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Sitareh: *Stumbles onto the grassy scene, wriggling in apparent excitement at all the action taking place, too accustomed to the seclusion of the forest with her lone brother's company. Her father is a stoic figure nearby, but she doesn't appear to notice, nudging at the new sights and flaring her nostrils at the varied scents.*

Orion: *Wiggles his little wings and looks around mumbling.* I am not a freak.... I'm not! *His little heart pounded in his chest as his eyes scan the ground with distraction. It wasn't until it was too late that he realised some was in front of him, but that was after the impact. Stumbling backwards and then falling to land on his rump he looked up to see a creature of gold. Instantly it reminded him of something and as always he spoke before he thought.* Are you the sun? Why are you visiting the earth? Mummy said you where hot but you are not burning me...!? Does that translate as pretty? *He had heard other stallions calling mares 'hot' but he really didn't understand that. Girlys where icky -well most of them.*

Sitareh: *Unprepared for the sudden rough contact, a squeak exiting her mouth as she reels away, trying to keep her legs under her. When she's steady again, the filly looks to the cause of the trouble, surprise flickering across her scaled face at the question.* Sun? *She peered up as if to inquire about the similarities herself, a creeping grin appearing at the last question.* Nu-uh, can't say I'm any of those. I'm a Sita, actually, Sitareh. I promise not to burn you, okay? *Approaches to sniff at the sprawled foal, her tail wagging with delight at the two little growths on his back.* What're those?

Orion: Sit-ar-eh? *He titled his head as he spoke the word slowly, it was a strange name and a lot longer than any her had heard before. His sister was Lior, his mother Edel and as far as he was concerned his so called father was called Scio. As she enquired about his 'wings' he blushed, would she call him a freak too?* Em... wings? *She wiggled them again* My Mummy said that my Daddy was strange and that there may have been something wrong with his genes since me and my sister got these... *wiggles them again* things. *He sighed softly, he wanted to fly like his mummy but that just wasn't going to happen with these buds on his back, maybe they would flower one day? He could only hope.*

Sitareh: Good! *Encourages his slow speech, wooden hooves clacking with enthusiasm while she squirms in place. Mention of wings has her somber and attentive again, and she chuffs thoughtfully at them, the delicate fingers of translucent blue fluttering with the motion. The uncertainty in his tone is lost on her, too curious to find that creatures like her might also be capable of flight* They're very nice. *She congratulates, the trees that blossom out of her family's spines making it easy to accept any new findings. The sigh finally clues her in, and her brow furrows around her horn.* Don't you like them?

Orion: I... *He hesitated as he looked at them over his shoulder, in truth he liked them, he always had but others called him a freak for them.* ...like them. *He continued with a soft smile peeling across his lips. Pulling himself to all four hooves once more he circled her once* ....are those... fishy things... *he stopped to think about the word but it failed him. Scalops? Scalic? Scales...? It was something like that right?*

Sitareh: That's good, 'cause you should like 'em lots. I would. *The words come simple and unaccusing, considering the matter settled when he doesn't fight it further. She wonders, fleetingly, if Hallon could pick her up a similar set from somewhere. Her ears track the foal's movement as he makes to study her from all angles, not at all concerned when he lands on her most compelling difference.* Not fishy things, silly. I'm not a fish, I'm a girl! *She puffs out her cheeks at him anyway, trying to imitate the round-mouthed things she knows exist beneath the water.* These're armor. They keep me safe when I get run into by... *A pause and she smiles sheepishly.* I don't think I know your name.

Orion: Armor.... *What a funny word, he had no idea what it meant but he would ask his mummy when he got home. If they kept her safe maybe they where strong? He resisted the urge to test them and found himself forgetting that as soon as she mentioned names.* Orion.... my name is Orion. *He chirped before adding* I'm a boy.

Sitareh: Oriiiiiion. *She repeats carefully, less observant of syllables than he was with her name, instead dragging it out as she pleases. Her nose crinkles with amusement when he adds on his gender, a spark of playfulness catching in her pale jade eyes.* I knew you were a boy. I have a brother, you know. Me and him do things all the time... like... *Her tail tentatively reaches out to swat at one of his legs.* Tag! *Flipping around, she darts back to a safe distance, watching him expectantly.* D'you play tag?

Orion: I have a sister.... Lior.... *He mumbled before being swatted with her hoof, his eyes went wide as she started to run away calling tag. He hadn't played this one, him and Lior usually played hide and seek in the dark, and consdiering their colour it was near impossible to see each other. Lots of fun. Yet as she ran away from him he figured he knew what he had to do... tag her back. Wiggling his little wings he started to chase her calling.* Come back here! *No matter what he did he was always just too slow to touch her, nearly achieving it twice but failing. He became so engrossed in the game that he didn't notice the root from a tree as his hoof caught it and flung him forward to the ground in a roll* Ouch... *he called as he hit the ground hard*