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Taiat continued his trek through to the valley. He had decided to go exploring a while ago and ended up here. It was a quite enough place and there weren’t any other foxes around to pester Taiat. Besides he had been here once a long time ago when he was exploring as a kit. Perhaps he could find those caves that fascinated him so much as a kit. The mountainous valley with the forest safely nestled lower into it was a pleasing area to be around and the caves were simply beautiful, if you knew were to go of course.

Taiat stopped for a moment to listen to the valley itself. The wind was blowing lightly and the animals that lived in the forest lower in the valley were up to their usual ruckus. Still there was something that was odd about today. He had a feeling that something would happen today that would affect his life greatly. Probably just a bit of anxiety mixed in with nostalgia after all this place has nothing of interest to anyone else here. The quite and solitude were nice. Taiat allowed himself to close his eyes and drift off into a peaceful mediation.

Smelling charred earth Taiat opened his eyes and looked for the source of the fire. Turning his head he saw her. A Deava. What the hell is a Deava doing out here? There weren't any good fights to pick out here. This was quite restful valley. Taiat looked at her. She was a pretty enough he supposed. A bit small compared to an old Deava so she must be fairly young. He supposed he would have to say hello or extend some other form of greeting to her. Most foxes seemed to expect that, and judging from the way she was watching him it was doubtful he could escape unseen. Damn

Wanting nothing more then to continue on his way to the caves, Taiat walked toward the purple deava. Sitting down a fair distance away from her in case she attacked he started at her. How was one supposed to say hello to a total stranger without feeling awkward? His right eye twitched in slight annoyance.

Taiat blinked. That was not something most foxes normally said when first meeting another fox. Somehow this Deava's lack of convention made Taiat happy just a little bit some where deep, deep, inside. Perhaps she hadn't wanted him to be anywhere near her in the first place? Fascinating you assumed I was nervous or anxious at being near you; yet I only came over because it is generally expected to say some form of greeting to another fox when you see them. It never occurred to you that I wouldn't want sit next you because of the scorched vegetation around you? Or the fact that you are a complete stranger and simply cozening up to another stranger isn't something that is typically done? Taiat calmly waited for a moment to see what she would do next. If he got bored he could always head off to the caves.

Taiat tilted his head. This female was fascinating, still the caves awaited. Wrapping this up quickly will be good. My kind? Ah you must mean flightless foxes. Interesting you accuse me of lumping you with a stereotype and yet you do the same. You are correct in that the other Deava's I have met have been more aggressive then you, however so are most other flightless foxes I know. You are however mistaken in assuming that it is only Deava's I would put this kind of distance to. Any fox I don't know I would prefer to keep out of distance of attack. Taiat tilted his head back to it's proper position and flicked his ears. She had said she didn't want a stranger around. That was good. It would be a quick way to end this chat and allow Taiat to continue on his way. If you do not desire company then you will feel no compulsion to continue this conversation most likely. So I will leave you now. Taiat stood up and walked past the spot where the purple Deava was still just out of paw strike range. His paws felt the burnt plants from where her flames exploded out before.

A bear? that could be trouble if it took up residence in those caves. Taiat stopped for a moment digesting the information before turning to face the purple fox. Thank you for the information. Taiat blinked. He didn't know this Deava's name. I should have asked before that would have been more polite. For some reason a lot of foxes had something of a meltdown when you forgot something like their name, or never bothered asking it. My apologies, I haven't asked your name yet, have I?

Taiat thought over the words that they had exchanged so far. She was right; she hadn’t asked his name either. That made Taiat feel a bit better knowing he hadn’t committed some horrible social fault. If she hadn’t asked his name she must not have expected him to give her his. My name is Taiat. May I know your name or should I refer you as Amethyst? If she didn’t like amethyst he could always refer to her as chromium alum, but he kept this second thought to himself; after all she might not know what color crystal that could be.

I believe the name suits you quite well. Taiat tilted his head as he studied the female Deava intently. It gives you a grace and dignity that matches your frame. His tone indicated that he was speaking his mind and any flattery was unintentional. Calling you Amethyst might match better to your coat, but it might make you seem a bit plain and uninteresting, at least that's how I see it after a moment of further study. Naming you Harvest gives you a cloak of intrigue. Taiat looked down toward the way he had been headed before. A thought occurred to him. Perhaps this female might enjoy the caves since she seemed partial to amethyst. The caves had some amethyst and if he picked up some flint stones and some tinder he could show her how pleasing it was aesthetically. Are you familiar with this area at all?

Taiat couldn’t help but smile. Harvest was very pretty and her name did suit her so for her to be smirking and shaking her head like that, well it seemed a bit ridiculous. He didn’t press the subject though, since he didn’t want to annoy her. She was quite pleasing to speak with. That’s a shame. In the caves are some absolutely beautiful crystal formations. I was actually on my way to go see them again myself before I came to talk with you. Care to join me? Taiat looked carefully at his feet and spotted a few small stones of flint. perfect! He scooped them up and starting thinking about what kind of tinder to bring.