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Night calmed the doe's impetuous nature, kindled acceptance and a willingness to -- well apparently to explore caves. She had moved through the throng of bodies at the front and taken the first path into a another room. It wasn't because she was opposed to company but there were too many. She found it hard to manage her attention among more than a few. At least when she was willing to share it at all.

The room she had wandered into seemed empty and darker than even the pitch-black of night save for a glow that may or may not have been there. It was faint, splashing lightly against the walls, that it might have been all in her head. Her nose wrinkled as her hoof came down onto something slick and wet and -- "Gross..." She moved forward and felt something brush against her alert ears. Ohmotherfatherhelp. She swallowed a screech of surprise. "Wh-what or who," she tried to strengthened her voice by taking a deep breath, "is in here?"

Havemercy had leapt into the room and immediately hidden behind the rubbery, rotten tree stump to wait for the orange buck who she had met in the cave's entranceway. If he thought he was going to scare her, he had another thing coming. She wasn't afraid of anything.

Have chuckled softly to herself as she waited, crouched in the slime and moss, for the buck to follow her. She could feel Rook shivering nervously on her back and hoped the mongoose wouldn't start chittering scoldingly at her like he tended to when he thought she was doing something that would get them into trouble. Pawn, on the other hand, seemed to be enjoying this, and peeked up over Havemercy's head to see past the tree stump, her little eyes shining in the dark.

Miss kept perfectly quiet as he searched around, relying on the damp weeds to dampen the sounds of his hooves on the ground. Still, the eerie green glow was getting more and more visible as his eyes adjusted to the near-pitch darkness, and he knew his pelt would practically light up with the fungi's peculiar light. He knelt down behind a dark shape, figuring it to be something to bump into, and waited quietly, his gaze darting around like a dragonfly on the surface of a calm pond, as he waited for a shuffle, a squeak, a chitter, to give the female away.

Miss grinned when he heard another female come in, and stumble around. Maybe he wouldn't be able to hear that fetching gold-and-orange quite so easily now, but if he kept from being bumped into, maybe she could do the finding for him.

Mischief could be blamed for a great many faults, but inability to think on his hooves was not one of them. Just like when playing the flower-bouncing games, he leaned over to scoop the mongoose up back into the air. The small creature was falling, or rather, flying, with rather more weight and speed than even the weightiest of flowers, though, so it wasn't quite his fault that he miscalculated, and bounced the creature up instead of merely stopping it's fall. He stumbled about a bit, the slippery vines and weeds on the damp stone floor not giving him enough purchase to stay quite upright as he scrambled to get the small creature balanced atop his head.

In spite of himself, he was rather impressed when he actually succeeded to catch and balance the small animal in the end, even though it had taken quite a bit of bow-legged and sprawling skating about in the wet weeds to do it, even though he very nearly ended up on his rump a couple times.

"Well, I think I win this round, seeing as I caught your, err... projectile, close calls regardless..." he hazarded, inclining his head slightly, then quickly tilting it back as he felt the mongoose's weight shifting. "Sorry," he said to his passenger, almost wincing at the thought of how bad he would have looked if he'd botched it all by dumping the small mammal... especially after pulling off that trick.

Miss turned to look at the purple female, resisting tilting his head slightly as he examined her and her interesting stripes. Her claims to having remembered him threw him for a moment, because he was certain that he'd never seen her before. Not that that was necessarily a good thing.

"I think you must have mistaken me for some other buck," he informed her. "Because I'm sure I'd remember someone as colorful as you.

"As for the question of grace, well, how often have I had the chance to practice catching a mongoose that's been thrown at my head in a wet cave with slippery weeds strewn on the ground? I'd say I did pretty well, considering."

Doom slipped through the entrance, past the fanciful acha and kimeti, her brethren’s loud echoes masking her soft steps. Darkness engulfed her. Loud breathing of others announced others. Step, step, squelch, step, splat, step, step step, SLAP. Yeah, Doom wished she could blame it on the sensory overload, but glowing pile in the corner or not, whatever was touching her was most unpleasant. And oh god, the smell. Like something rank and slimy. It reminded her of the watering pool big animals would go to die. Or perhaps she just wasn’t keen on getting slapped with oh so cold, wet stuff in the face. But here, she was in her element. Relishing the shadows, she sinked deeper into them, weaving to and fro. Further she ventured, deeper into the chamber toward the glowing mound.

And just like that, the heavens parted and a savior in the form of something soft and fluffy crossed her path. Oh it was glorious and just what she needed. She burrowed her dirty face into the soft fluff, both semi-orgasming at the softness and cleaning her face of the dank muck. Nevermind what hid in the dark.

She had to give him credit on account that a mongoose flying at one in such a slippery condition does not happen often. "I concur. You are most correct about it. Maybe more practice and you will make it an art form?" Wings Sleep smiled softly. Her grace would of allowed her to fall on her rump in the middle of the logs.

She turned to the other doe that spoke up. Her coloring made Wings thing of a fire burning and thought the doe very pretty. Looking back at the other two, "A contest? Oh, did I ruin the effect with coming in here?" She surely could have, with hitting that log and just oh...Wings felt horrible now. It was her fault that one mongoose ran out, it made sense to her.

In the midst of her concern, she heard the red doe mention her name. "Hello Havemercy. I am Wings Sleep."