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The air around the temple and its oasis was getting a bit chillier each day despite the regular heat from the desert. When the sun would sink behind the sand dunes, ruins, and trees, the sky looked like a wet watercolor painting made by a four year-old who hung it up before letting it dry; colors would blend and swirl, mix in odd ways.

This is was the little cream colored Malu saw before her for the time being as she paced around the stone steps of one of the side temples. Front paw would lob a stone off a step in a bored manner, ears twitching each time the rock bounced down its path. She had heard of so many Malu being alive….yet she had only really seen three. Where was everyone? Was her kind truly that shy or hermit-like that they just stuck to their own compartments?

Pale yellow lanterns looked up from the stone she had balancing on her front paw. Talls ears flicked forward in a curious way towards this new, slightly smaller-than-her, and BRIGHTLY colorful Malu just some feet away.

"Who you?" the freckled little thing retorted. Her tone wasn't snippy or harsh, but quizzical and a little demanding.

Large eyes blinked a few times down at the azul and black hued Malu before following her gave up at the sky. It indeed was pretty. Half of it was a blue and purple that slowly leeched onto the failing sun burst colors.

"I likes stars. They do not have much color, but they are glittery and blink a lot." Her word's were prounced in a pricise manner. "I Enoa."

Small shoulders shrugged lightly. "Bored. No one around." She didn't have the best reasons for being places.

It was in a small moment of silence that Enoa thought of something she thought was rather fun. "You want to see river?" she asked. her tone had switched rather dramatically to something slightly peppy, excited, and hopeful. however, the "river" she spoke of was nothing more than an itty-bitty creak that flowed somewhere from the trees and then inbetween two huge hunks of crumbling pillars.

"A river is whe-You fall down," the freckled Malu said quite frankly. Looking down at the vibrant young-one she spoke again, "you sit, then get up in a minute. Now, a river is..." and Enoa continued to tell the younger one about what rivers were and how water ran down them and they made pretty sounds and the like.

"We go now?"

"I show," Enoa stated and soon was making her way over the temple's grounds. She moved rather slowly, knowing from her exeriences with Odyss that some Malu fell a lot. That was all right though, as long as they didn't cry about it.

Some time passed and after much zig-zagging through ruins and grasses, even some sand, Enoa paused. "Here that?" she asked the brightly colorful Malu.

"Yes!" Enoa exclaimed and she bounded through the marshy grasses. Landing daintily on a rock, she waited for the little Malu to come and see the gurgling waters.

"This is a river," the freckled one said and indicated to the inky waters that were touched with silver and blue from the moon. Little lightening bugs flew lazily from one river plant to the next, dipping over the water as they went. as a whole, the "river" was only about two and a half feet wide, but that made no difference to Enoa.