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"Leavin book." Dionaea agreed, and crawled as quickly as she could to her friend's side. Watching as she carried the candlestick, the flytrap steadied herself on her own two feet to follow. This walking business was difficult, but she had to keep up.

Peeking around the corner of the door, Dionaea listened. Didn't sound like anyone was even in the castle, let alone this particular hallway. She smiled. "Nohbody here." she whispered back. Should they return to one of their chambers?

"Where now?"

Dionaea sat down, unceremoniously, in the doorway. She thought, quiet for once. She then shrugged, not really too concerned with what to do. As long as she wasn't alone, she was more than happy.

"We c'n go back to my chambers, then you c'n drop the shinies... Then..."

She wasn't sure what they could do next. Maybe take a nap? Explore some more? She wondered if there really were other Fey in the castle. And where was Pteryx? Where had she gotten to? She'd have to ask her Kithain to locate other Fey sometime.

"Sound goo'?"

Procyon looked to Dionaea, who had plopped down in the middle of the doorway. Her eyes quickly scanned the rest of the hallway, making sure all was clear once again. A second glance couldn't hurt.

" 'Good idea Dee. Les drop 'dese off, and den we can go 'splorin' more!" She rubbed the metallic surface of her new shinies, ready to get them home and hide them really well. No one would find her treasures.

Tail twitching, she held a hand out to Dionaea to help her off of the ground. Toddling a bit, not yet used to standing on two feet, she pulled Dee off of the cobbled floor. It was then that she saw movement out of the corner of her eye.

Instead of helping Dionaea up fully, she kept ahold of her hand, and jumped over her, back into the library. Unfortunately, this acrobatic move caused her to drop one of her candlesticks, and it clattered to the floor, causing quite the commotion. "Dee!" she half-shouted, half-whispered. "Someone's 'dere!"

Peeking around the corner, she saw another little girl, with a tail similar to hers. She was holding a shock of plants, and looked like she was dancing around the stones on the floor. Looking back at Dionaea, she whispered again. "Who's 'dat?"

The clatter of the candlesticks on the floor were a dead giveaway to their whereabouts. This wasn't going well for Procyon, who took pride in being sneaky. But it was her first time out and about in the castle, so she thought this was more of a learning experience than anything. Next time she'd be much more stealthy.

Mephiti's eyes widened at the loud, sudden noise. Her extra appendages flailed as she overbalanced and threatened to topple over, and it was only her other leg that kept the child from falling to the floor. She paused, tiny ears perking in the direction the noise had come from as if waiting for another one. Her fingers tightened on her plants as though they were a security blanket, and her multihued wings buzzed nervously behind her.

Even Perry, lazy as he was, had emerged from her tail to float above and just in front of her, long tail swaying. He made as if to float further down the hall, but Mephiti scooped him up in her free hand and sat him atop her head. It wouldn't do for him to get hurt should the noise have come from something sinister in nature, after all.

"Whozzit! Who's dere?" she asked after a long, silent moment.

"Chrrrt!" Perry echoed, his squeak a quiet boom in the stone hallway.

Dionaea poked her own head beyond Procyon's, all but falling to the floor without the necessary balance. She did kind of look like Procyon, but she was missing the face-mask. Still, why did everyone here have to have a tail? Dionaea felt a tad left out because of it.

"Yesh! Is Proceeon and Deeoneea! Why you haf weeds?" Her Kithain had shown her a book of flowers sometime ago, and when Dionaea was busy absorbing the information, her Kithain explained to her what weeds were. Though she'd never seen any, she figured that's what the skunk child had in her hands.

And she had a strange, floating companion, too! She would definately have to get her Kithain to get her one as well.

Procyon was quite happy to meet another Fey of her age, and instead of hiding behind the door, she decided to make herself known. She scampered on all fours down the hallway, clinging to one of her precious candlesticks.

"Hey 'Phiti! I'm Proceeeon. Dee and I are 'splorin! Wanna come 'splore with us?"

She flashed a wide smile at the skunk Fey, and twitched her tail. "Look, you've got a tail like me!" She pointed at the skunk's striped tail and giggled. "Dee likes my tail, I tink she'll like yers too."

Motioning for Dionaea to come down the hallway as well, she couldn't resist calling to her, excitement in her voice. "Dee, come here, look! Is a new kid!"

Mephiti fidgeted a bit as she found herself the object of scrutiny. These two were vivacious, much unlike the older Fae she had seen from afar but had been too shy to approach. She found she didn't mind their energy, and her own young spirits rose, overwhelming her shyness. These two didn't seem to mind her, so why should she mind them?

The monochromatic girl's tail caught her interest and she swung her own around, trapping it to her side with her free arm. "'Nother tail! I like your tail, 's all pretty with the rings 'n greyness!" Her attention moved to the larger girl as she approached and she stared for a moment at the plants growing out of her head, filled with a sudden and inexplicable desire to study them. "'Splore? Yeah, we'll 'splore! 'Splore where?" She wasn't quite sure what this "'splorin'" was, but she was reluctant to leave her new-found friends.

Perry, still firmly attached to the top of her head, gave an irritated squeak, evidently feeling left out. "Oh," Mephiti said as the Jerboa harmlessly smacked her ear with his fluffy tail. "Dis is Perry!"