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It had been perhaps a month since Mycah had awoken to a lack of recollection of any of the days prior -- or truthfully, anything else. The only thoughts that had graced the pawniard's mind at that time was that it was uncomfortably cold weather, and that his head was throbbing. Perhaps it would have seemed strange had it not been for the fact that Mycah didn't know what the difference was between such happenstances and what 'strange' was, for he had no knowledge or instinct on the matter to draw from. He had discovered a set of dog tags on a chain nearby, and thinking that it may have something to do with him or his situation, he decided to take the otherwise useless chain along for the ride, wrapping it around a bladed arm.

Without direction, Mycah began wandering aimlessly through the landscape. He had no destination in mind, and nothing was drawing him closer or further away through instinctual preservation or any sense of revenge. Maybe he could find something to do with himself if he kept moving, that was his only motivation on the matter.

Or, at least, that's what usually was the motivation. Currently, however, as he traipsed through the shifting of sand beneath his feet, he only wanted to get to more stable ground. It seemed like he had spent hours trying to get to the other side of this sand bank -- and there was a good chance that the estimation was accurate -- but his legs had still not landed on a good patch of ground. He didn't like being slowed down like this, as it took twice the effort to move half the distance for a steel-endowed tiny pokémon as himself. He was exhausted, finding himself plopping his body on the cushioned floor to give his feet a rest.

Throughout the short span of time that the small pawniard could recollect, he had yet to find much that had really rubbed him the wrong way. This endless expanse of loose granules had quickly reserved a spot on that small list, Mycah noted as he prodded at the ground with a bladed limb; it didn't stick like it would have with the grassy floor on the other side of the beach. It was, at the very least, interesting to observe when he wasn't trying to travel through it. However, it was also kind of irritating that the small particles seemed to get everywhere, and didn't always like to release their grip. In fact, it was kind of itchy...

The pawniard let the sand cascade off a blade every so often, preoccupying himself as he waited for his legs to recuperate enough to get moving again. He seemed to be completely oblivious to the out-of-place farfetch'd curiously watching his antics, but then again he wasn't in the habit of feeling as though he were anyone's target or prey, so there was no cognitive guard at the ready. Why would anyone attack anyway, unless they were having a particularly bad day? Then again, he hadn't run into that many individuals, pokémon or human, so he had no real basis for any theory he may have otherwise possessed.

While he saw the wild duck pokémon approach cautiously approach him, Mycah didn't move from where he was seated. His bladed arm lowered once the sand had completely fled from its surface and his amber eyes rose to meet a pokémon he didn't recognize. He watched Switch's movements, so vigilant and careful: definitely not one Mycah felt concerned over an unprecedented attack, so his defenses remained lowered. She was... certainly making a lot of noise, though. In an effort to try to identify her motives, he mimicked the tilting of the head to a lesser degree, something he thought was a manner of curious or quizzical nature. He had an easier time discerning body posture than spoken language, it seemed, but he was perceptive enough to realize that it was an attempt at communication. He tapped the flat of a blade against his lower jaw, as though determining where voice came from in the first place.

Obviously, nobody had ever really tried to speak with him before, and he had no idea where one should begin learning to socialize. Outside of actually learning speech itself, at least.

His eyes did not leave their stead on Switch as she silently evaluated the situation, perceptive enough to notice the hesitation but not thoroughly enough to know exactly what it was aimed at. The fact that she was so bold had him confused, for although he knew what curiosity was like, he didn't tend to come up to another living creature that was similar in size. Maybe it was because she had the height advantage and a longer reach that she felt safer, Mycah didn't really know, but her body language seemed to be giving mixed signals in that arena. She certainly had a slightly differing perceptive hookup than the pawniard had, which undoubtedly caused curiosity to surface in the small steel-type as well.

As she attempted to converse with the socially-impaired pawniard once more, instead of trying to decipher what she was trying to convey, Mycah tried to think of how she was even making the sounds she did. The 'F' sound had him particularly interested considering she utilized it so frequently and effortlessly. He attempted to huff a sound, but stopped when he realized it wouldn't have had the desired result. She motioned to herself, and Mycah attempted to copy it by pointing at her as well; when she then moved her wing to direct it to the pawniard, he followed the motion. He glanced down to the blade pointed at him and then back up at Switch. Oh, he was suppose to do something here, wasn't he? But what did she want him to do? He didn't understand this, but he didn't want to just stare blankly...

So he glanced down, prodding around the sand for something, and then turned his attention to the water. He was obviously clueless. Turning attention back to Switch, he blinked and then rolled to his feet, stumbling as the sand rolled under his feet. Once he regained his bearings, he jabbed a bladed arm behind Switch, attempting to tell her that he was trying to head that way. He wasn't trying to cut the conversation short at all, but he thought he'd guess as to what she was trying to say. One would wonder what he was doing out here, right? Or was he totally off base here?

Mycah was unsure if the amount of silence Switch was exhibiting as the pawniard attempted to comprehend and explain was due to befuddlement or not. He was almost apt to believe that any other pokémon could gather what he was trying to show, at least better than he may have been able to, just because they probably had a larger recess of knowledge to draw understanding from. Perhaps this was just a way of thinking that kept the small steel pokémon from getting frustrated, or perhaps it was just another aspect of the world he had yet to fully comprehend.

When the farfetch'd attempted to verbally communicate with Mycah once more, the pawniard glanced at the avian in order to try to decipher any clue her body language or facial expression may give way to. No such luck, it seemed, except... He inched a bit closer and redirected where she was looking with the flat of a blade, nudging where she was looking a little to the right. It seemed she was looking at the water, but he was trying to walk down the beach.

He flinched slightly, noting the discoloration in the landscape off to the distance. Amber eyes squinting to try to make out more detail, but Mycah had never really seen a swamp before... what was it? And was it easier to walk on than this grainy floor they both were stuck in? He certainly seemed perplexed, curious, and turned back to Switch, now pointing toward the swamp. Had she ever been there before? How interesting!

With the way Switch was talking, it appeared she was able to comprehend what Mycah was trying to say. Either that, or she was asking more questions... he still hadn't built up the ability to pinpoint inflections quite well yet. Regardless, she had a general understanding of what he wanted to do, as her curiosity was visible. That was curiosity, right? Her tone was even enough, but it seemed the blade he used to redirect where her eyes were focused on startled the farfetch'd a bit. He pondered why that was, wondering if he made some sort of indication that he was going to use force on her at all. Mycah didn't think his body language said that of him, but then again, he was oblivious to normal customs. It would be so much easier if he could follow along...

It was useless to dwell on it, though, and it seemed that Switch wasn't disconcerted enough to leave. The pawniard seemed to have caught on to what 'misunderstanding' was well enough, but was at a loss for how to determine where to place blame in order to avoid it next time. The farfetch'd seemed more knowledgeable -- though just about anyone seemed that way to the confused pokémon -- so maybe it would help to see if he couldn't get her to show him around some. Even if she did seem to prefer to express such explanations with verbal language, it was better than nothing.

He pointed at the swamp again before turning back to face the bird-pokémon, curious to see if she might follow. Maybe even showing him a better way, though he couldn't very well explain that he had no designated destination... he was just curious and had nothing better to do. Tilting his head slightly to the sound of her voice, the armored pokémon took a couple of careful steps backwards, wondering if she was going to follow. Though it was entirely possible she had just been waiting for him to leave all this time... for all he knew, she lived here. Or could be trying to get somewhere as well, even.

As Switch took a couple of paces forward, Mycah made sure she was headed in the same direction before turning himself around as well, toward the swamp he had indicated previously. He moved quickly -- or rather, as quickly as he could while feet still insisted on burying themselves in the sand with every step. After about a yard or so, he paused and turned himself around again, making sure that Switch was still keeping up, or was even coming along at all. She at least seemed to be less tense, but it wasn't clear if that was because the farfetch'd was beginning to understand what Mycah was trying to illustrate, or if it was because she no longer had his blades so close to her. He'd have to figure that insecurity out sometime...

He only paused a few times on the venture to the marsh before he was convinced she was following. It was simple enough not to rush too far ahead, but the hopefulness he was feeling with a chance at more stable ground made the pawniard wish he could get there sooner. Truthfully, it was not all that long of a trek, even with the impeding sand along the way. Mycah stood staring at the discolored patch of land, trying to assess what could not be gathered from what little he held in his own memory banks. It smelled different... but that was about all he could read from it. Turning back to Switch, he prodded at the scene with a blade, once more directing attention to the very same swamp. Did she know anything about it? He was tempted to test it out himself right then and there, but he didn't want it to end up being another lake.

The closer the pair of traveling pokémon became to the marshy lands, the sturdier the sand dunes began to feel under the weight of the pawniard's feet. It was not a big difference, but it was the slightest bit easier to reach compacted grains under the loose ones, resulting from the shifting of terrain: the sand gave way to muck, it was just a gradual process. Once one focused on their own steps forth, attentions receding to a more focused span, the distance between two points seemed to shrink as well.

To one more familiar with the basic concept of consequences from actions, they may have flinched when Switch whipped out her leek to point it at them. Mycah had no reason to think her actions came from hostility, or even that being smacked upside the head with a tough-bodied onion might actually kind of hurt if it made contact with momentum to spare, even though Switch made conscious effort to prevent such a thing to occur. He only glanced down at the vegetable when he was prodded with it, but for the most part, his attention was trained on the farfetch'd before him. He could tell that she was trying to communicate something to him, but whether or not he could guess the meaning correctly was another thing entirely.

Fortunately, Switch's instruction seemed pretty straightforward. The words, while alien, seemed to emphasize her actions of partial demonstration. At first, Mycah thought that he might have been standing somewhere that he wasn't supposed to, but then Switch pointed to herself, and... then out over the marsh? Again, she indicated the ground, and while the pawniard fidgeted a little, he didn't move out of the way before the farfetch'd took to the air. She seemed to trace the arc she had moments before been pointing towards. It was apparent that she was pointing to where they should be in the seconds that followed.

Curiously, Mycah tilted his head slightly as he watched, waiting to see what she was trying to do, what she was trying to tell him through movement as opposed to through voice. Rather abruptly, he followed motion-command a little too literally and sat himself down as he exercised patience. He didn't understand the concept of weight displacement, but he understood that Switch could float... whereas Mycah would sink. Was that a skill she managed to pick up, to counteract the sinking? He didn't understand how vastly different the both of them were from one another, and saw no reason why he couldn't do the same such thing with a little practice.

But how much practice? How much was he really willing to deal with water again, after the first mishap?

He glanced up at Switch once she landed, but did not move to rise from his spot. She spoke haltingly, but Mycah couldn't pinpoint where the reservations were pointing to exactly. Eyes falling to the mud on her paddle-like feet, he made the slightest move to reach over and poke at the mud clinging to her, but thought better once he remembered he had weaponry for hands; it almost seemed abnormal for a moment. He watched her for any further explanation he could scavenge from her body language, but she just seemed a little hesitant. Mycah could gather that the mud was different than sand, than water, but it also seemed as though Switch was familiar with it.

Was she waiting for a reply? Hastily, he pointed back across the swamp, straight through the middle as he turned back to her questioningly. He might have been mildly confused, but he caught on that she might be able to help through the demonstration she had provided.