maiqa blinked her golden eyes owlishly as she entered the room. This would be her first experience since being deemed old enough to venture among other children. Small, sharp nails clacked on the floor as she tap-tap-tapped them, contemplating to approach others. As she wondered, her eyes roved over to bright flowers nestled in the window, and her eyes widened in excitement.

Completely ignoring her surroundings, she bounded toward the window, long tail flicking from side to side, bound to hit at least one child in her merry, clueless journey toward the flowers.

She pulled herself up close to the flowers and looked at them carefully, tail flicking from side to side behind her like an excitable puppy.

((Any can fall victim to her tail if they'd like to engage her!))

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Roshan was startled when the elf snatched the paper from their hands. She seemed very happy to find the page. She must really like rocks, Roshan thought. They knew someone who collected pretty rocks and wondered if the two would get along. Roshan smiled in return.

"You're welcome," Roshan said. They watched her sit before she introduced herself. Her next question once again confused Roshan. "Um." They looked at their drawing and contemplated what to say.

"I think I'll name them vesper blues." The colors Roshan had mostly chosen were blue or close to. They were rather proud of the range of patterns they were making on the vespercat's coats. Roshan gave Jane a smile unprovoked and got back to putting in odd spots.